Healing Love- Stiles Stilinski

Chapter Eight-Awkward date

"Stiles we've been driving around for hours. You've got a Lacrosse game to get to." It was now dark outside and the droning music was turned off after the 24th time of hearing it.

"What where I'm on the bench being useless?" He huffed. "They don't need me."

"Well I didn't think you guys needed me but here I am. Like you said to me, you're not useless. What if Greenburg got injured, who would be playing then?"

"Yeah but-"

"No butts. You're going. And Scotts probably there too you know how much he wants to impress Allison." Rosie then paused as she thought of something. "Allison."

"What about her?" He said as he took a right turn heading towards the high school.

"Its Allison! Shes his anchor! I read online that you can chose a feeling to help stop the trigger. Scotts feeling is love. Allisons his anchor!"

"Anchor? Are you sure?" She nodded. "You got to tell him."

"Well as much as id love to be surrounded by sweaty topless men, I cant get in the changing rooms." Her head was tilted down so she was hinting at Stiles to tell him.

"But if hes there im going to be mad. He left and almost gave me a panic attack. Also he didn't reply to any of our messages so you should be mad too."

"Who said I wasn't? But don't leave it too late."

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Her knees were up and down as Rosie McCall sat nervously within the crowd as she waited for her brother to play the same sport which made him turn last time he played. Now she just hoped that Stiles had got to him in time to tell him that it is highly likely that Allison is his anchor. Instead of staying within the crowd she went down to sit with Stiles who was on the bench.

"Did you tell him?" He jumped as she sat beside him.

"All I said was that I hope he knows what hes doing."

"Stiles you were supposed to tell him! What if he turns now and hurts someone?" Frustrated, Rosie got up and walked away from Stiles who had let his own grudge get in the way of helping. As she walked away he didn't take his pleading eyes off her, wishing she would turn around but she never did.

Rather than walking back to sit in the crowd again she went to the place she knew would be definitely empty so she could calm down; the boys bathroom. After multiple deep breathes her anxiety died down and she heard the final whistle and cheers instead of any screams. Scott had controlled it.

The door to the changing rooms swung open as Scott ran in angrily and grunting loudly, making Rosie again hide behind a locker making sure he didn't see her as he turned the shower head on. He crashed his hand into the mirror making shards of glass shatter to the floor. Not long after Scotts outburst Allison walked in, also not noticing Rosie who had now got up ready to help Allison if Scott turned.

Instead of seeing Scott as a werewolf she saw the two kissing passionately which made her feel awkward watching her brother without him knowing but extremely happy for him. A smile appeared on her face but soon dropped when an unexpected voice whispered in her ear.

"Told you , you weren't useless." It was Stiles. Rosie looked up at him as he gave her a reassuring smile. They were only 2 inches away from each-others face as she returned the smile ,forgiving him. There was footsteps walking towards the two making Rosie whip her head around to look as Stiles stayed staring down intently at her as Allison began to speak.