Be your own anchor.

You huffed as you walked through the empty halls of Beacon Hills High. You had arrived fifteen minutes late to your first day of school and you could only hope it wouldn’t harm everyone’s first impressions of you.

“‘Scuse me?” You knocked on the door of the counselor’s office and peaked in as it slowly opened, “is this Mrs. Martin’s office?”

“Yes, you must be (Y/n)! Come on in.”

The red head waved you into the office and you sat in a seat in front of her desk. She pulled a paper up and handed it to you. You grabbed it and saw all of your classes and the room numbers listed beside them.

“Your first class is English, that’s just right down the hall,” Mrs. Martin quickly gave you the directions to your first class, “If you need anything please don’t be afraid to come back to my office for help.”

You nodded at the counselor and stood back up. You thanked her for your schedule and made your way out of her office. You headed towards English class your grip on the strap of your backpack tightened. The sound of footsteps echoing down the hall caught your attention and you turned your head over your shoulder.

The sight of someone running full speed towards you was the last thing you could process before being knocked back and sent sliding down the hall. You could feel your elbow slide across the hard tile floor and you let out a whine. You looked up to see papers and books lying on the floor, and a boy trying to collect all of them.

“Excuse you!” You snapped as you sat up.

He looked at you with furrowed brows before his face softened. His lips parted, words close to coming from his mouth, but his eyes moved to a nearby clock and he finished cleaning up his books. He stood back up and ran down the hall, leaving you on the floor alone.

You tensed, your jaw clenching and your knuckles turning white as you grabbed at the strap of your backpack. You stood up and brushed yourself off. You had never thought you would make an enemy on the first day of school, but you were sure that boy brought this on himself.

You walked towards your english class while half hoping you didn’t just look like you slid halfway to the room. You opened the door and the teacher turned towards you, a smile on her face. You tried to not look as uncomfortable as you felt as you waited for her to speak.

“You’re the new student, I’m assuming? (Y/n)?” She asked, and you responded with a nod. “It’s nice to have you. There is an open seat beside Corey.”

You watched as she motioned near the back and once your eyes traveled to where she had pointed you saw a boy slightly waving at you. He was softly smiling, but looked almost embarrassed as you now that the attention was just on the both of you.

You hurried to back of the class and sat beside him. You placed your backpack on the on the ground and looked ahead at the board. The teacher was talking about Shakespeare and his influence. You were sure you had learned about him more times than you could count, and while you liked Shakespeare and his plays, you were more focused on something you hadn’t learned yet; your class schedule.

“Can I see that?”

You looked to your side and saw Corey staring over at you, his eyes moving from your schedule up to you. You nodded and handed him the paper. He looked over it and lit up.

“You have Biology with me and my friends,” he whispered and pointed at the class, “that’s also the lunch period, so if you want, you can sit with us?”

You smiled and nodded at him. You hadn’t known him much at all and he was offering you a spot at lunch with him. He seemed to not want you alone, and that felt nice. You had nowhere else to sit anyway, so that couldn’t be worse than sitting alone.

Corey looked at your other classes and told you where they were, giving you in depth descriptions of how to get to them. You knew once Biology rolled around you would need help finding your classes afterwards, but you were thankful he was being so nice.

The rest of class went by quicker than you could have hoped for and you thanked Corey for helping you. You grabbed your bag and started walking towards your next class. You hoped all of your other classes were as nice as that one.

You shoved everything in your backpack as you stood from your desk and your eyes moved towards the clock. The hungrier you got throughout the day, the slower the classes moved. Math seemed to drag by, but you were finally headed to biology.

You walked from your class and down the packed hallways. You looked at every classroom, trying to memorize as much of the school as possible. You weren’t very keen on getting lost every day just because you were new. Your eyes fell onto the Biology classroom and you walked in.

“(Y/n),” the teacher spoke from her desk, “it’s nice to have you here. Liam is the only one in class without a lab partner, so you can sit over there-” she motioned towards an empty table, “-with him. Whenever he decides to show up.”

