The Vampire of Beacon-Hills [ENGLISH VERSION]

S2 : Chapter Twenty-two

ELENA'S POV :

Apparently Scott has to sit on the bench tonight, which is a bit of a problem. Gerard gave us until the last seconds of the game to deliver Derek to him or Jackson will kill someone. The problem is that we have no idea where he could be.

I sit down in the stands next to Lydia, Mr. Stilinski and Mrs. McCall who seems to have slightly regained confidence in her son after discovering his supernatural side. I see the coach hand a stick to Stiles who heads out onto the field.

"Oh no, why is my son on the field?"

"Because he's on the team," Scott's mother answers.

"He's going to play," I smile. "Stiles is going to play."

•••

We're already losing 2-0. Stiles got the ball once but didn't even have time to move before he lost it.

"He probably has to warm up a bit first," Mrs. McCall tries.

Once again, he had it at his feet but got knocked down by the guys from the opposing team.

"It must be the stalking," Lydia guesses.

The ball comes straight at him and... he takes it in the head.

"Oh my god..."

We're getting crushed. Isaac enters the field. He knocks down one guy from the team, then a second and a third. I think I can guess Scott's plan. All of them eliminated so that he would be their last hope and enter the field to stop Jackson from killing anyone. Isaac finds himself paralyzed by Jackson's claws but Scott is finally able to enter the field. He leaves him a few minutes later for reasons I don't know.

The ball rolls to Stiles' feet. He picks it up and runs towards the bases, chased by all the guys from the opposing team. He stops and... But why is he stopping.

"Stilinski," the coach yells. "Shout it ! Shout the ball in the goal !"

"Go ! Shout it," I yell.

He scores. Everyone stands up and applauds. We're 8 against 9. Only 2 points and 10 minutes to win. Stiles recovers the ball a second time, then a third. It's not one, not two, but three goals that he scores. The end of the game rings and... we've won!

The crowd heads to the field to congratulate them. I head towards Stiles who takes me in his arms. He spins me around for a moment before resting and pressing his lips to mine. I'm surprised by his gesture but I have to admit that it's really far from unpleasant. It's quite the opposite in fact. It's... magic.

He finally breaks away and I think that in the heat of the moment he hadn't really realized what he was doing. He now looks at me like a little boy waiting to be punished because he just did something stupid. Our eyes remain fixed on each other, smiling. After a few seconds that seem to last an eternity, I can no longer resist the urge to kiss him again. I put my lips on his but the lights on the field go out and a scream rings out.