Some people, when they grow up, become better at hiding their emotions. But they don't feel less.
- David Levithan
Lydia brought both girls to the lacrosse field, talking about which players to watch for, with no end. Libby had her tuned out since she'd first grabbed her arm, she just couldn't bring herself to care about lacrosse right then.
The strain in her body was at an all-time high. Every part of her wanted to dart away from the school and find Derek so they could hunt the alpha together. And if they couldn't hunt, then at least she could be with him.
She'd almost excused herself from their company when she'd balled her fist so hard that blood dripped from her hand before quickly drying up and healing. The only reason she didn't leave was because she noticed Scott walking out to the field with his friend at his side.
Libby turned to Lydia, leaning over Allison, and asked, "This is tryouts?"
"Yep," She responded with a pop of her lips, "Jackson's team captain, though, so he's already on the team."
"What about him?" Libby pointed to Scott, where he stood in goal.
Allison kept looking at Scott, "Yeah, I was actually wondering about him too. Do you know who he is?"
"Him?" Lydia tilted her head slightly, "I'm not sure who he is. Why?"
"He's in our English class." Allison leaned back slightly.
Libby looked between the two, Scott and Allison, then to the boy on the bench. Shoving any lingering feelings of guilt down, she clapped her hands on her thighs and sent the girls a short smile, "Why don't I go find out?"
Allison and Lydia both watched silently as Libby jumped the bleachers and marched over to where the buzzcut boy sat. Plopping down on the bench, Libby heaved her backpack next to her and crossed her arms.
Blankly, she asked, "What's your name?"
He looked at her dumbfounded, mouth agape. "Uh..."
Libby's deep brown eyes met his soft hazel, and she lifted a brow, "Your name?"
"Stiles." He paused, "Stilinski. Stiles Stilinski, that's- that is my name."
She looked him up and down and turned back to the field, "Well, that's a mouthful."
He didn't say anything, his gaze dancing between the field and her. "I'm Libby."
"I know, you're in my English."
"Yep." She popped the P and didn't speak again for a moment, watching Scott catch ball after ball.
"He's good." Libby tilted her head, letting the suspicion in her tone show, "Really good."
Stiles looked starstruck. He looked disbelieving. "Yeah... He is."
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Fight Till We Die
FanfictionLibby Hale is a werewolf. Suffice to say, life was never simple. When Libby and Derek find their way back to Beacon Hills, they come across threats they didn't know existed, make friends with people they never thought they'd find, and fight to surv...
