ᴀꜱʜᴇꜱ - ꜱᴛɪʟᴇꜱ ꜱᴛɪʟɪɴꜱᴋɪ

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Sam tapped his feet alongside rhythmically against the gym floor.

He was in P.E., standing at the back of the class, nervously looking at and then away from Stiles and Scott.

"You're going to have to confront them at some point."

"Wanna bet?" He whispered back to Alex as he watched Scott and Allison walk right up in front of the rock climbing wall.

Sam had stayed up most of the night conversing with Alex, although he didn't feel as tired as he thought he would.

They had talked about the events of the day prior, her fully explaining what had happened. She said she could - only briefly - solidify her form so that she could move things. She hadn't done it before because it usually took a heavy toll on her.

The reason the hunter had flown across the room was just the amount of energy she had used, as you can manipulate it when you're a ghost. Sam, of course, believed her - but he felt there was something more she wasn't telling him.

But for now, he wouldn't press on it. He was processing too much already (including the existence of the freaking supernatural) to ask.

After that, most of the conversation consisted of Alex trying to convince him to message Stiles, that knowing glint in her eyes.

Eventually, he had given in and send Stiles a short message: 'hi' although Stiles had yet to respond, which somehow made Sam feel more anxious than before he had texted.

Why did he care so much about it? He didn't know. It was most likely because he hadn't socially interacted with people other than his parents and Alex for as long as he could remember, so it was weird adjusting. Yeah, it was definitively that. Yeah.

"You're staring again,"

He turned to playfully glare at Alex; before looking back at the boy.

Stiles turned his head, meeting his gaze as Sam's eyes widened, and he looked back towards Allison and Scott on the climbing wall.

Alex, who knew that something was up but didn't want to press further, changed the subject. "What do you think is going on between those two."

As they both neared the top, Scott gave Allison a playful grin, which was, in turn, met with her foot kicking his - leading to him losing his balancing and falling short of a few inches from the ground.

Scott gasped in shock as most of the students around him laughed, including Sam and Alex. The coach let out an even louder laugh as Allison started to descend, a satisfied smile on her face.

Scott's rope gave way, and he flopped onto the mat with a loud sigh, looking up at the ceiling.

Coach Finstock knelt beside Scott as he spoke in a glee-filled voice that Sam couldn't hear from the distance away; before he stood back up and announced, "All right, next two. Stilinski. Sam. Let's go. The wall."

Sam's eyes widened as Stiles nodded once and walked to the wall without hesitation. "It's fine; you got this," Alex said as she clapped, a grin present on her face.

He pushed through the crowd of students and slipped into the harness. He pretended to double-check the carabiner clip so that maybe Stiles would already be ahead of him by the time he ascended.

He finally sighed and maneuvered onto the wall, starting his climb, noticing that Stiles was less than a foot above him.

Before he could process his decision, he sped his climb, ending up right next to the boy. "You okay?"