fade #2 (Stiles Stilinski)

Chapter 13

I DO NOT OWN TEEN WOLF. Only Melanie and her plot lines.
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"Do you think this is actually, required?" I sighed with un-satisfaction, staring hopelessly at the enormous rock climbing wall before me. Hovering over the petite teenagers beneath in somewhat of a menacing manner.

Clambering upon this rock walk of despair was number two on a list of things I did not want to do today. Of course, death always happened to take the top spot, but that surely did not diminish my hopes for the object in front of my wallowing figure to clatter towards the ground.

Long story short, I desperately did not want to climb this stupid rock wall. Coach just thought it would be a splendid idea for teenagers to haul themselves up a huge hunk of plastic. I unfortunately would have to disagree on that statement. But, I presume everyone has their opinion.

I didn't mind heights. I just simply didn't want to compete against one of my insane competitive classmates. I hated competition. And being active. And associating with other human beings that did not fit into the friend category. Nor the toleration section.

The guys would adore the activity. For its their dream to see females in yoga pants climb up a fake mountain. They would enjoy the view, per say.

"What, you don't like rock climbing?" Laughed Stiles, tearing his eyes from the grey plastic and graciously handing me a large grin.

"No, I just don't want perverted guys staring at my rear-end."

"Don't worry about that, Mel. I'll make sure they avert their eyes," Stiles insisted, "unless they want to get their noses punched in."

Rolling my eyes with a small smile, I watched as Scott and Allison began to scamper about the unstable wall. Grimacing all while Scott about lost his footing.

"Hey, we may even be paired up together? Scott and Allison are."

"Like being chained up to a wall next to you will make connecting my face to the hard ground any better."

"You're face won't connect to the hard ground." Stiles chortled, "There's a mat there."

Staring at the boy in the utmost disbelief, I shook my head, "Wow. That makes me feel so much better."

I averted my gaze from Stiles, noticing Scott sprawled about the navy mat, and Allison confidently up at the top. Smirking at the werewolf with an astounding grin.

"Okay, Mitchell and Greenburg. You're up." Coach yelled solemnly, Stiles pressing his lips to my left cheek hastily.

"Go get em'."

Coach groaned, taking the clipboard clutched in between his fingers and slamming it again this thigh, "Keep the physical affection to yourself, Stilinski."

I pursed my lips to avoid any bubbling laughter from surfacing, quickly scrambling over towards the wall of plastic. Stiles' teeth clambering to his bottom lip throughout the process, "Noted."

Within no time, I was latched onto a harness. Both of my hands tightly grasping the multi coloured crevices. The anxiety I was feeling slowly retracting from my body, now nothing more than ready to beat this kid.