Inferno - Stiles Stilinski

Chapter 4

Once I get up to the bleachers, I quickly turn back around because I hear Stiles frantically shouting Scott's name, "Scott! Scott, wait up!"

Huh? What on Earth is all that about?

I make my way to the field to see what's going on, and while Scott is already jogging towards the rest of the players, Stiles is muttering something to himself when I come up behind him and try to get his attention, "Stiles."

"Wha—" his arms spastically flail around in the air as he turns around.

The feeling of cool metal suddenly smacks my face, making my eyes clamp shut and forcing my head to fly backwards. I'm gonna take a wild guess and say his lacrosse stick just whacked my face.

Whelp. Wasn't expecting that.

"Ow, Jesus what the hell Stiles?! Watch where you're swinging that thing!" I clutch the side of my cheek with my hand, as the throbbing starts to set in... yep, that's definitely gonna leave a mark.

"Oh. My. God. Elizabeth. I am so sorry are you ok?" Stiles squeaks out, his voice cracking a few times. I open my eyes to see his face inches away from mine, one of his hands on my arm and the other reaching for my cheek.

He removes my hand then carefully rubs his thumb over the mark starting to develop and wipes away some of the tears I didn't even know had fallen. Seeing how I didn't answer, his face contorts into one of worry, "Liz, are you ok?" He repeats, "Do you have a concussion? Do I need to take you to the hospital? Do you know who I am? Do you know where you are?" but again I can't answer, but this time is because I'm lost in the beautiful hazel pools he calls eyes... I can practically feel the remorse and guilt that is threatening to crash over him like a tsunami, "Lizzy."

That snaps me out of whatever hold his eyes had on me, giving me back the ability to actually answer, "Wha- yea. I'm fine" I wince as he rubs over the mark again.

"I am so so so so so so so sorry. I didn't see you there and I was so focused on Scott, I just kinda freak—"

"Stiles it's ok." I reach up and gently put my hand over his, "What was so important that you needed to say to Scott?"

"I just accidentally deck you with my lacrosse stick and you're worried about what I needed to tell Scott?" he smiles and chuckles in relief.

"Yeah, I heard you screaming his name and that's why I'm down here in the first place." I try and smile back but it hurt to move my cheek so instead I give a half-smile.

He seems to notice our close proximity, because he awkwardly lets go of my face and takes a couple steps back, looking like he's trying to remember what he was going to say, "Uhhhh- well... um... oh yeah. I overheard my dad on the phone. The fiber analysis came back from the lab in L.A. they found animal hairs on the body from the woods, and you're never gonna believe what animal it was." He pauses for a few seconds, and then after seeing the realization cross my face he nods before saying the answer the same time as I do,

"A wolf."

"A wolf... oh my gosh, Scott was right!"

"Let's go! Gather round! Bring it in!" Coach's voice booms over us, "Got a question, McCall?"

I look over to see my brother with his hand in the air, what the heck is he doing? I follow his eyes and of course, in the bleachers is Allison, waving at him.

Awwww. I ship it.

"AYE ROMEO, YOU GET OVER HERE TOO, AND QUIT FLIRTING WITH MY FAVORITE MCCALL!!!"

Huh? I look back and see the whole team plus Coach looking at me and Stiles... his face is a shade of red that I didn't even know was possible for a human, and judging by how warm my face is, I'm probably the same color.