Stiles Stilinski

You’re leaning against your locker, looking over your schedule. Stiles is standing right next to you, scanning the hallway for Scott. He notices you and decides to jump in."You know, if you're trying to find Room 214, the signs are actively lying to you," Stiles says, crossing his arms. "The school board hasn't updated them since 1994. I'm Stiles, by the way."You slide your schedule into your bag and look him dead in the eye with a smile."I know where Room 214 is," you say smoothly. "I was actually just trying to figure out why your Jeep is currently taking up two parking spaces outside. Is parallel parking not on the curriculum here?"Stiles blinks, totally caught off guard."Okay, wow. First of all, Roscoe doesn't take up two spaces, she occupies a presence," Stiles says, gesturing wildly. "Second of all, it’s a delicate alignment issue. If I turn the wheel too far left, the radio plays exclusively static. So, really, it’s a safety measure.""Right. A safety measure," you say, tossing your backpack over your shoulder. "Good luck with the alignment, Stiles."You walk off down the hall. Later, by the water fountain, Stiles is frantically waving his hands at Scott."Scott, I’m telling you, she’s a menace," Stiles says. "She didn't even say hello. She just attacked my parking job. She looked at me with this completely calm confidence, insulted my Jeep, and just walked away. You know... Scott, you know I like it when a woman puts me in my place."Scott just stares at him.