The Coach's Daughter

Chapter 7

Never been to Spain - Jessica Hart

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Running a little late I jogged up to the field from the parking lot. I looked around seeing that everybody was here and marking that down. I didn't have to change the set up of the field or anything and that made me happy. I sat at the end of the bench when Stiles took a seat next to me.

"Why are you sitting here?" He asked simply staring at Scott as he was released from Lydia's grip. I furrowed my eyebrows at the scene but dismissed it. Scott came over to us bouncing a little bit.

"Well, hello to you too." I said sarcastically to Stiles as he turned to look back at me with an innocent smile. "And if you have to know my dad has made me the 'team manager' so la-dee-da-dee-da!"

"Does that mean I get to play this game!" He asked cheerily. I bit my lip. I did feel bad, but we just couldn't start off the season with someone who can't even scoop the ball into his net.

"Sorry Stiles, not to start the season. I'll try next time." I was chewing my lip as I looked down at the clipboard in front of me. "But Scott, I'm very happy that I won't be having to take you off of first line! Now get your ass out there!" I pointed towards the field before looking back at Stiles who was pouting.

"You promise I'll get to play?" He pleaded. His eyes were big and all puppy like.

"Maybe if you work extra hard at practice next week okay?" I asked rubbing his back a little. He rolled his eyes. "Stiles please." He ignored me.

I pulled out my phone to record some lacrosse stuff before the game started. Stiles all of a sudden wouldn't stop staring at me or my phone at least.

"You okay?" I asked tightening my ponytail and feeling insecure.

"Is that a wolf on your phone case?"

I flipped my hand around to look at my case to look at it knowing indeed it was a white wolf. It's mouth was open and I could almost hear the roar emitting from its mouth. "Yeah, why?" I asked looking back up at him.

"Why a wolf?" He interrogated completely ignoring my question.

"Maybe it's because I like wolves." I shrugged before sliding my phone into my back pocket. We turned our attention back to the game he was biting his nails nervously eyes focused on Scott. I pulled his arm down so he would stop biting his nails, but he then started to chew on the thumb of his lacrosse glove.

"Hey, kid!" Stiles' dad greeted coming up behind the two of us.

"Hey." Stiles replied pulling the glove away from his mouth. I smiled when his dad looked at me and gave a little wave.

"So, you think we'll see any action tonight?" He asked us.

"Action? Maybe." Stiles said. There was obviously something up with him and by the looks of it Scott too.

"Games are usually more fun with a little action." I smiled positively earning a smile back from Mr. Stilinski. He headed back to his seat in the bleachers.

"Down! Set!" and the game had started.

"Come on," Stiles was muttering under his breath as the team avoided passing to McCall.

Jackson made a goal and everybody in the stands besides Stiles jumped up to cheer.

"That's it Jackson! Get fired up! Fired up!" My dad yelled out pumping his fist. Stiles rolled his eyes. I sat back down jabbing him in the stomach with my elbow.

"Maybe Jackson isn't the nicest, but you're on the same team. Now show some spirit." I told him as he looked behind him totally ignoring my advisory. I followed his gaze to see Lydia and Allison holding up a sign that read, "We luv you Jackson!"

"Brutal." Stiles said. I rolled my eyes this time before he continued, "Oh, this is not gonna be good."

"Scott will make it, okay?" I told him as I doodled in my lacrosse notepad. Just as I said that Scott jogged over to a fairly empty place on the field and bent over breathing heavily. I jotted down his behavior curiously keeping an eye on him. Stiles started rubbing his neck oddly noticing Scott too.

"What's up?" I asked annoyed looking between the two of them.

"What do you mean?" Stiles furrowed his eyebrows turning his attention towards me.

"Stiles! I really don't want to play games right now. I want to watch one and I want my team to win. I know something is up with you and Scott and I want to know what it is." I poked my pen into his chest with the last few words.

"Mac, I want to tell you, but I'm not sure now is the right time." Stiles said rubbing my shoulder and turning back towards the field and bringing his glove back to his thin pink lips. I leaned back and groaned. Boys were so annoying and confusing. "Those cookies better be good." I mumbled before the boys started playing again.

"Down! Set!" Yelled the referee. The ball flew into the air. Scott jumped high into the air catching it leaving Stiles' jaw dropped and a smile on my face as I let out a small "whoop." He ran through the group of other players dodging each and every one of them as he cradled the ball and sent it flying into the other team's goal and passed the goalie. We all stood up cheering and I think I heard Melissa McCall the loudest. Stiles and I high fived as he kept cheering and my smile kept growing.

"And I still can't believe you're still on about the cookies." Stiles laughed.

"McCall! Pass to McCall!" My dad yelled to our team.

"Well, I want me some cookies." I laughed rubbing my stomach.

"I know! I should of never trusted Scott, he ate them all and now we have to make a whole new batch.

"Yeah, right." I smiled before sitting back down. Stiles followed suit.

"Set!" Called the referee again. The other team scooped up the ball. The player came face to face with Scott and threw the ball at him. My eyebrows furrowed as Stiles gnawed viciously on his glove before my dad leaned over the two of us.

"Did the opposing team just deliberately pass us the ball?" He asked earning a nod from me as I scribbled the odd behavior down in my notepad hoping it would lead to something.

"Yes, I believe so, coach." Stiles answered.

"Interesting." My dad nodded standing up straight.

Scott made another goal having the audience stand up and cheer once again. I laughed excitedly high fiving Stiles again.

"Goal! Yes! Yes!" Stiles and my dad were cheering on.

"There you go! Wha- Way to go, McCall!" My dad shouted out to Scott as the other coach and referee came to talk to my dad.

"The ball's in the net." My dad was telling them before he whistled signaling we got the point.

"Down! Set!" Was yelled out again. The game was tied and Scott was cradling the ball for the third time in a row tonight. He was surrounded by the opposing team. I swear I saw gold fill his eyes before he turned around. Stiles was standing muttering to himself as I silently prayed.

"YES!" Stiles lifted his arms up in victory, laughing. "Oh my god!" I jumped up wrapping my arms around him in a hug. I released him quickly not realizing what I had just done and running away towards my dad. I hugged him as well.

"I think this calls for a victory dinner?" My dad suggested wildly with a huge grin taking over his face. We had won the first game of the season and it was truly thrilling.

"Buffalo Wild Wings here we come!" I shouted with my arms raised high above my head.

"You're cute!" Stiles whispered as he brushed past me. I shook my head. I definitely heard him wrong he was in love with Lydia, but even then my heart still fluttered.