TEEN WOLF IMAGINES

PRETTY GOOD GUY, b. talbot

Naomi huffed as she continued running. She had been going on a lot of late night runs recently. She started to get a strange feeling, making her glance behind her. A man wearing a hood was walking a good distance away from her, but she couldn't help but feel a nervous knot building in her stomach.

Naomi started to run faster, hoping that she would be able to get home without any harm. She started to hear faster footsteps behind her, alarming her. She glanced back quickly to find the man running after her. Her eyes widened as she pushed into a sprint. Her heart felt like it was beating 100 miles per hour.

Suddenly someone appeared in front of her, making her stop running. The boy looked around her age. He gave her a look as he glanced behind her, giving her a sense of safety.

"Hey! I haven't seen you in forever!" the boy exclaimed, smiling at her. Naomi played along, a smile spreading across her face. "Yeah! Oh my gosh, how is your sister?" she asked, raising her eyebrows. The boy looked behind her to find the strange guy walking away.

"He's gone," the boy whispered. Naomi let out a breath of relief, wiping a bead of sweat from her forehead. "I'm Brett," the boy said. Naomi smiled up at him. She took in his sandy blonde hair, his electric green eyes, and his tall, muscular physique.

"I'm Naomi," she responded. Brett nodded slowly. "Thank you, by the way," she continued. Brett cracked a smile, shaking his head.

"Anytime. I actually do have a sister, so I would never want something bad to happen to undeserving people," he started, "and that reminds me. Is it okay if I walk you home? I don't want that guy coming back."

Naomi's heart fluttered as she nodded. "Thanks. You seem like a pretty good guy," she stated. Brett laughed slightly as they started on their way down the street. "And would this pretty good guy be able to get your number?" he asked. Naomi blushed a deep breath as she nodded.

"Smooth."

Brett grinned cheekily as they came to a stop in front of her house.

"Um, this is me. And my number is 415-267-8931. Call me sometime," she said. Brett bit his lip, nodding.

"Good night," Naomi called, slipping into her house.