WHAT BOYS FANTASISE ABOUT
"You gonna try to convince me not to play?" Scott guesses as I sit beside him and Stiles in the boys locker rooms.
"I just hope you know what you're doing." Stiles sighs. I glance around the space to see a few lacrosse players giving me weird looks. Some smirking and some pulling confused faces. And by what I can see, most of them are smirking. I've been in here plenty of times since I've arrived here, in Beacon Hills, but I still get those disturbing looks.
"And just please please please, oh god please, try not to shift on the field." I tell him. Ignoring the uncomfortableness of the states and returning my attention to the only two boys I like on the team. Except from Danny, of course.
"If I don't play, I lose first line and Allison." Scott whines.
"Allison's not going anywhere." I inform him and I know that for a fact. She's always taking about him, I know she's the one. They are so perfect together, yes, they may have the odd argument, but all couples do.
"And it's one game that you really don't need to play." Stiles carries on from my point. I see him looking round the room at all the smirks coming my way and he rolls his eyes.
"I wanna play! I wanna be on the team. I wanna go out with Allison. I want a semi - freaking normal life. Do you get that?" Scott complains to us both, bring Stiles' attention back to the conversation we are having and not focused on the horny teenagers.
"I get it. Just try not to worry too much while you're out there, okay?" Stiles tells him.
"Or get too angry." I add on.
"I got it." Scott sighs.
"Or stressed." Stiles adds on another thing.
"I got it."
"Don't think about Allison being in the stands." I add on again, gradually listing all for the reasons why Scott is angry and annoyed at this moment in time.
"Or that her father's trying to kill you." Stiles says.
"Or that Derek's trying to kill you." I add on, once again.
"Or the girl he killed."
"Or that you might kill someone."
"If a hunter doesn't kill you first - I'm sorry. We'll stop."
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"Good luck." Me and Stiles wish Scott in sync as he goes off onto the field. Before we can even move towards the already crowded bleachers, Lydia Martin walks up to Scott, she gets a fistful of his lacrosse jersey in her hand and pulls him closer towards her, only leaving about 2 centimetres separating her face from his scared and worried face. I look at Stiles to see that his expression looks very unbothered by the situation cracking off on the field.
"Scott - I just want you to remember one thing for tonight." Lydia smiles at him.
"Uh - Winning isn't everything?" Scott says awkwardly to Lydia, giving a slight but uncomfortable smile.
"Nobody likes a loser." She let's go of his jersey, leaving him to huff and roll his eyes before heading further into the field.
"Please let this be okay. Please." I hear Scott silently plead. Me and Stiles take a seat on the bench. I know I don't play, but when you have a werewolf as a best friend playing lacrosse and loosing control over their powers sometimes, you've gotta keep close watch over them.
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Temporary Fix >> S.S. & A.A.
Hombres LoboAfter leaving Beacon Hills and returning to find out her best friend got bitten by a werewolf, Jade Valet's life starts to become even more distant to what it was every day.