You nodded at her and headed towards the table. Corey sat behind you, and beside was, who you assumed to be, one of his friends. You smiled at Corey and his friend and the two returned the gesture.

“(Y/n),” Corey wrapped his arm around Mason’s shoulder,  “this is Mason. And here’s Liam now!”

You saw Corey and Mason look towards the classroom door, causing you to follow their line of sight. As soon as you saw who walked in your face dropped. You turned back towards the front of the class to glare at the boy who had run you down in the hallway, Liam.

Liam caught sight of you and slowed down. He furrowed his brows at you as he sat his book bag down. He sat on the stool beside you and turned back towards Mason and Corey as you glared at him.

“I assume you two already know each other...” Mason looked from you to Liam.

“Not really,” Liam frowned at you.

“Uh, this is (Y/n). (Y/n) this is Liam.”

You nodded, “It’s nice to have the name of the person who ran me down in the hallway earlier.”

Mason and Corey seemed to grow tense, but Liam only stared at you a moment. You watched his hand ball into a fist and he narrowed his eyes at you. You only turned your nose up at him and looked forward.

By his reaction, you were sure he felt the same way as you. You were going to have to deal with someone who hadn’t even liked you for the rest of the semester. You could only hope any upcoming projects weren’t too partner dependent.

It had been two weeks since you arrived in Beacon Hills. Ignoring the weird things that seemed to happen, everything had been going fine. Mostly. Liam had been just as snappy towards you as you were to him. It only seemed to grow worse as the days passed.

“Liam” you blankly stared at him from across the table, “you somehow seem more upset than usual, and I know I haven’t said anything to you today, so what’s stealing my spotlight?”

Mason made a face as he tried to quickly eat his roll. Corey sat beside you, avoiding both of your stares as you glared at each other from across the table. Liam inhaled sharply and his jaw clenched. You had seemed to push one of his buttons a little too hard.

“Since you asked to politely,” Liam spoke through clenched teeth, “I could be doing better in biology.”

“Hey, (Y/n)!” Corey put his hands up, forcing a smile as he looked between you and Liam, “you already learned this stuff at your other school right? You can show Liam how to do it.”

You looked at Corey for a moment before saying anything, “Me?” You pointed to yourself, giving Corey a confused look.

“Why would you even ask her that? She wouldn’t even help me if her life depended on it.”

You tensed. The sudden urge to prove Liam wrong was too strong to ignore. You turned to Corey and smiled at him. You could feel the others tense at your sudden change in attitude, “You’re right, Corey. Since I already know the material I might be able to help Liam.”

Liam blinked at you in surprise, “Uh, seriously?”

“Yes, seriously,” you snapped once again, “you can come to my place after school. Or is yours better?”

“Yours is fine.” Liam still seemed confused, unsure of your real intentions, or if you were actually being genuine about helping him.

Lunch ended and you headed to your next class. You couldn’t help but wonder if you had made the right decision. Liam seemed to absolutely despise you. His feelings seemed more amplified than yours so teaching him anything was going to be hard. You knew the two of you were most likely going to be butting heads the whole time he was over.

The end of the day came faster than you wanted it to, and you waited in the parking lot for Liam. You spotted him standing with Scott’s group of friends and you waved at him, giving him a forced smile. Stiles patted him on the back and Liam rolled his eyes before making his way to you.

Once Liam reached you, you could see his displeasure with Corey’s idea. He groaned and shoved his hands into his pockets, “We walking?”

“Yea, I only live five minutes away, is that alright?”

Liam only nodded. The walk to your house was quiet. Those five minutes were the longest five minutes of your entire life. Liam kicked at rocks as the two of you walked down the sidewalk. You walked a few feet ahead of him, watching the rocks he kicked skip by you. You were grateful once you reached your house.

The house was quiet as you entered it. Liam silently followed you to your room and you threw your bag down beside your bed. You pulled the drawer of your desk open and sifted through some paper before grabbing a binder from your old school. For once, you were thankful you kept old things.

