If there was one thing that every person in Beacon Hills knew, it was that Stiles Stilinski was harboring intense, potentially destructive feelings for none other than you. He had never been in love, not really, anyway, and now that he was his emotions were heightened. He didn't quite understand it; all he knew was that he was very much in love with you, and he couldn't stop his teeth from grinding together or his hands from shaking when he noticed you speaking to Theo Raeken.
Now, Stiles distrusted Theo for more reasons other than the fact that the boy- if you could even call him that- seemed to have a certain interest in you. But he had to admit, he hated Theo in that moment, and the only reason he did was because of the fact that he seemed to have no boundaries, didn't believe in personal space when it came to you. The worst part was that Theo had overheard Stiles desperately pleading with Scott to protect you at all costs, to make sure you were never harmed by the chimeras or the Dread Doctors or whatever else was invading Beacon Hills. Theo knew. He knew how Stiles loved you deeply, that he would do anything for you, and that you were the key to triggering Stiles' anger. You were the key to getting Void to come out for a bit. Theo had his reasons for what he did, and that was the main one.
He's too close. Stiles gnawed at his bottom lip, watching with weary eyes as Theo's signature grin lit up his features, and a brighter smile spread across your lips in turn. Theo had made sure to score the seat next to yours in English class, beating Stiles to it on the first day of class and sending him a small, apologetic shrug when he noticed Stiles' crestfallen expression. Where the hell is the teacher? This is a class, for Christ's sake, Stiles thought in annoyance, placing his chin in his hand whilst trying to discreetly keep an eye on the conversation currently taking place in the back of the classroom. Usually, he was all right with his lack of werewolf powers, but what he would give to have super hearing in that moment. He swiveled around in his seat when he heard a slight gasp of surprise, his narrowed brown eyes met with the gut wrenching sight of Theo with his hand cupping your cheek, his lips pressed to yours, his eyes shut in the bliss of the moment.
Stiles wasn't thinking straight when he stood up from his chair so forcefully it clattered to the ground, startling the girl who had sat down next to him that same first day when Theo had stolen the spot next to you. Stiles definitely wasn't thinking straight when he gripped the front of Theo's sweatshirt, his fist clenched so tightly he managed to throw the boy from the chair. And somehow, Stiles ended up swinging his fist at Theo's jaw, sending him skidding across the floor before he could even bother to stand up correctly.
This very moment had to be the strangest thing you've ever witnessed, mostly because you've never seen sweet, anxiety prone, all around defenseless Stiles like this. A bloodied lip, a bruise blossoming along his cheek from where Theo had struck him back, relentlessly punching and kicking at any given area within reach. "You knew. You know exactly how I feel and you still- don't fucking touch her again," Stiles hissed, barely registering the pain in his jaw, or the fact that his lip was split and he was dripping blood onto the formerly clean white tiles. Theo stood back up, wiping his own blood off his mouth, taking smug satisfaction from the fact that his bruises were healing quickly.
"Maybe if you weren't such a whiny asshole she'd be interested in you. Seriously, take a hint, Stiles," Theo growled, his fist clenched and ready to strike again.
Sure, this was what Theo had wanted. Theo had wanted Void, to see what he would be getting when his plan took full force, but he wasn't expecting Stiles to be this strong. Stiles didn't notice, his guard down for the briefest of moment when he was propelled backward, clutching his chest.
"Stiles!" You shrieked, rushing forward in time to block Theo's next attack. "Don't touch him," you said defensively, flashing your werewolf eyes at Theo before he could harm Stiles again. "Touch him and I'll kill you myself. Back off." The last words held a deeper meaning than you realized, your claws slowly coming out, which Theo noticed with surprise. He hadn't expected you, of all people, to be just a little bit terrifying.
