obsession - void stiles

lacrosse practice

"Do I really have to be here?" Malia complained.

"Yes! This is a great opportunity to get to know (Y/N) better. It's not like you have anything else to do," Lydia said. It was free period and Lydia suggested Kira, Malia herself and I watch the boys during their lacrosse practice. It was true, there was really nowhere else to be.

"Alright losers, we're gonna run a practice game. Freshmen, you'll be defending. Let's go! Hurry up, get into positions!" Coach yelled, blowing his whistle and waving his arms about in an impatient manner.

"Kira, want some strawberries?" Malia asked. I looked back at Kira who seemed to be staring into the distance.

"No thanks," She said, after a while.

Malia shrugged. "More for me I guess,"

Out of curiosity, I followed Kira's gaze which led me onto the field and staring at my cousin. I jumped up in excitement and nudged Kira's arm.

"Kira!" I said, a little too loudly. "Oh my god, You like Scott" I said, making sure to lower my voice this time.

"What?" She said, looking at me with wide eyes. I watched as her cheeks became a soft shade of rose.

"I thought this day would never come. Wow, even with the uneven jawline?"

"You mean his beautiful, sharp uneven jawline,"

I burst out laughing. "Kira, you can't hide anything from me. Scott and Kira. Kira and Scott. You guys would be so cute together. You've told him how you felt right?" I looked at Kira, who looked down so her red face was out of view.

"Kira! You have to tell him! Who knows? What if he likes you too? I mean what's not to like about you? You're kind, smart and really pretty. If you don't make it happen, you bet I will,"

"Thanks but it'll be super embarrassing and awkward when he rejects me. I'm happy being friends as we are now. It's not like I daydream and imagine... certain scenarios with him..."

I smiled as I watched her be lost to her train of thought. "Hey, Scott's a really nice and understanding person. He wouldn't do or say anything to make you feel uncomfortable or insecure. If you want, I'll talk to him about you and see how he reacts. I'll keep an eye out on Scott for any signs," I winked.

Kira smiled. "I guess that'd be pretty cool. Thanks, (Y/N)"

I nodded. I've never had a close female friend in whom I could talk to about this kind of stuff. It felt nice. Suddenly, Coach blew his whistle signalling the start of a game. Surprisingly, my eyes found its way to Stiles. The way his hair blew in the wind, his built athletic figure, the curve of his nose and his forehead which dripped with sweat. I gulped as I remembered our interaction in the library. The way he fingers felt dragging against my skin. They way his tongue felt sliding against the curve of my neck. I had to stop thinking about him. Stiles left me in the library without another word, I didn't want to get caught up into something with him. We were just friends. I had this feeling in my gut that he was bad for me. That even being near him was a bad idea. I had felt  this dark aura around him since my first day at BHHS. But I couldn't ignore the feeling in my heart. The feeling which desired him. Suddenly, he turned his head and my eyes met with his. I froze in place as the whole world meshed into a blur. His empty eyes were so intriguing,  I couldn't look away. I felt so drawn to him and I hated it. As he saw me, he smirked. My heart jumped out my chest at his dumb fucking smirk. It was  attractive as fuck.

"(Y/N), the girls and I were planning to go shopping tomorrow. Want to come?" Lydia asked, breaking my craving train of thoughts and eye contact with Stiles. I looked at Lydia who was sitting with a pen twirling between her fingers and a notepad on her lap.

"Sure, I'll see if I'm free tomorrow. I'll let you know before tonight," I smiled.

"I'm open! Why won't you pass me the fucking ball, Garrett? Huh?" My head turned towards the oval at the sudden sound of Stiles' screaming voice. Stiles was storming towards Garrett.
The boys in the lacrosse team started to crowd around Stiles and Garrett who were pushing each other aggressively.
"STILINSKI!" Coach yelled, continuously blowing his whistle.

Suddenly, Garrett punched Stiles in the face, sending him to the ground in one swift move. I jumped up and without really knowing what I was thinking, I ran onto the field. "Stiles!" I yelled.

"(Y/N)! What are you doing? Get off the field, I don't want you getting hurt!" Scott said, standing in front of me so my view of the scene was blocked and I couldn't walk any further.
I pushed Scott away and ran to were Stiles and Garett were fighting. This time however, the scene was different. It was Garrett who was on the floor.

Stiles was towering over Garrett who lay bloody faced on the floor. He had his hand around Garrett's throat and his foot stepped on his leg. Garett had his hands on Stiles' arm, trying with all his strength to get him to loosen his strong grip. His eyes were wide open and filled with desperation and plead. Stiles was hurting him.

"Stiles?" I said, the words just barely coming out. At my words, he looked up from Garett to meet my eyes. They were almost unrecognisable. This wasn't Stiles. It was that same uneasy and dangerous feeling I felt when I first saw him on my first day at school, but much worst.  The darkness filled his entire eyes. I wanted to look away but my eyes wouldn't look anywhere else. I felt trapped in the empty blackness of his eyes. I felt like I had fallen into a hole and I couldn't get out. It was like looking into void.

"Hey! Stiles!" Scott yelled, making his way over to the 2 boys. 

"Stiles, let go of him. Your void is showing," Scott said firmly but quietly before pulling Stiles away by his shoulders. 

"Garett, are you okay?" Scott said, offering him his hand. 

"Yeah, whatever I'm fine," He said, eyeing Stiles. 

"Okay, everybody move away now! Hurry up, we still have 20 minutes left of practice. There's no time to waste, everybody get into their positions, we're getting on with the game! Excpet you Stilinski, you'll be running laps for the rest of practice and you can come to my office for an afterschool detention," Coach yelled, blowing his whistle. 

"Hey, Stiles! What the hell was that? What has gotten into you? What were you gonna do just then, choke him to death?" Scott yelled at Stiles as the rest of the team got ready on the field. 

"The dude's a little bitch. He deserved it," Stiles replied angrily.

"So what, maybe Garett can be a pain in the ass but that doesn't mean he deserves to be choked to death! I've never seen you this angry or violent Stiles. What's really going on?" 

"You know what's going on? Laps, for the rest of practice. So I better get to it, Scott and you better get on with your game. Gotta set a good example, team captain,"  Stiles said and ran to the track which surrounded the field.

"Stiles!" Scott yelled but he continued to run, completely ignoring Scott. Scott sighed and kicked his shoe into the grass, frustrated, turning around when he noticed me. I don't think I really knew it at the time but I had been standing there in the same position the whole time. I had no idea what just happened.

"(Y/N), Are you alright?" Scott said.

"Yeah," I replied. The same sentence kept replaying in my head: Your void is showing. What did that even mean?

"Hey, you should get off the field before coach starts screaming again," Scott laughed. 

I nodded. "yeah, I should" before returning to the stands to sit with the girls. "(Y/N)? Are you okay? What were you thinking running out on the field?" Lydia asked, worry clear in her voice.

"Honestly, I don't know,"

"Are you sure? You look kind of pale," Malia asked. 

I probably was. Goosebumps had appeared on my arms as I though about Stiles' eyes. Something was definitely wrong. I had this gut feeling about Stiles. He was deceptive. At one point, I couldn't stop thinking about him. Desire overcame the feeling of uneasiness but now I couldn't stop picturing his void eyes. It was filled with rage and revenge and a part of me wondered what would've happened if no one was around to stop him, even though honestly, I'm too afraid to want to know the actual answer.