Teen Wolf Imagines

Help - Scott

"He promised he'd be here Lyds." You sigh, rubbing your arms as you both walk out of the building, side by side as you shiver under the influence of the biting winds.

She looks over at you giving you a weak smile, grabbing your hand and squeezing gently. "I'm sorry Y/N. I know how much this meant to you."

You purse your lips, looking down at the floor as you walked into the parking lot. "Obviously he didn't." "He did Y/N." She says surely, just making you a little angrier.

"Well he obviously just doesn't care then."

Lydia frowns as you walk straight past her car. "Where are you going? I'm your ride!"

You shrug, glancing over your shoulder. "Scott lives like, two blocks from here. I'll walk."

"But I can drive you!" She yells making you roll you eyes. You ignored her and carried on walking, deliberately walking the way that you knew Lydia would never drive, the roads too rough for her brand new tires.

The rocks beneath your feet crunched, your black combat boots keeping your feet warm in comparison to your thin, cotton dress that Lydia had insisted she bought for you. You bite your lip, looking up at one of the streetlight and squinting slightly, the light almost one-hundred times brighter as the ones in the leisure centre.

Lydia had been kind enough to do your hair for you when you had finished which you were grateful for. Otherwise, it would have been wet and itchy and reek of chlorine. You were so glad you had a best-friend as amazing as her.

Your swimming gala had been a success, you had one two first place medals for the long distance swims and a second place trophy for the synchronized dive you did with one of the girls on your swim team. She was a bit of a bitch, but you dealt with it, she was a great diver.

Though, everything would have been better if Scott had actually turned up. You had reminded him every morning, so excited for it yourself that he always laughed and told you there was no way he'd miss it. And yet he had, he'd missed the whole thing and hadn't even bothered with a single phone call.

You took a deep breath and walked up to the front door, knocking gingerly and wincing as your chlorine dried knuckle cracked. Mellissa opened the door, her face falling in genuine surprise. "Y/N?"

You frown slightly, shuffling on your feet awkwardly. "I came to talk to Scott."

"Oh, he's not here right now sweetie," she smiles apologetically. "But you can come in and wait if you'd like."

You nod, walking into the house and unlacing your boots, placing them neatly on the rack. You follow her into the kitchen and take a set at the dining table. "So, uh, where is Scott?" You ask nonchalantly, looking over at her as she put the kettle on.

Mellissa makes a face. "He told me he was going out to help Kira something. I thought you knew?" You groan, placing your head in your hands. "Didn't you know? What's wrong?" She asks softly, taking the seat beside you and resting a motherly hand on your shoulder.

You sniffle, tears pooling in your eyes as you look up at her through your lashes. "He's in love with her, isn't he?"

Mellissa bites her lip, a heavy sigh falling from her mouth. "I can't know what goes through that boys mind, but I do know one thing. I'd prefer you to Kira anyway."

You laugh slightly, a few stray tears falling down your cheeks as you fold your arms on the table and rest your head on them. "What did I do wrong?"

Mellissa looks up at the ceiling, internally cursing at her son for making the girl that he should be worshipping so upset. "You didn't do anything. I promise you."