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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 ─── MR. CASUALLY CRUEL!
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STILES STILINSKI WAS TRULYOVER THE MOON. For the first time since joining the lacrosse team freshman year, he wasn't going to be sitting on the bench. Stiles was actually going to play in the upcoming game. Sure, it was due to a pink-eye epidemic started by none other than Greenburg, and it was on a probationary basis, but that didn't stop him from freaking out. He was beyond ecstatic and not just for himself. Along with being first line, Scott McCall was officially made co-captain, only he wasn't as excited.
"Are you not freaking out? Dude, how are you not freaking out?" Stiles exclaimed, a celebratory smile practically pinned to his lips. "I'm freaking out!" he beamed, excited to share the news with his father and Orion (and brag to Jules about it) as they exited the locker room.
"What's the point? It's just a stupid title. And I could practically smell the jealousy in there," Scott scoffed, his lips curling down into a frown.
"Wait." Stiles stopped in his tracks, ignoring Scott's bitter tone as he held out his arm to stop him also. "You smell jealousy?" he asked, interested in whatever Scott was talking about.
The werewolf nodded his head. "Yeah, it's like the full moon's turned everything up to ten."
Stiles glanced down the hall. An outrageous, potentially ridiculous, and borderline embarrassing idea popped up in his head. He chewed on his bottom lip, thinking it over before turning to face Scott. "Can you pick up on stuff, like, oh I don't know...desire?"
Scott furrowed his brows, a frown forming on his face. "What do you mean, desire?"
"Like...sexual desire?" Stiles clarified, hoping Scott would pick up on what he was putting down. But this was Scott McCall he was talking about.
