UNLOVEABLE ─ s.stilinski

xxvi. apparitions

CHAPTER TWENTY SIX
apparitions

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Closing the door behind him, Rhys waved at Harley from where she sat in her car. She rolled down the window and shouted.

"Hurry up! We're going to be late!"

"Chill," Rhys replied sliding into the car and letting out a relaxed sigh as the warm air hit his skin. "I'm only a couple of minutes late."

Harley pulled out of the drive, glaring at the road, "I told Lydia I was going, I need to sit next to her or I might combust."

"Evidently," He sighed sarcastically, which Harley did not appreciate. He looked over to her with a smirk and went to turn on the radio but she whacked his hand out of the way, sending him a harsh look. "ow."

"Don't be so dramatic," she sighed, "And you know that the driver gets to choose the music."

I wanna be adored by the Stone Roses played through the car as they arrive at Beacon Hills lacrosse field. Many people had already arrived, filling up the bleachers with excited chatter. He hopped out of the car, grabbing his phone when Harley threw him the keys. Rhys caught them giving her a confused look.

"You have now been promoted to my locker," She walked over patting him on the back, "lose them and I will kill you." Harley smiled sweetly, before running off to the bleachers.

Rhys sighed, placing the keys in his bag and walking over to the bleachers with less enthusiasm. It was now dark and the spotlight illuminated the field, he took his seat at the bottom of the bleachers and rubbed his hands together for warmth.

Stiles sat in front of him in a maroon tracksuit, he hunched over with his hands in his pockets from the cold. Coach sat next to him, already frustrated with the match even though it hadn't begun yet.

Stiles turned, looking over the bleachers. His eyes did not find Rhys'; however, they trailed to Allison and her Grandfather, who sat not too far from him. Moments later the match began, a player ran up the pitch the ball sat in his net. He was about to score when this gigantic human rammed into him and knocked her to the ground. Rhys gritted his teeth in concern, this match was not going well.

"Come on! Is that thing even a teenager?" Coach yelled angrily, "I wanna see a birth certificate!"

The whistle blew again but this time it echoed in his ears, everything around him seemed to slow down. Rhys could hear the loud panting of his breath and the thumping of his heart, everything else blurred into a static noise. With a pounding head, he grabbed the edge of the bleachers and shakily stood attempting to escape the loud noise.

He made his way to the parking lot, his head spinning wildly, he could feel goosebumps trial his arms. He fell to the steps, his legs practically jelly. His head throbbed, and Rhys grabbed it forcefully trying to subdue the pain.

Suddenly it stopped. Still breathing heavily, he blinked away the tears from his eyes, he shuffled back in surprise when someone sat opposite him with their legs crossed over. They were covered in blood and their face was deformed it was hard to see who it was - his mind was playing tricks again.

The person muttered something, their cracked lips moving slightly. Rhys furrowed his brows and wiped away the tears under his eyes. They said it again, this time clearer.