𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐲 ▷ Stiles Stilinski¹

7|the right thing

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Chapter 7, yay!!

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With a whistle, the players ran onto the field, taking their positions. And of course, Stiles and Isaac sat on the bench, probably hoping that someone got injured so that they could play.

Not that they would purposely wish harm on anyone, but yeah.

The game began, and everyone completely ignored Scott. Even when he went to get the ball, Jackson barrelled into him, taking it for himself, and scoring the first point of the match.

"You're on the same team, you idiot!" I jumped up and yelled at Jackson.

Melissa grabbed my arm lightly and pulled me back down onto the seat.
I looked at Scott, to see him almost glaring at something in the crowd. Swivelling in my seat, I saw that Lydia and Allison were holding up a sign, which read: 'We Luv u Jackson'.

If they loved him that much, they wouldn't have made all those grammatical errors.

I looked to Mrs McCall, who nodded at me, getting me to stand with her and cheer for Beacon Hills. I didn't mind cheering for my school, but at that point, it also meant cheering for Jackson.

The game was at a minute and a half to go, and the score was five to three, and not in Beacon Hill's favour either. Stiles and Isaac remained on the bench, and Scott still hadn't caught the ball at all. I had seen Jackson pull in most of the team for a little huddle, which I could only conclude, that Scott's misfortune in that game, was due to Jackson.

No surprise that that jack-arse was behind this.

Scott was looking up in the bleachers once more, so I also decided to take a peek. This time, we were greeted by a sign, which claimed that: 'Jackson is #1!!'
Allison didn't look pleased at all.

I can also guarantee, that that is completely untrue.

The next play began, and the ball was thrown high into the air. Without a moment's notice, Scott was running and then jumping over a guy's head, to catch it.
The whole crowd and both teams were shocked to say the least. Scott manoeuvred and weaved his way down the field, Melissa jumping up and down and cheering beside me, before scoring a goal for his team.

The crowd went ballistic as everyone jumped up screaming, myself included. I looked back, to see an unhappy Lydia, which made me smile even more.

Coach walked down the side of the field, shouting to his team, "To McCall! Pass to McCall! To McCall!"

I decided I wanted to go and sit with Stiles for the remainder of the game, saying a quick 'bye' to Mrs. McCall.
"Scott's finally playing really well," I said.

Stiles nodded, chewing on his glove, too transfixed by the game.

Suddenly, Coach Finstock sat next to Stiles. "Did the opposing team just deliberately pass us the ball?"

He pulled the glove out from between his teeth. "Yes, I believe so, Coach."

"Interesting." He leant forward to see me on the other side of Stiles. "And what do you think you're doing on the player's bench, Winters?"