Moonlight Tryst ✖︎ Teen Wolf

O R I G I N A L S

Stiles walked into my room early in the morning awakening me as he shook me violently. I tugged the blankets up and over my head as he proceeded to jump up and down on the edge of the bed.

"Eve!" he shouted in my ear as I grumbled out incoherent words.

"What?" I mumbled, followed by multiple profanities as he kicked me over the side of the bed.

"You should come to Lacrosse practice after school, remember we always used to play as kids," I nodded mumbling 'Mhmm,' "Well it's after school at half-past three, I would really like you to come," 'Mhmm,' I mumbled as I turned over.

Yawning into my pillow that I had dragged down alongside me as I heard him bound the steps two at a time. I groaned as I sat up rubbing my eyes. I paused, blinking slowly as I cautiously pulled a stick from my hair. Shaking my head I fell back to the wooden floor with a contempt sigh to continue sleeping.

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I pulled on my black lace-up combat boots, tucking my acid wash black ripped skinny jeans in before slipping on my worn out leather jacket over top of a white loose fitting tee. My lips tilted upwards towards my Honda CDR motorcycle that waited patiently. Reviving the engine I took off; along the main street, my black hair tucked into my black Duke Matte helmet. I overtook a black window tinted Camaro, the car trailing behind me as I arrived at the school, subconsciously I touched the bite mark as I hopped off of my bike. Walking out onto the familiar pitch I sat next to Stiles on the bench my helmet in hands as I smirked at him, "Hello, Mr. Bench-Warmer," I said with a tilt of my head, he rolled his eyes.

I looked around, my eyes landing on a familiar car as it pulled into the parking lot, I watched curiously as the door opened revealing a handsome face. I averted my eyes back to the field as Scott was pushed towards the goal. Raising my eyebrows I looked at Stiles, "Uh, is Scott often put in goal?" I questioned, only to receive a frantic shake of the head from Stiles. I glanced sidewards at the good looking stranger as he stood beside the stands, his gaze firmly rested on Scott.

I stood, placing my helmet besides Stiles before making my way to Coach Finstock an old family friend. "Hey, Bobby," I said a smirk on my face as he turned,"Evelyn, why aren't you on the field," he threw a lacrosse stick my way, which I caught one-handed. I headed out, removing my leather jacket, and cutting off a player, I ran forward. Scott seemed determined as he stood centered in the middle of the goal, I leapt upwards bringing the lacrosse stick downwards in an arc-like movement, swinging the ball outwards into the corner of the goal. The ball flew with such velocity that it broke through the netting of his stick. I stood arms crossed as I smirked at Scott, he just smiled lightly as he awaited the next players. I strolled over to Stiles, my black hair trailing behind me as I sneered at Bobby throwing the stick at his feet.

"Your players are like little girls that have just fallen in love for the first time, stupid and tragic as all hell." I clapped him on the back as he continued to gape at me. "I love Finstock, you are like the father I never had, and at the same time kind of like a mother."

Finstock frowned in confusion, "Does that make me a transgender," I snort licking my lips, "Sure thing buddy?" Bobby rubbed his chin thoughtfully as I strode towards Stiles, picking my helmet up I laughed at his expression,

"I'll see you at home, Sti," my lips tilted upwards apologetically and his expression immediately swapped to worry, "Where're you going?" he asked urgently, as he gripped my arm. I shrugged, "I have to resolve conflicts in Mystic Falls," he frowned.