@allitheargent
Finally biology class had let out and he could be on his way back to his place where he could take a nap. Or he could go grab food. Either way he wanted to be off campus for a while. The boy left the science building and was headed for the parking lot. However, he still had to go through campus a ways to get to the particular parking lot his jeep was parked in. Roscoe, as he called it, had a particular spot in the parking lot and he always parked there. He paid for that parking spot.
Stiles was rushing through campus, his biology book, notebook and cell phone in his hands. His stomach was definitely telling him that food would have to come before the nap and he was already thinking of where he was going to eat. Thankfully he didn’t have a strict diet like Scott did. He too had tried out for lacrosse and had not made it. Sometimes he thought about trying out again by why give up the delicious fast food for a sport he wasn’t good at? Sure, he played in high school, but that was mainly to make his dad proud.
Not paying attention to where he was going (he was thinking about food, let’s be real,) he ran into someone. Hard. Various school supplies went everywhere as did Stiles. He was sprawled out on the pavement and ready to give whomever it was a piece of his mind. Until he saw the girl picking up her things. He scrambled to his feet and tried to help her. “I’m sorry. I mean...watch where you’re going...” By his tone it was easy to tell he was only joking. “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you right?”













