I hastily shove my binder in my locker, wanting to get out of this hell hole as fast as possible. Everyday putting things in my locker is a struggle, but today I'm extra annoyed. Then to aggravate me even more, I'm shoved, and there goes all the paper and books I was holding. I bend down to collect my belongings, and turns out I'm not the only person picking up my things. I look up to see my best, and only friend, Stiles.
"Hey Bri." He says, smiling at me.
"Thanks Stiles, you always seem to be there right when I need it." I say, grateful.
"Well yeah know, I do like to think of myself as some sort of superhuman." He says sarcastically, earning a playful nudge from me.
"So, I was wondering... Wanna come to the game tonight? I mean I'll probably get checked so many times but I figured you could enjoy laughing at my pain." He says with a chuckle.
"Damn Stiles, how'd you know my exact reason for wanting to come?" I say, then I add, "And when have I ever missed a game?".
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Poor Stiles, he's so horrible at this game. But he loves it, and here I am supporting him because that's what we do for each other.
"Stilinski! Watch yourself!" I shout, I can't help it, I'm so used to the atmosphere.
I anticipate the moves of the players, everything about the game gives off the vibe I'm in love with.
Ironically, the moment I start thinking about how happy I am, I see Stiles get hit and all of a sudden my stomach is in my throat. As if it's an instinct, I run towards where he is know laying on the field. I shove my way through the ring of people who have now crowded Stiles. There he is, lying lifelessly right in front of my eyes, and it takes all I have not to cry. It's not like he could be seriously injured, I mean, I saw the hit, but just seeing him like this makes me heart ache. I kneel down next to him, and stroke his cheek for a moment, admiring the few freckles on his face. The next thing I know his eyes are open, and he's laughing. Are you kidding me? He could've had a confusion and he's laughing. I punch him.
"Are you serious Stilinski? You could've been seriously injured and you're laughing? You're despicable." I tell him, scowling.
"Aw, Bri you were just scared, I mean what would you do without me being there to pick up your books everyday?" He says with a smirk.
I think for a moment before responding "Crash and burn." And I pull him in for a hug, despite how sweaty he is. I don't think he understands without him, I really would crash and burn.
