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."

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[stickywebs]

Peter didn't understand why they had to move from the city to a town two hours driving away from it. New York city was his home. But according to his aunt this was better for him. He'd been acting really strange for a while and with the death of his uncle it was time for a change. She thought so anyway. Peter didn't agree. He finally was getting somewhere with Gwen. Now he was nowhere. Worse part was he had already been severely lacking in friends in New York, now he was spending his last year completely alone with super powers he still didn't completely understand.

There was no way he could easily find answers now as Oscorp was back in New York. Not in this shitty town.

Every thing about it he hated so he kept mostly to himself. Like he loved to do anyway. It wasn't until a few weeks in that he began to feel a little comfortable. Enough that he was bringing his camera to school again snapping pictures here and there.

On his way to his final class of the day Peter suddenly found himself face to face with a student. One that was talking to him. Still he looked back, as if there was another Peter this guy could be talking to.

"Yeah, peter." Then he remembered. Stilinski. The one with the smart-ass comments but sucked at lacrosse. He'd seen a game.

"You are on the lacrosse team right?" Pushing his glasses up his nose he couldn't help but grin a little.