right in front of you | stiles stilinski

chapter four

chapter four

→i think it's called lycanthropy

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Silence enveloped the locker room, broken only by Audi as she stuffed her things into her locker. Since she was the only girl on the lacrosse team at the moment and the girl's soccer team hadn't started their practices yet, she had the locker room to herself. She wasn't as happy about that as she should be.

Water soaked through the back of her t-shirt from her hair, bringing goosebumps along her arms from its chill. Her shower had been brief, cold, and full of jealous and angry thoughts, most of which were focused on Scott. She just couldn't believe he'd gotten that good so quickly.

Audi yanked her backpack out of her locker and then slammed it closed to pick up her lacrosse bag too. She weaved her way around the rows of lockers and threw open the door to leave with more force than necessary. She was so focused on herself that she almost didn't notice Jackson leaning against the wall outside the locker room.

His blank gaze was on her, arms crossed over his chest. A plain white wife beater hung from his shoulders, and his dark blonde hair somehow managed to look like he hadn't just run around for hours previously.

"You know what this means, right?" he asked her, not moving from the wall.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," she answered and made as if to walk away. He quickly stepped in front of her, stopping her from going any further.

"Scott's going to make first line," he said, disdain dripping from his voice.

Her grip tightened on the lacrosse bag hanging at her side. She smoothed her face so it didn't give away how much his words actually bothered her. "Yeah, and?"

"I know you think you're better than me. What are you going to do if he's better than you?"

"Cry myself to sleep and call it a day." As she said it, she noticed Stiles enter the intersection at the end of the hall. His gaze was elsewhere, meaning he hadn't noticed the other two yet. Just the sight of him, though, was enough to keep her anger in check.

Oblivious to what she'd seen, Jackson laughed humorlessly at her remark. "Yeah, okay. Just keep your friend under control."

"He's not a dog, Dickmore." Stiles had noticed them now and was watching with flat-out confusion on his face. Audi fought down a smile at the look.

Jackson suddenly stepped toward her, so close she could see the bulging veins in his forehead. "I don't care what he is or isn't. I'm the captain, not you, not McCall, and not that other puny little dickweed you hang out with. Got it?"

Audi rolled her eyes, and said sarcastically, "Yeah, I'll keep it in mind." She walked forward, purposefully knocking into him with her shoulder. She didn't look back to see his reaction and kept her gaze on Stiles at the end of the hallway, aware of a burning stare on the back of her head.

"What did he want?" Stiles asked when she stood in front of her.

Audi's hand unconsciously came to pick at the skin of her nose and his eyes followed the movement. She tore her hand away and said, "He was just talking shit."

Stiles stared slightly down at her beneath furrowed eyebrows. "Sure." He gave her another studious once over, then sighed. "Come on, we've gotta go help Scott find his inhaler. Maybe he'll share whatever steroids he decided to take today on the way there."