You are female Stiles.

You know that you are in a toxic relationship with Scott and the pack. Driven to the bone for their research, and they ignore you, push you to the fringes. You have done everything to be a good friend, but it's never enough. The only one you feel comfortable and safe with anymore is Peter Hale, which is ironic since you two butt heads and sass one another.

After a particularly hard day with the pack, you turn your phone off and go to Peter's apartment. Being the sheriff's daughter has its perks, such as finding addresses, keys, codes, and other such information. You enter and strip down to your underwear, putting on one of Peter's Henley v-neck shirts, which stops at your thighs. You crawl into his bed and take a nap.

Peter is returning home when he smells your scent. He follows the scent and finds you curled up in his bed, wearing his shirt.