Don't trust a hoe

[theboywhoscreamedwolf]

Stiles was not one to welcome change. Sorry, but he just didn't like it. Whenever something changed, whenever someone new rolled into town, trouble came with them. Especially if they turned out to be a recluse with a camera, see: Matt, anyone? So, unfortunately for Peter, Stiles was a little biased from the get go. None of the wolves smelled anything weird - "He has a unique smell, Stiles. It's probably his soap." - but that didn't really put his mind at ease.

"You're being paranoid, and frankly, it's annoying." Lydia oh so kindly informed Stiles as they walked down the upstairs corridor. That Parker kid was in two of his classes so far, and Stiles had been Code Red all day. "Call me when he kills somebody."

"That's so HELPFUL!" Stiles called after her, grumbling and shaking his head as he headed for his last class. "Fine, we'll just wait for somebody to die! Am I living in a freaking Groundhog Day here?"

"I'll just do it myself." Because talking to himself was going to get him everywhere in life.

"Heyyy, Peter, right?" Stiles could be friendly when he wanted to be. He had social skills. Maybe. "I'm Stiles."