UNBREAKABLE // teen wolf

Chapter 27

I made it to the field with the thoughts of how to tell Lydia on my mind. Will she be upset? I don't necessarily feel like losing my best friends and yes, best friends, plural. I feel like if Lydia stops talking to me, Allison would stop talking to me and if Allison stopped talking to me, Scott would stop talking to me and if Scott stopped talking to me, Stiles would stop talking to me.
And I'd be lonely, again.

My life before I started speaking to them, literally consisted of getting my ass beat by my brother, getting attacked by random animals in the woods that turn out to be a crazed alpha werewolf that's trying to kill everyone, and cuddling my dog, Apollo, so no I don't really feel like losing them.

Anyways, I jogged towards the boys when I spotted them stood by the benches. Stiles had a lacrosse stick in his hand with a pile of balls on the floor (shut your dirty minds up) next to him, and Scott was also stood at the other end of the pitch, arms behind his back like they were tied and fearful look plastered on his face.

I started sprinting towards Stiles when I saw him pick up one of the balls from the floor.

"What the fuck are you doing!?" I shouted stopping next to him.
He jumped up into the air and screamed like a little girl, dropping the lacrosse stick.
He placed his hand on his chest breathing heavily. Dramatic ass.

"That was not nice!" He wheezed out. I just crossed my arms at him and rose a brow at his dramatics.
He huffed and picked up the stick again.
"I'm teaching him control." He shrugged getting everything back into place.

"By what? Throwing shit at him?" I asked shocked. I knew he was mad but bro, you know what? Count me in.
He nodded his head and turned to me, just in time to watch the ball I threw hit Scott directly in the chest.

"BULLS-EYE" I threw my arms into the air turning to Stiles.
He laughed with me and gave me a high five before turning back towards Scott.
Stiles rolled one of the ,white circle ⚪️ shaped game thing, into his net before throwing it straight at Scott, also hitting him in the chest. We watched as he leant forward groaning, trying to get a hold of his stomach but obviously can't with his hands tied behind him.

Stiles started giggling and picked up another ball placing it in his net, chucking it at his best friend. I also grabbed one from the floor, getting ready to beat his ass with balls. Bit fruity.
The next one he threw hit the poor boy straight in the face. I cringed back, I felt that.

"Okay, that one kinda hurt." He cried, trying to stand straight again.

"Quiet. Remember you're supposed to be thinking about your heart rate, alright? About staying calm." Stiles pulled his arm back throwing another, hitting him in his leg.

"Oh! Son of a bitch!" He started moving around, I feel bad. NOT.

"You know what? I think my aim is actually improving" stiles smiled to himself. I snorted and placed a hand over my mouth at my 'un-ladylike action'.

"Wonder why." Scott shook his head, standing straight again.

I quickly snatched the stick out of Stiles' grasp and placed the ball inside the net.
Before buzzy could say anything or react, I threw the ball hitting Scotty exactly in the groin. I dropped the large stick and covered my mouth in shock. Wait, no. Him and Allison would have really cute puppy babies! Father, a werewolf, mother, a werewolf hunter, grandparents, trying to kill them. So cute.

"What was that for!" Stiles asked, a dumbfounded expression on his face.

"What was what for? The throwing or taking? Can't just hog it to yourself." I turned to him and give him a shrug.