let me love you {2} - stiles stilinski

tryouts

I stood outside the locker room, tapping my foot anxiously. My dark brown hair was tied back, and I had an athletic white Nike shirt with athletic black Nike short shorts. I had my lacrosse bag hooked onto my shoulder and my lacrosse stick in hand. I've been practicing lacrosse this past week with Scott, ever since we got Derek back. I was doing quite well, my abilities making it slightly easier. I've never played for real before, and today was tryouts. Coach Finstock was tough, and with being the only girl on the team, he was going to make it harder.

Finally Scott and Stiles walk out the locker room, dressed and ready to play. I smile and they both smile back, making our way to the field. "I'm not sure if I'm still the team captain." Scott says when we get outside.

Stiles cocks his eyebrow. "Of course you're still the team captain. You got your grades up just like Coach told you to, right?"

We make it to the lacrosse bleachers. "Yeah, but he never told me I was back on the team. He just told me to show up at tryouts later today." Scott hangs his head.

"Well," I start, "then we both have something to be nervous about. Neither of us are on the team yet."

"We got bigger things to deal with anyways." Stiles say. "Like did you talk to Argent yet?"

Scott scratches his arm. "Uh I texted him, but he didn't get back to me yet."

I stop and turn to him. "You told him his sister came back from the dead over a text?"

He sighs. "I didn't have the money to call France."

Stiles nods, relating to my brother's statement. "Well try paying for an MRI and a trip to Eichen House." He sighs. "Final notice." He looks at me. "What the hell are we even doing here? We got 117 million problems and worrying about our status on the lacrosse team is not one of them."

I look over to the field noticing no one being able to get a ball past one of the freshman. "It is now." They both turn, watching the same thing I'm seeing.

Stiles looks back then goes back to the freshman. "Who the hell is that?"

The freshman takes off his helmet and a boy with light brown hair and blue eyes looks at the field. I smile, he was quite attractive. Stiles glances at me and I pretend not to notice and just keep looking at the freshman. Stiles grabs my arm. "Okay, let's go practice a little bit."

I sit in math, Stiles to my right, Lydia in front of me, and Malia in front of Stiles. I check my phone seeing a text from my mom.

Mom
Just in case you see it on the news, there was a murder last night. Nothing supernatural. The Sheriff is taking care of it, I want you and your brother out of it.

I write my notes in my notebook as Stiles and Malia get called to the board for an equation. I exhale, trying to block them out of my head. Lydia's head turns towards me, and I try to ignore it. She's been on my ass this entire time about Stiles, and I try to ignore her. "You know, it's not too late." She says and I keep writing my notes. "Just tell him how you feel Myla, he feels the same way." Due to my ignorance, Lydia turns to face forward, but she keeps talking. "I watched the kiss you had at the party." I freeze, my pencil in the middle of the equation I'm writing. "He wasn't drunk. He never had a sip."

I look up and Lydia turns to look at me again. "He said something to you, and I know it was about his feelings for you." I think back to when I was in his head. The nogitsune showed me the kiss, and I remember Stiles saying something before it, but I couldn't hear.

"Lydia, whatever he had then, is gone now. It's for Malia." I go back to writing.

She flips her hair off her shoulder. "You marked him. You have the closest connection to him."

I slam my pencil down and lean closer to Lydia as Stiles makes his way back from the board. "If I knew how to unmark him, I would." The bells rings and I lean back and gather my stuff quickly and angrily. "I have tryouts."

I tie my hair back and change back into the athletic clothes I had on this morning, excited for tryouts. Anger is still coursing through me but I just hook my bag on my shoulder and grab my lacrosse stick, heading to the field. Scott looked as if he had some built up anger and Stiles looked scared towards the freshman. The first thing we do and is warmups, which includes the mile. We run around the field as Coach timed. I finish in the top three and wait for everyone else on the side line.

"Is that everyone?" Coach yells out as Stiles falls to the ground in front of him. "Yep, that's everyone." I roll my eyes and Scott and I help him up.

"Who came in first?" Stiles pants.

I sigh. "Liam. Then me."

"He's not human. You're both supernatural and he still won." Stiles continues to pant as I held onto his arm, supporting him. "What is he? A were-cheetah? Is that a thing?"

I let go and Stiles stumbles to the floor and Scott helps him up. "No, I think he's just that good."

We stand in line, the only thing on was our gloves and lacrosse sticks in hand. Bits of my hair stuck to my neck and face, due to the persistent sweat. Stiles was up, needing to shoot a goal. I stood in front of Scott in line, four people behind Stiles and we watched. He struggles and throws the ball, the goalie not even needing to move to catch it. Stiles migrates to the back of the line but stops to talk to Scott. "Maybe he's only good in goal. You know? Like totally useless on the rest of the field."

We watch as Liam throws it, scoring a goal. Coach cheers quietly on the side as I look back at Stiles and raise my eyebrows. "Totally useless." I sass and he glares before I look forward again.

"I hate this kid." Stiles states.

"You don't have to hate him, the team needs new players." Scott says.

I hear Stiles scoff. "What about a new team captain?"

As I was about to take my turn and grab a ball, Scott pushes me to the side, grabbing one for him. He takes a few steps and throws it. We all watch until it hits the pole. I close my eyes a while Scott looked astonished it didn't go in.

"Nice, McCall." One of our teammates, Garrett yells out.

I turn to him and glare. "Hey Garrett." He looks at me. "Shut up."

He laughs. "Like you can do any better little McCall."

"Garrett." Stiles calls out. "Shut up." He emphasizes. 

I press my lips together as I grab a ball, ready to throw it. I look up, the goalie ready. I take a few steps and throw it, it going into the goals net. I smile and walk past Garrett with his smug face. We keep going through, Liam and I never missing a shot while Scott and Stiles never making one. Scott and Stiles go get water as the lines keep going. Liam makes another shot and we cheer. I look back at Scott and Stiles, but Scott was looking with his glowing red Alpha eyes.