absolution ☾teen wolf [slow updates]

three [too close for comfort]

Lacrosse, Aubrey thought as she trudged out to the field, was a stupid sport. What kind of person invents a sport that's based around inflicting pain on the other team whilst scoring? And who throws teeny-tiny balls into goals with sticks? With nets attached to those sticks? The stupid game didn't make sense.

But what did make sense, at least to Aubrey, was a good curl-up-by-the-fire romance novel, and that was what she was going to read whilst practice went ahead.

As she headed over to the field, she spotted Buddy and Kyle walking in the same direction as her and remembered the conversation she'd had with Kyle at lunch - they were on the lacrosse team, too. Admittedly, Aubrey was interested in the talent that the team apparently held, what with Lydia, Jackson and Danny's constant boasting. She lifted an arm and waved at Kyle, who looked befuddled and quickly raised his hand in recognition, hitting Buddy in the head in the process and almost knocking him out.

Aubrey chuckled and headed over to the bleachers, where she immediately slowed her pace due to the daggers aimed at her from Lydia's eyes. "Oh, God," she muttered as she walked towards the angry strawberry blonde, "please, please save me."

She waited a few seconds, just in case the big man in the sky was busy curing world hunger or something like that, but nothing happened. Okay, it was official - even God, if there was a God, wanted Lydia to kill Aubrey. Karma, I guess, she thought as she plonked herself into the seat on Lydia's other side.

"What was that?" Lydia's voice was extremely frosty as she directed her gaze down to number twenty-four, who was sat on the bench and looking rather bored.

Aubrey shrugged, pulling her book out of her bag and flipping to the fifth chapter. "That is a nice kid who's in a couple of my classes - excuse me for trying to make some more friends."

Lydia made an irritated noise in the back of her throat, glaring at her best friend, but Aubrey had learnt by then that the best way to piss Lydia off was to ignore her, so she was going to do exactly that. She turned a page, taking in the words and tried to ignore the waves of anger that were rolling off of her friend.

Allison held back a smile at Aubrey's obliviousness to Lydia's rage, and placed a reassuring hand on the strawberry blonde's shoulder. "Relax, Lydia. You don't have to talk to him."

Aubrey mouthed the words 'thank you' at Allison whilst Lydia looked out over the field, surveying the hopefuls for the team. "No, I don't," Lydia agreed, smiling at Allison in a thankful sort of way. Allison, stumped, smiled back. Aubrey just rolled her eyes - she knew that Lydia was about to make some witty retort.

And she was right. Lydia added, "but I do have to talk to Aubrey the social casualty, and that drags me down enough."

"People just don't appreciate me for my true self," Aubrey said, her voice clearly insinuating how uninterested she was as she turned a page of her book.

"Quoting Star Wars at the top of your voice doesn't grab people's attention in the right way, Aubrey." Lydia replied, shaking her head at the black-haired idiot sat next to her. She then turned back to Allison; however, her eyes, rather than focusing on her boyfriend, were focused on player number eleven, who was headed towards the goal.

Aubrey slouched even more than she already was, her eyes absorbing the words on the page before her - she responded to Lydia's jibe in a bored tone of voice. "Tell that to your boyfriend. He obsesses over sports movies. That's weirder than a healthy liking for fictional universes, and I find your lack of faith disturbing." The book was a classic boy-meets-girl romance, with a twist; the boy also happened to be a wolf that the girl had loved since her childhood. All the positives of a generic romance novel, with the added bonus of plot twists and sub-plots. And she was only on chapter five.