Teen Wolf Imagines

Scott McCall ( Beautiful )

Y/N walked down the crowded hallway, wrapping her arms around her notebook and tightly against her chest as she looked down at her shoes. Her brown curly hair fell forward, covering her face as she made her way towards her locker.

Y/N stumbled back as the head cheerleader bumped into her. "Watch where you're going, fat ass." She laughed, as her little minions laughed with her.

Being called a fat ass wasn't the first. In fact, Y/N was getting tired of that nickname. She got the courage and exhaled before she spoke. "You bumped into me. If I'm such a fat ass maybe you should get your eyes checked and watch where you're going."

The head cheerleader stopped laughing, her minions mirroring her actions. It was kind of creepy. It was not only too robotic, but too quick.

"You got jokes now?" The beautiful blonde cheerleader said as crossed her arms to her chest. "Maybe if you weren't such a Pillsbury boy, people wouldn't actually run into your fat ass."

Her minions burst into a fit of laughter, grabbing everyone's attention close by. The head cheerleader smirked before she turned on her heels and walked away as her minions followed her, still laughing at Y/N.

No matter how many times she's been picked on about her weight, it always got the best of her, but she refused to let anyone see. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to fight back the tears for a second. Before she calmed herself down and took another step towards her locker, the quarterback stopped her by standing in front of her path.

Great, she thought to herself. Can't I have one day without getting picked on?

"Hey, Miss Piggy!" The quarterback tried to say with a straight face, but failed miserably when a snort escaped his nose.

"Here's my English homework," he handed her some papers from his backpack. "Try not to make me sound so smart. Mr. Smith doesn't understand why I sound so smart on paper and not so smart in class."

"So... You want me to make you sound stupid? You can do that by doing the homework yourself." She bit her lip back, instantly regretting the words that bluntly slipped out of her mouth.

She mentally slapped herself. Gosh, why are you trying to stand up for yourself, when you know it's only going to bite you in the ass in the end?

"Listen, Chubster!" The quarterback slammed his hand against the locker next to Y/N, making her jump. "I don't need your smartass remarks. Just do my homework." He shoved the papers to her chest and walked away.

From across the hallway, Scott had seen and heard everything that happened to Y/N within the past five minutes. Scott had known Y/N since she transferred just a month after their senior year started. He didn't have any classes with her, but he'd seen her around school. She seemed like the most sweetest, kind hearted, and beautiful girl. He couldn't believe people were picking on her.

"Scott?" Stiles' hand waved in front of Scott's face. "Earth to Scottyyy!"

"Stiles," Scott's eyes followed Y/N has she tucked in the quarterback's homework in her book bag. "Do you know her?"

Stiles followed Scott's gazed. "Y/N?" Scott nodded. "Yeah, she's in my chemistry class," Stiles finally answered his best friend's question.

"Do people always pick on her?" Scott asked.

"Yeah." Stiles sighed. "Some people are assholes. I think she's pretty nice. I often pick her as my lap partner."

"Because you feel sorry for her?!" Scott almost asked angrily.