Mind over Matter

Game Plan

"Dude it's full proof!"

"Stiles your going to get yourself killed!" it was after school and they were both so I over room preparing for the game Stiles had sprung the crazy idea on him.

Stiles scoffed "Scott, as my best friend your supposed to support me" He whined "Not seeing much support here" He swung his lacrosse stick out as he spoke.

"Fuck!" There was a thud.

Stiles turned in place to find Jackson laying flat on his back. Shit, he thought to himself. He knelt down next to Jackson taking his shoulders and shaking his unconscious form.

"Way to go Stilinski" he heard from the growing group of boys around the body.

"Hey back off. It was an accident." Scott growled.

Danny scoffed.

"What the hell is going on in here!? Get your asses out there! Or have you all forgotten that-" Finstock stopped "What happened here?" he motioned down to Jackson who was groaning.

"Stilinski hit him with his stick" Someone blurted out.

"Shit" Finstock muttered and looked around at the group "Johnson, how's your leg lookin?" everyone's head turned to see the boy leaning on crutches. Then back to coach.

"Really" Danny raised an eyebrow at the coach.

Finstock sighed and scrubbed his hands over his face "Well this is just great. My best player is out cold, my other first liner in broken. Shit. Well Bilinski it looks like it's your lucky day. Your in"

There was a symphonie of groans. Stiles stood frozen in place his jaw hanging open. What? Did I hear that right? Me. What's my name? Stiles Stilinski. 2nd string. In the game. Going to get the girl. Stiles and Lydia. What a lovely ring to it. Stiles' train of thought was cut off when Scott shook him.

"Stiles-"

"Call me Biles, don't  this for me, Biles Bilinski"

"Come on then" he pushed him towards the field with at I'll of his eyes.

-----(Last few minutes of the game)-----

Thud. He was on the ground again a heavy body above him. He shoved the other player off and got to his feet running down the field. He ducked past the last defender between him and the goalie, spun around the poor kid like the guy had never even played the game before. He can't remember when he got the ball but this was his chance.

Stiles heard the faint screaming from his dad and Scott. He sucked air into his burning lungs, feinted as the goalie moved to block him. It was too easy, the guy had no game, which was surprising because you'd think it was Stiles who had no game.

Stiles felt his breath catch in his throat at the final few seconds. This was his last chance. He made the shot, his eyes slipping closed and his lips pulled back into a snarl as he swung the stick around to release the ball. It was silent for a beat then the crowd was on their feet cheering. They won the game.

The team cheered Stiles, there hands patting at his back and ass.

"Stiles!" He turned to see Scott tackling him down in a hug. Stiles laughed and hugged him tight. "You did it man!"

"I know!" Stiles shouted back.

Jackson was sitting on the bench with an ice pack to his head. He glared at the two boys as they walked past him to the locker rooms.

"Hey Stiles!" he heard his name and turned to find where the sound came from. Lydia. His breath caught in his throat.

"That's my name" he chuckled nervously.

She rolled her eyes. Scott was paying attention to the girl next to Lydia. Alison Argent.

Stiles smiled "You played great tonight. I was really surprised" Stiles didn't know if that last part was a compliment or not. He didn't have time to think about it though because a pair of lips were pressed up to his. His eyes grew in size. Lydia Martin is kissing me..  Me. Stiles Stilinski. He kissed her back but before he could do much else she was pulling away.

"See you around school." she winked and grabbed Alison and walking away.

He stood there in a daze.

"Dude. Lydia Martin just kissed you." Scott's jaw was hung open.

"Okay you saw it to so it wasn't a dream." he chuckled, his fingers ghosting his own lips. Scott just rolled his eyes and pulled Stiles into the locker room.

Jackson was just walking out when his eyes caught sight of Lydia pressed against Stilinski.. Wait.. What. Jackson did a double take. His face grew hot with anger. Stiles was going to die. He hiked his bag higher on his shoulder and marched over to his car.

Who the hell does He think he is?! Stealing my spotlight. Embarrassing me in front of the student body. What the Fuck is going on here! He will pay. I will make him pay.

Jackson growled and screeched out of the parking lot, speeding all the way home.