“So the stuff we’re going over isn’t too hard, I should be able to teach you easily, as long as you listen.” You looked at him on those last few words.

Liam was standing awkwardly at your door, his book bag one the ground beside him. You could hear him suck air in as you spoke. You stopped and looked at him, wondering if he was gonna come over to you or not.

“It might be easier to do work if we aren’t across the room from each other.”

You sat down on your bed and Liam walked towards you, sitting on the other side of your bed, a few feet away. You involuntarily rolled your eyes at him, causing him to let out a loud groan.

“Why couldn’t Corey or Mason have helped you?” You mumbled under your breath, but as soon as he stood up you could tell he heard you.

“Why do you hate me?”

You reeled back, “Why do I- Why do you hate me? Ever since you bumped into me you’ve seemed so hateful.”

“I’ve seemed hateful? You come at me for the smallest things!”

The smallest things. Maybe him bumping into you was small, but you were sure at the time he had hated you when he had done that. Now, you weren’t too sure. You two were stuck in an endless loop of hostility and both of you assumed it was because of the other one.

“So, you don’t hate me?”

“No.”

“Oh,” You could feel your cheeks heating up. “Um, I don’t hate you either, but it must really seem like it now. I’m really sorry, I’ve been a total asshole towards you over an accident. I get it if you’re upset, but I don’t mind showing you this biology stuff if you still want help?”

Liam nodded, “I guess since you already have everything out I can stay for a little while.”

The tension in the room slightly subsided and you pulled your old notes out from the binder, “Maybe we should start over. Wipe the slate clean? We didn’t get off on the right foot.”

“That’d be nice.”

You stuck your hand out towards Liam, “Fancy meeting you here in my home, I’m (Y/n).”

You weren’t sure how you got into your current situation, but at the time you weren’t questioning it. Your mind was fuzzy and your skin burned wherever his fingers touched. You felt your heart beating against your rib cage and your breath seemed to catch in your throat. You knew he could hear your heart beating as fast as possible, and you knew he could feel you become a trembling mess under his touch.

Peter had come over to check on you after he escaped from the Phantom Train Station, as he called it. He wanted to know you were alright and unharmed. You were almost completely unharmed, except for a few small cuts and some bruises scattered over your skin.

When he had walked in and noticed you pacing, you stopped to talk to him.

“I wanted to help Scott get you-” You had stopped yourself, “get everyone back. After a close encounter with the Ghost Riders he said it might be best to come home with some protection of course. I don’t think Scott is dumb enough to leave me alone when-”

You had kept rambling. Peter had let you keep you going. He watched closely as you tried to turn your thoughts into words, but it seemed to only come out as long, incoherent sentences. You had wanted to blurt out your feelings for him, but you weren’t too sure where his feelings lay. So you kept everything to yourself while you rambled about Scott and his pack saving the day, once again.

“Um,” you had stopped yourself yet again, “so yea, I’m mostly okay. Just a little bruised.”

After you said that, the two of you stood in your living room, staring at each other. You fidgeted as you watched his eyes look over you. He looked at the bruises on your skin before his eyes met yours again. You stared at each other, you were almost waiting for him to turn around and leave, but he didn’t.

Before you could process anything, his body was pressed against yours and his lips pressed softly against your jawline. Which was how you ended up in your current position; stuck in between a wall and Peter.

He was gentle, more gentle than you ever imagined he could be, as his hands roamed under your shirt and his lips trailed down the soft skin of your neck. You leaned your head further back before the wall stopped you from moving anymore and let out a whine. He was moving too slow.

“Are you alright?” Peter questioned you in between kisses.

“Yea,” your voice was quiet and breathy.

“Baby,” Peter pulled away from you and his met yours, his face only inches away from you, “just breathe.”

You caught your breath and your breathing was heavy for a moment. You stared at him as you chest heaved against his and he smiled down at you. You bit the inside of your lip as you waited for him to continue, but he didn’t.

