Beacon Hills High School Hallway – Lunchtime Banter

(Stiles leans against his locker, munching on a granola bar, while Scott wolfs down a sandwich and Lydia checks her phone. Stiles wears a smug expression, Scott chuckles affectionately, and Lydia sighs, exasperated.)

Stiles: "Seriously, if one more supernatural crisis happens during midterms, I swear I'm starting a club called 'Surviving Beacon Hills High - One Apocalypse at a Time'."

Scott (laughing): "Yeah, that'll look great on college applications."

Lydia (dryly): "Or on your gravestone, the way things are going." (rolls her eyes, but there's a hint of a smile playing at the corners of her mouth.)

Stiles (with a mock gasp): "Lydia Martin, using sarcasm against me? The world must be ending."

Scott (snickering) : "He's got a point, Lyds."

Lydia (retorts, but can't maintain a serious expression): "Oh, ha ha. You two laugh now, but when Beacon Hills gets cursed again, I'm blaming you both."

Stiles (throwing his granola wrapper with perfect aim into a faraway trashcan): "Just exercising my extraordinary coordination. Perks of being a supernatural magnet."

Scott (shaking his head): "You'll use any excuse to show off, won't you?"

Lydia (dryly): "Because you're so subtle." (checks her phone again, smiles at something, then puts it away.)

(Then theres you. You can either be apart of their pack. Or some random student in Beacon Hills just like the rest of the other students. Or a friend of a friend by somebody that’s in the pack the choices are endless you choose.)