Peter Hale - Tumblr Posts - Page 2
Teen Wolf preferences...
How you meet: (part 2)
Jackson:
3rd Person P.O.V:
Let's just say you were new to Beacon Hills High.
This would be your fourth school in the space of two months, don't get me wrong you liked your other schools, but your mother just wouldn't stop moving, she never seemed to find the right place for you both to live. Hopefully, this time will be the last time moving, it's always hard when you start a new school. Anyway, you had just arrived at school and decided to head straight in to find the office, which turned out to be quite easy to find.
"Hi, I'm (Y/N) (Y/L/N), the new student. I was wondering if I would be able to get my schedule please." You spoke softly, hoping that you'd get your schedule as quickly as you could.
"Oh, yes. Here you go, dear." The elderly women at the desk spoke in a nice welcoming tone.
"Thank you." After receiving your schedule you made your way to your lesson, bumping into someone on the way,
"Oh god, I'm sorry." You spoke sincerely, hoping whoever it was wouldn't get offended.
"Yeah, you better be..." He spoke with anger laced in his voice.
"You know what, I take it back, I'm not a sorry arsehole. Oh and do yourself a favour, take yourself on a trip to Oz and find a goddamn heart, because you're in desperate need of one." And with that, you walked away to find your lesson. Finally, you arrived at your lesson Biology. Gladly, you weren't late.
"So, the class we have a new student, would you like to introduce yourself." Asked your teacher.
"Umm, yeah sure. I'm (Y/N), I'm originally from (Your hometown) and this is my fourth school in the past two months. That's about it."
"Ok, thank you (Y/N). Take a seat please." You walked to your seat and ended up sitting behind the guy you bumped into earlier. He turned you with the biggest smirk on his face,
"Hi, I'm Jackson." He spoke like he was about to win the lottery by getting you to flirt back. But to his surprise your reply was...
"And I don't care. You're a jerk, who thinks he's better than everyone else, so do me a favour turn around and don't look at me again, ok, thanks. Bye." You were a challenge, but he loved it.
Isaac:
3rd Person P.O.V:
You had seen Isaac around a lot in school and he lived over the road from you. But the one thing is he had never noticed you, until today. Oh, so you thought. You were walking towards your house when you heard yelling and banging coming from inside Isaac's house, you didn't know what to make of it. You stayed frozen in your spot, wondering what might be happening, and whether or not Isaac was alright or not. You see after seeing Isaac around so many times you slowly started to develop feelings for him, which he, of course, would never know. A loud thud brought you back to reality you looked up to see Isaac sat on his porch crying. You decided you'd walk up to him to see if he was alright, as you got to him and touched his shoulder you saw him flinch in fear and as he moved you saw the big bruise forming on his face.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you. I saw you crying and was wondering if you were ok," you spoke with the most angelic voice hoping not to upset him further.
"I-I-I'm f-fine. I-It's nothing." His trembling voice spoke.
"It's ok not to be ok. If you want you can come to sit in my house with me, you don't have to tell me anything, but you look like you could use a shoulder to cry on and I'd be happy to be that shoulder if you'd let me."
"Umm, y-yeah, yeah the-that would b-be nice... thank you. I'm Isaac by the way." Isaac spoke, gaining his courage with each word he said.
"Your most welcome, and I know. I'm (Y/N)." you let out a little giggle.
"Really? You know who I am?" He smiled, for the first time in a long time.
"Yeah, why wouldn't I? Your Isaac Lahey, the mysterious and misunderstood guy, who's also extremely good-looking." You spoke with an embarrassed laugh. He laughed along with you and for the first in forever he genuinely felt happy and with you saying he was good-looking not only made his day but his entire year.
"Thank you, and I know who you are too, also you're not so bad your self." He spoke with total honesty.
"Thank you." You spoke, while a red tint formed its way on your cheek, and knowing that Isaac did notice you made your stomach swirl and your heartbeat at a thousand miles per hour.
Peter:
His P.O.V:
I was sat on the couch at Derek's loft waiting for him to return from whatever it was he was up to when he walked through the door with the most gorgeous girl I have ever seen. I don't know what it was but the minute I look into her eyes I felt an instant connection, could it be? Have I found my mate, I can smell that she's a werewolf, so what I'm feeling must mean that she is my mate... I wonder did she feel the same connection as I? I must make a move before she has the chance to leave without me at least introduce myself.
"Hmm, Derek... Did you bring me a present? She is rather delightful." Yes, Peter, you've still got it.
"Don't even think about it, Peter." Hmph, whatever, like I'm going to listen to old grumpypants.
"My name is, Peter... Peter Hale. Who might you be?" Hmmm, I bet her name is as beautiful as she is. Oh. My. God. What is happening to me. I'm going soppy.
"My name is (Y/N)... (Y/N) (Y/L/N), a pleasure to meet you, Peter Hale." Ohhh, darling, the pleasure is all mine. Pfft, I can't say that.
"It's a pleasure for everyone who sets foot before me." Wow, Peter nice going.
"Yeah, and you're a jerk. So, I take back it is a pleasure meeting you." Great Peter, you've messed up big time, oh great she's leaving.
And she's gone. Crap!
Teen Wolf preferences...
Their favourite outfit on you: (part 2)
Isaac:
Peter:
Liam:
Aiden:
