Welcome to Beacon Hills (Stiles Fanfiction)

Chapter Four- Lacrosse Practice

I was walking around the school as other classes went on while I had a free period. I was walking up and down the hallway, trying to kill time. Everyone was in their last class of the day while everyone who had a free last period like me were already in their cars heading back home. I was staying after because Lydia had told both Allison and me that there was a lacrosse practice after school and it was always 'open to the public'. She also said that she'd introduce us to some of the hot boys at our school instead of the guys like Scott and Stiles. I tried not to look at Allison when Lydia mentioned Scott while Allison tried not to look at me when Lydia mentioned Stiles.

I walked over to the vending machine and dropped in four quarters, choosing a Hershey's bar. I watched it dully as it fell down at the opening. I reached down and picked up the candy bar, sighing when I felt that the at had broken in half. As I was opening the wrapper and turned around I ran into someone, almost falling over for what seemed like the millionth time that day, but he had caught me before I slammed into the vending machine. I had my eyes closed and imagined that when I opened them I'd see Stiles smirking down at me. Instead, I saw the blond guy Lydia was holding hands with this morning. He had nice blue/green eyes and he was smiling down at me.

I stiffened in his hold, arching my back as I tried to regain balance on my feet. Jackson was standing inches away from me so I backed up as smoothly as possible. Jackson seemed to not notice (or chose to ignore) me backing up inches from the vending machine, and instead crossed his muscular arms against his chest, a friendly smile showing. I looked him up and down and noted how perfect he looked. His smile was adorable showing just enough teeth without looking shark like and his eyebrows were scrunched up, looking both worried and confident at the same time. Jackson looked perfect. But he also looked staged. Like he practiced all his poses in the mirror while flexing his muscles. He was fake.

"Hey," Jackson greeted lamely, leaning a bit closer to me. "I haven't seen you around here before. You new?"

"Um... Yeah... I, uh, just moved in yesterday," I nodded, stepping back against the vending machine as Jackson took another step forward, being quite bold. "I'm, uh, Amisa. Amisa Blu."

"Jackson," he grunted. "Captain of the lacrosse team, you know."

"Yeah, I know," I nodded, noticing how Jackson straightened up a bit, seeming proud that I knew that. "Lydia told me."

"Oh," Jackson quickly deflated, looking back behind him like suddenly talking to me by the vending machines was a crime. "Lydia told you, huh?"

"Yeah," I replied hesitantly. I relaxed as Jackson took a few steps back, still looking down the hall.

"I should go to class," Jackson muttered, looking over at me. "Bye, Amisa."

I nodded and watched as Jackson made his way down the hall and turned into some classroom. Once the door shut, I looked down at my Hershey's bar and sighed when I saw that the beginning of the bar was already melted.

I rolled my eyes and took a bite out of the candy bar, walking to the entrance. I pushed the door open and walked down the stairs to a nearby bench. I opened the wrapper even more and quickly finished the candy bar in less than five bites. As I was wiping my mouth I looked out at the parking lot, looking at everyone's cars. There was some kind of expensive sports car (a Porsche maybe?) and some others. There was an old blue jeep that looked like it was beyond repair. The doors looked rusted shut and looked like they were about to fall off. I looked out farther back in the parking lot and saw another black car that was small and obviously built for speed. I looked even more closely at the car and saw that there was someone in the car. He was in the farthest parking spot and he had his car on. The window was rolled down and the guy was facing straight out at me. He had his sunglasses on but I had a weird feeling that he was staring straight at me. I sat up straight on the bench as the car started to pull out I it's parking spot and made its way down the center of the lot, towards me. I got up off the bench and ran back to the school.

I relaxed only when I heard the school bell ring, the doors of the classrooms opening, letting in the remaining teenagers from their last class of the day. I stood up on my tiptoes and scanned the crowd for either Allison or Lydia. I spotted Allison talking to Scott and debated whether or not to go over there and join them. I wasn't going to until I spotted Jackson and Lydia walking in my direction. I quickly walked over to Allison and Scott and looked back over at Jackson and Lydia who walked past the three of us. When I looked back at Allison and Scott I realized they stopped talking.

"Oh, hey," I smiled at the two of them. "What's going on? How was your last class?"

"Boring. We got homework assigned but I completely missed the assignment," Allison smiled, rolling her eyes. "Thanks again, Scott."

"No problem, I got to go get ready for practice," Scott jammed his thumb over his shoulder. Allison nodded and watched him go.

"Did I just interrupt something?" I asked, groaning inwardly at my stupidness.

"No," Allison grumbled, bringing her books closer to her. "I just asked him about the homework then you showed up. Nothing important."

"Well, I'm sorry," I smiled. Together we walked out the doors and made out way over to the lacrosse field where some girls were already standing on the bleachers. "Where's Lydia?

"Over there," Allison pointed over to the end of the bleachers where Lydia stood, wrapping a scarf around her neck. Allison and I ran over to the red head who smiled over at us. "Hey," Allison sighed, all out of breath. "Sorry we're late."

"You guys are fine," Lydia smiled brightly as Allison and I took our seats on either side of her. "Jackson just got in the locker room a few minutes ago."

"Oh," I nodded. "So what exactly is lacrosse?"

"Like field hockey mixed in with baseball? I don't know," Lydia shook her head. "I just watch because of Jackson. Have either of you two met him yet?"

"I did during your guys's last class," I answered, not really wanting to go into detail. "He was nice."

"He's okay in the nice department," Lydia sighed. "He's so intense and very competitive."

I nodded as Allison squealed, "Here comes the team!"

I watched as the team, Jackson leading,ran out to the center of the field, getting into a huddle. The coach ran into the middle of the circle with a clipboard in hand and said a few words before dispersing the team. I watched as Scott jogged over to the goal and played around with his stick. I glanced over at Allison who was sitting at the edge of the metal seat. I spotted Stiles who was in the back of the line, looking over at Scott who was in a crouching position, ready for whoever was at the front of the line to throw the ball into the goal.

"Scott is horrible at lacrosse and he's usually third string and never plays," Lydia informed us.

I looked more closely at Scott and he looked almost fierce, like he was getting ready to pounce. He looked like an animal. The person in the front of the line took a few steps forward and released the ball. I could barely follow the ball as it headed towards the goal box. Scott leaned over to the left and snatched the ball with the net. Lydia froze in shock while Allison clapped profusely. I smiled and clapped along, ignoring Lydia's outbursts of shock.

Everyone in the line took a shot at the goal, none of them making it, until it was Jackson's turn. He shot the ball and Scott caught the ball easily. Jackson yelled, obviously pissed off, and took another shot. Lydia shook her head as Allison smiled from ear to ear.

I could tell Scott was smiling from where I was sitting. He looked over to where Allison was sitting and sort of puffed out his chest when he saw that Allison was smiling and cheering for him.

I was happy for Allison as I watched Scott glance at her every so often. The third or fourth time Scott looked over I noticed something weird. Scott's eyes were glowing. I looked up at the sky to see if it was a trick of the light but the sun was being blocked from a cloud. I looked back down at Scott who was being pulled away by Stiles.

Why the hell were Scott's eyes glowing?"