Discovering Catwoman ▷ Stiles Stilinski [Book 2]

Chapter Thirty-Six>>

"Sometimes you wake up. Sometimes the fall kills you. And sometimes, when you fall, you fly."

― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 6: Fables and Reflections

Chapter Thirty-Six>>

The buzz of the game surrounded the area. Players were hyped, getting ready for the championship game while the crowd sat anxiously waiting. Stiles, Scott, and I sat on the bench nervously scanning the crowd. 

"I can't believe he's benching you. It's so unfair." I grumbled tossing my helmet on the ground.

Scott shrugged, depressed too. "I'm failing three classes. He says it's not his decision."

"Dammit." I huffed watching the white mushroom cloud of breath leave my lips.

"Your dads coming?" Scott questioned. 

I nodded along with Stiles. "He's sitting over there. Jenna's too." Stiles pointed to where the sheriff sat on the other side of Melissa while my dad occupied the other.

Scott's leg bounced nervously around. Still peering around the bleachers looking for someone. "Have you seen Allison?"

"No, not yet. Lydia?" I responded my leg joining Scott's rhythm in bouncing up and down next to each other. 

"No." He answered getting more nervous by the second.

Stiles leaned forward. "Do you know what's going on?"

A big exhale bursted from Scott's mouth. "Not yet."

Worry shone bright on Stiles's face. "It's going to be bad, isn't it? I mean, like people screaming, running for their lives, blood, killing, maiming kind of bad?" Reaching forward I pulled off my gloves, slipping my fingers through his and giving it a tight squeeze. 

He returned it glancing at me for a brief second before Scott gave his answer. "Look like it." Dread built in my chest, my stomach dropping like a sack of flower. I peek over at our parents. The smiles on their face as my dad tells another joke and their boisterous laughter that I would be able to hear without my supernatural abilities. What if that was all going to end tonight?

"Scott, the other night seeing my dad get hit over the head by Matt, you know, while I'm just lying there and I can't even move, watching Jenna be shot while she's laying right next to me, it just, I want to help, you know, but I can't do the things that you and Jenna can do, I can't ." He finished. I took my stare away from our parents to fully look at Stiles. Grief shone in his eyes, the dark maroon bags underneath of them bruising his pale skin. My hand reached up to cup his chin. 

"Baby, it's okay." My thumb rubbed back and forth in a soothing motion. He let out a breath onto my hand before replying.

"We're losing guys."

"What the hell are you talking about. Game hasn't even started yet." Coach's loud voice boomed behind us. My heart jumped out of my chest, causing me to drop my hand on Stiles's face and turn around to the vociferous man. "Felmore, butt on the field. Stilinski, put on your helmet and get out there. You're in for Greenburg."

"What? What happened to Greenburg?" Stiles questioned, whipping his head around to see if he could spot an injured Greenburg.

Coach chuckled. "What happened to Greenburg? He sucks. You suck slightly less."

Stiles looked like he was about ready to throw up. "I'm playing? On the field? With the team?"

Coach rolled his eyes. "Yes, unless you'd rather play with yourself."