[ B O O K O N E - S E A S O N S O N E A N D T W O ]
Madison Stilinki, a high school student with anger issues, attends Beacon School High - her friendship group consisting of her twin brother, Stiles Stilinski, and her best friend, Scott McCa...
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I go straight to the bleachers to watch Stiles and Scott practice, something I do for almost every single one. My only two friends are boys who play lacrosse, and even if they did allow girls on the team (which they do not), I'd not be caught dead in that uniform. So I am forced to come to every single practice and game, which are usually all boring and watching the two fail miserably at every shot and Jackson Whittemore excel at every game, and his annoying girlfriend and love of Stiles' life, Lydia Martin cheer him on.
But hey, at least Scott looks good in his uniform.
"Hey, you're in my english class, right? You sit near me." I hear from besides me and turn to my left. Ugh, great. It's the new girl Scott's obsessed with, and she's still with Lydia and Kelsey. I didn't even notice them sit down besides me. Someone has to have put a hex on me recently because these three sitting next to me is my worst nightmare. "I'm Allison, it's nice to meet you."
"Yeah. I'm Madison." I try to muster up a smile at her, but can't bring myself to. Not with the memory of everything that's happened with her today.
"Wait you're friends with Blake, right?" Kelsey questions, her brows lowered as she looks at me.
I shrug. "I mean, I wouldn't use the word 'friend' but-"
"Does he talk about me?" She smirks, obnoxiously chewing on a piece of gum, and I have to try my best to hide the disgust on my face.
I paint on a fake smile, knowing exactly what to say to get her to leave me alone. "All the time. Never stops."
She immediately beams, before turning back to the game, and my smile drops as I do the same, and unsurprisingly notice Scott's looking at Allison - again. This was becoming insufferable. But not only that - Scott wasn't on the bench.
He was on the field.
All of last year, Scott and Stiles sat on the side lines, because they're terrible at lacrosse. The only reason Stiles stayed on the team was to impress our dad - and I guess Scott did it since Stiles started at first. But during the end of summer, he'd expressed his newfound want to actually be good at lacrosse and play in the games rather than sit on the bench. I honestly didn't realise he was being totally serious.
I look down and see Stiles a couple rows away from us and immediately go down to sit with him. After doing this many times before, Coach no longer gets mad at me. He glances at me without any emotion whatsoever and then back to the game.
"Y'know, when Scott said this is the year he makes first line, I kind of thought he was joking." I sigh.
Stiles nods. "Yeah, I wish he was. He's gonna get obliterated out there."
Coach blows the whistle and the game begins. I look over at Scott and he's clutching hold of his helmet and banging his head all around like he's at a party. What the hell is he doing? Before he can get back to total sanity someone throws a ball and it hits Scott right in his face. Everyone bursts into laughter except for Stiles and I.
