The Chance of Meeting You. (TeenWolfFanfic)

Wishing You Could Go Back In Time

I do not own Teen Wolf-

Chapter Fifteen.

-Two Weeks Later-

*Samantha's POV*

    I was getting ready to go to Jackson's lacrosse game, and I was pretty excited. I never realized how exciting a lacrosse game could really be. Jackson and I had gotten closer over these past couple of weeks, and I was really considering giving him a chance. But I couldn't shake Stiles out of my head, he was there and he wasn't leaving. It's like learning to ride a bike, you never really forget. I always think about Stiles, but if he doesn't want me and Jackson did then why keep trying. After that day at the cafeteria, I realized that he really didn't want to talk to me.

    I grabbed a large grey sweater and light jeans, and slid them onto my body. I straightened my hair, and sat down on my bed, tying my grey converse as I waited for Allison and Lydia to get here. I heard a car horn beep once, so I shut my light off and trotted down the stairs locking the front door behind me. I climbed in the back and we took of down the road, towards the school.

"So, how are things?" Allison asked me.

"Fine," I chuckled, "why?"

"Stiles is going to be here tonight." she grinned.

"Well he is part of the team." I said quietly.

"Whatever happened between the two of you?" Lydia turned around to face me.

"Oh, uhm, we just stopped talking." I said even quieter.

"Well start talking again, I've never seen him so miserable." Lydia frowned.

"What do you mean?" I leaned forward.

"Well he said that he l-" Lydia started before Allison shot her a dirty look.

"You should talk to him tonight." Allison looked at me in the rear view mirror.

"Yeah, last time I did that he practically ran away from me." I shook my head, remembering the memory.

"Well try again!" Allison and Lydia smiled.

    We got to the game just before the first whistle had been blown, we rushed towards the bleachers. Jackson gave me a small wave, making me blush a little. I looked down at the bench and saw Stiles, who was waving at a girl sitting on the other side of us. She had blonde hair and was wearing rather perky clothes. She grinned and stood up, waving back to him. I instantly felt a wave of jealousy take over me, I don't even know why. Stiles was no longer mine any more, there was no longer a reason that I should get jealous.

"Talk to him? Right." I muttered.

"He's just trying to make you jealous." Lydia, said not looking at me as if she wasn't talking to me.

"Who is that?" I asked her.

"That's Stiles' friend Heather, I guess they're pretty close but I didn't think close enough for her to come to one of his games." she was staring at Heather, with this weird expression on her face.

    I looked away again, looking down at my feet. I sighed because I didn't know that he could move on so fast. I felt someone looking at me from below, when I looked down I locked eyes with Stiles. He didn't look away immediately this time, so I gave him the fakest smile I had. I didn't want him to see that I was upset because she was here, I didn't want to be upset that she was here. The game started getting heated. Stiles got to get up and play for a bit because Danny got hit. He got the ball and ran down the field, it was as if he was running away from them all like a terrified child. He whipped the ball at the goal..and made it, leading us up to a tied game. I watched as Stiles winked at Heather, making her blush. My heart sank, and as did I. I sat down on the cold bleachers, and looked down again. We went to half time and I got a text from Scott, which was weird. I hadn't really talked to him since the whole 'werewolf' incident.