Losing It ~ TeenWolf

Part 16

Charlotte

After lunch was over, we all walked to our classes, after everyone had separated it was just Stiles and I who were left.

As we walked down the corridor I felt stiles grab my hand, I looked up at him and saw a smirk pull at his lips. I chuckled slightly and felt him pull on my arm, he pulled me down the corridors until we were jogging.

We ended up outside and he continued to drag me towards the field.

"Where are we going?" I laughed.

"Somewhere secret." He said.

He pulled me to the furthest point on the field and we hid under the bleachers. He put both of his hands on either side of my face and shoved his lips onto mine. I let my bag fall onto the floor.

I wrapped my hands around his neck as I pulled him closer and deepened the kiss. I breathed out a laugh into his mouth as he pushed our bodies together.

I felt him growing hard against me and I laughed again, he snaked his tongue into my mouth and I melted into him.

"Stiles.." I mumbled into his lips.

"Mmmm?"

"We have class." I said between breaths.

"Mmm." He agreed but made no effort to pull apart.

I put one of my hands on his chest and pushed him away slightly. He took his hands away from my face and placed them on my hips.

"Do we have to?" He hummed.

"I'm afraid so, especially because of my tryouts after school." I sighed,

"Fine." He breathed.

He pecked my lips quickly before he pulled away. I bent down and picked up my bag and flung it over my shoulder.

—

After school, I walked out of my class and met Stiles outside of the locker room, coach was already there talking to the boys about something so Stiles directed me to the girls changing room.

There were only a few girls actually in there, most of them in the years younger than me.

I quickly got changed into some of the gear that was provided and then I made my way outside where coach was being surrounded by a group of boys who were also trying out for the team.

I stood at the back and listened to to what was being said.

"Today, I want to see resilience, I want you to go out others and show me what you got! There are only three more spots left for staring line so some of you will end up on the bench! Alright, get out there and give me your best!" He yelled.

Everyone began running towards the field and I did the same.

I felt anxiety eat away at my stomach as I saw everyone go into groups with their friends, I had no one as non of my friends needed to tryout, they were either on the team or didn't want to be.

Coach blew the water and everyone lined up with me at the back. I clutched my stick in my hands, I had only played lacrosse a few times in France and that was mostly in my first year, before I became a werewolf.

Coach called one of the boys to be in goal and tryouts began. Tryouts officially began.

People would pick up a ball in their nets and the shot it into the goal, some of them scored, some of them missed.

After they shot the ball, they came to the back and stood behind me, waiting for their next turn.

Something suddenly perked my ears, my name being said behind me. Two of the boys in line began to talk about me. As the line moved forward, I continued to listen into their conversation.

"Why is she even here?" One of them asked.

"I know right, she probably doesn't even know how to pick up the ball." Another said.

"I can bet you that that gear isn't hers."

"You really think she'd be able to tie the nets on her stick?"

They both laughed.

"I heard she's hanging out with Stilinski."

"Ugh, he has no taste."

I eventually cut them out, I couldn't stand them anymore. I wasn't necessarily an insecure person. I didn't care for people talking shit about me but it began to boil my blood when they kept saying 'she' and 'her' as if it was a weakness being a female.

When I made it to the front of the line, I clutched my hands around the stick again and focused my eyes, I let them burn red as I got a clear spot on my target.

I picked up the ball with my stick, which I did successfully, I pulled it behind my head and let out a confident breath.

I launched the ball and scored right in the net, catching the goal keeper off guard. I get cheers from the stands and saw my friends sat on the seats. Liam, Stiles, Lydia, Theo, Scott, Isaac and Malia were all there cheering me on, I felt a little embarrassed but grateful overall.

I made my way to the back of the line and made sure to smile confidently at the boys who were talking shit about me.

—

The rest of tryouts was mostly proving ourself to coach, running and aiming was a huge part of what coach wanted to do.

After tryouts, coach assured us that we would know by the next practice, which was when the real team would be playing.

Once coach dismissed us, I made my way over to the others in the stands. I saw Stiles stand up and walk over to me and I grinned from ear to ear. He wrapped me in the biggest hug and squeezed my body firmly into his.

I wrapped my hands around his back and I breathed in his scent.

He pulled away and smiled at me.

I scrunched my face, "sorry, I'm all sweaty." I said.

"It's ok." He shrugged.

"Was I good?" I anxiously rubbed my hands together.

"You were great." I heard Liam say, I looked past Stiles's shoulder and watched as the group came towards us. They crowded around Me and Stiles.

"Yeah, you were amazing." Scott said.

"You could give Scott a run for his money." Lydia laughed slightly.

"Maybe even Isaac." Theo gave him a side glance.

"Pfft, I don't think so." He crossed his arms.

"Thanks guys." I smiled.

"Are we going to yours now?" Stiles asked, looking down at me.

"Um, yeah but I have to grab Amy first."

After everyone agreed, they left, even Stiles after I sent him a side glance. I didn't know what was going on between me and Stiles but I didn't want to explain it to anyone in the group.

They'd probably think badly of me in some way, I'd been here for less than a month and I'd already sunken my teeth into the first boy that smiled at me. I felt stupid.

I sighed and rubbed my hands over my face before I made my way back to the changing rooms.