“What are you waiting for?” Your hands gripped his jacket as you pressed yourself closer to him.

“I’ve been waiting for this forever, what’s it gonna hurt to wait a little longer,” his lips pressed to yours but he never kissed you, “you’re hurt, and I don’t want to make anything worse.”

“Peter,” your head fell forward and you stared up at him through half lidded eyes, “I’ll be alright, they’re just a few bruises. I really don’t want to wait any longer. Especially after that.”

Peter smirked and kissed you once again, this time a little a more rough. His hands were still gently pressed to your sides in fear of hurting you. You wrapped your arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. His hands slid down your side and moved towards your back. He grabbed at your ass and you gasped, causing him to slip his tongue into your mouth.

He picked you and you wrapped your legs around his waist. Your muscles tensed in your legs and you felt a soreness in your thigh, causing you to whimper. Peter pulled away and gave you a concerned look.

“You alright?”

“I’m fine, just a little sore.”

Peter nodded and pressed his lips against your jawline once more. He carried you back to your room and as soon as he opened the door he shut it just as fast and placed you on your dresser. Luckily you had been cleaning that day, so it currently had nothing but you on it. Your back pressed against the cool mirror behind you and your breath hitched.

Peter placed his hands on either side of you and trailed kisses from your jaw to your neck. His hands slid up your thighs and to the hem of your shirt. He tugged at the soft material and easily pulled it off of you. His lips met your skin again and he placed soft kisses down your chest and to your breasts. He nipped at the skin exposed above your bra and you felt his hands move to your pants.

“You sure feel alright enough to do this?”

“Please, don’t stop now,” you were practically panting.

Peter responded by unbuttoning your pants and pulling at them. You lifted your hips enough for him to pull the jeans off your legs and you heard them hit the ground ground. Peter pressed his lips to your before biting your earlobe.

His hand moved towards your underwear and he rubbed a stripe against the cloth causing a shiver to run down your spine. You squirmed against his touch, hoping he’d pull your panties off before teasing you further.

“I can smell your arousal already (y/n), I can’t wait to feel you around me,” his voice was low and raspy as he spoke against your ear.

You felt like your heart was going to beat out of your chest. You were impatiently waiting for him to touch you again, but it seemed like all he was going to do was kiss and nip at your neck. His hands finally moved back to your underwear and he pressed pulled at the waistband, giving him enough space to press his finger against your clit.

Your hips bucked into his hand and you heard him laugh into your skin. He rubbed soft, slow circles into your clit making you tremble under his touch. He grabbed your under with on hand and slightly pulled them down, exposing even more of you to the cool air of your room.

He moved his hand and pushed a finger inside of you, his thumb now circling your clit. He pumped his fingers in and out of you slowly at first, causing you to grip at his forearms and whine at the slow pace. He began to move a little faster and you could feel a wave of pleasure starting to move in.

You bit your lip and your head rolled back, your eyes screwing shut. Your head bumped the mirror and you arched your back as his fingers moved deeper inside of you. He growled against your skin and his thumb rubbed faster at your clit and you felt an orgasm coming.

You bucked against again and let out a loud moan as the wave finally hit. Your body tensed as he kept fingering you through your orgasm. You let out a loud whine and rolled your hips into his fingers. Your body went limp as he pulled his fingers out of you and placed them in his mouth. Your opened your eyes to see him sucking on his fingers, and you heard a pop as he pulled them from his mouth.

“You look tired, I think that’s enough for tonight.”

You wanted to protest, but he was right. You were sore and more bruised than you had originally thought. It was for the best to wait and go any further. You pulled you panties back up and Peter grabbed you again, carrying you to your bed.

He laid you down and moved beside you, his lips connecting with your shoulder. It was quiet for a moment, the only noise being your pants and the sound of his kisses. He broke the silence after a few minutes, his lips never moving too far from your skin.

“Next time,” his hand slithered around your stomach, “once you’re feeling better, I won’t hold back. I could go all night if you wanted.”