Lover Boy [Book 2]

Chapter 4

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I ran onto the lacrosse field, catching up with Scott and Stiles as they headed out for lacrosse practice. "Hey, guys."

"Hey, Parker. You trying out this semester?" Scott asked once he saw me.

"I'd try out. I figured this way, I'd be able to keep you from shifting mid-game. You have a bad habit of that." I replied.

"No, I don't." he looked to Stiles. "Do I?"

Stiles nodded. "Yeah, buddy. Yeah. You do."

I smiled and patted Stiles' back. "By the way, your father invited me and Derek for dinner."

"Lovely. A dinner with my ex-girlfriend and her scary brother. I'll write my will now. Got paper?"

I laughed. "I'll make sure Derek's on his best behavior, Stiles." I looked at Scott. "You're still captain, right?"

    "Um...I think so.  I mean, he just told me to show up at try-outs today." he answered me.

    "We got bigger things to deal with, anyway. Did either of you tell Argent yet?" Stiles asked either of us.

    "I texted him, but he didn't get back to me..." Scott answered.

    "Yeah, I tried calling him. Went straight to voicemail." I answered.

    Stiles looked at me. "Thanks for trying." he looked at Scott. "You told him his sister Kate came back from the dead over a text?"

    Scott shrugged. "I didn't have the money to call France."

    Stiles sighed. "Yeah, you think you got money problems? Try paying for an MRI and a visit to Eichen House."

    "Another notice?" I asked.

    "Yeah. This one said "final."

    "You could have asked me for the money. I wouldn't have minded." I said to him.

    He sighed. "No. I didn't want to worry you, or to take advantage of you. Now, what the hell are we doing here, anyway? We got like, one hundred and seventeen million problems, and worrying about our status on the lacrosse team is not one of them."

    "It is now." Scott pointed to the field, where a goalie caught every ball, then took off his helmet to show a young face.

    "Who the hell is that?" Stiles asked.

    I shrugged, smiling. "Don't know. But he's good."

    Stiles looked at me, putting a hand over my eyes. "Hey, hey—avert your eyes!"

    I pushed his hand down, looking up at him. "You sound jealous."

    "Well maybe I am." Stiles answered, looking at the young man again. "Okay, maybe we should just practice a little bit..."