UNLOVEABLE ─ s.stilinski

xiv. lunatic

CHAPTER FOURTEEN
lunatic

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Rhys made his way to the lacrosse pitch - he had was waiting for Stiles to give him a lift home and was definitely not here for any other reason. At all. He sat on the bench next to Stiles, who seemed to be beaming about something.

"Why are you so happy?" Rhys questioned, smiling.

Stiles turned to him immediately, "I made first line!" he told him excitedly. "Well it's probationary... and Biles Bilinski made it."

Rhys couldn't help the bark of a laugh that escaped his lips, "Okay... not going to question that. But, first line!" Rhys clapped his hands together. "That's amazing! That's really amazing, Stiles."

"Thanks," he budged Rhys shoulder softly, "but i'm serious. You have to refer to be as Biles now."

Rhys shook his head fondly, "How about just in front of coach?" He compromised.

"That works," Stiles told him, a small grin on his face.

There conversation was then stopped by Scott, who walked over to them. Stiles looked at him with anticipation.

"Hey, what happened?" Stiles asked quickly, straightening up in his seat.

Rhys furrowed his brows, also want to know what happened.

"What?" Scott said distractedly as he tightened his gloves.

Stiles huffed, "Did you ask her? Did she say anything? Did she imply she liked me?"

"Yeah... yeah, she likes you," Scott told him, "in fact she's totally into you."

Stiles began to grin after being told this but Rhys couldn't help the deep and hollow pit that developed in his stomach.

He frowned, "Wait, uh... what's happening?" he asked.

"Scott can smell emotions," Stiles explained. Rhys' eyes widened, he looked at Scott and was surprised to see him glaring determinedly at someone.

"Really?" Rhys asked, surprised. "Is it because of the full moon?"

"We think so," Stiles nodded.

Rhys urged him to continue, still not understanding what that had to do with someone liking Stiles.

"Scott spoke to her for me, to see if he could smell desire on her," Stiles informed, a grin still on his face.

"Desire," Rhys deadpanned. "From who?"

"Lydia, of course," The buzzcut boy told him, as if it were obvious and really it should've been.

Rhys couldn't stop the bitterness that crept into his voice as he replied. "Oh, of course," He repeated.

Stiles instantly picked up in his change of tone, and frowned at him, "Everything alright?" he asked cautiously.

"Yes," he replied quickly. "Perfectly fine."

That was a complete lie, but he had learned to hide it from him well now. See the thing was that Rhys didn't understand why Stiles was so in love with her. Lydia didn't appreciate him, she couldn't even remember his name sometimes and yet she was still the one for him.