Teen Wolf Imagines

I'm not going anywhere - Brett

"I know you'll do great," you smiled, reaching forward and brushing a piece of grass off of Brett's shoulder.

He grinned down at you, watching you as you glanced around. "Front row?"

"Front row," you answered affirmatively. "You'll see me."

"Good." He leaned over and pressed his lips to your forehead before pulling away with a smile. "See you."

You nodded, a small smile on your lips. "Later."

As he jogged away to warm up with the rest of the team, you stayed by the sidelines, watching. After a moment, a member of the other team approached you, and you turned to greet him.

"Hi," he grinned through his helmet, flashing white teeth. "I'm Stiles."

You smiled politely. "Hi... (y/n)." You looked up at him expectantly, waiting for him to get to the point.

He tossed his lacrosse stick from hand to hand absently as he watched you. "I just noticed you over here and decided to come say hi."

"Well hello," you replied, turning your body away. You thought about a way to push him away gracefully. "Good luck in the game, I look forward to seeing my team beat you." Your voice was light, joking, but there was an undertone of seriousness.

He laughed, adjusting his helmet. "No offense, but they're not going to beat us."

You raised your eyebrows, turning back to face him straight on. "I don't think so."

He mimicked you, raising one eyebrow as he tilted his head to the side. He took a small step forward, moving closer to you slowly. He stopped when the front of his helmet was about an inch from your nose. You could see his eyes in detail now, the way they held a kind of confidence.

"I think so," he replied softly, meeting your eyes.

It was as if you were locked into staring at him; there was something about the boy that made it so you couldn't look away, couldn't move. Although you wanted to. Because you were with Brett, not this cocky jock from the rival team.

"No," you mumbled, still searing into his eyes.

"Excuse me," a voice came from behind you, and you immediately recognized it as Brett's. "Can we help you with something?"

Stiles leaned back in surprise, slightly startled by the sudden appearance. Brett's arm snaked around your waist and tugged you back towards him, and you gladly melted into his side, wrapping an arm around his torso and letting your cheek rest on his chest pad.

"We?" Stiles asked, narrowing his eyes.

"We," Brett answered, his voice cold and unappreciative. "She's with me."

You looked up at Stiles with a small nod. You could tell that he was annoyed, having been turned away by you and called out by your boyfriend. He let out a small snort.

"Have something to say?" Brett asked, cocking his head.

You glanced up at him, shaking your head with a small motion as your fingers tightened around his jersey. "Brett, no," you whispered.

Stiles raised his eyebrows, leaning on his stick. "Oh, nothing, just wondering why a girl like her would pick a guy like you."

You could feel the way Brett bristled with anger, instinctively shifting forward. Your grip on his jersey tightened, and you let yourself slide slightly more in front of him. You knew that if Stiles kept egging him on, this wasn't going to end well.

"Stop it," you hissed at Brett before looking to Stiles. "Get out of here."

He shook his head with another cocky laugh before meandering back to his team. Brett's shoulders heaved with angry breath, his cheeks pink. You turned back to him, resting your palms on his chest as you rolled up onto your tiptoes so that you were eye level with him.

"Hey," you whispered. "Look at me."

He shifted his eyes from Stiles back to you, and you nodded. "I'm not going anywhere, okay? I'm staying right here."

"He was all up on you," he huffed with irritation.

"I know, I know. But I'm all up on you," you answered, moving closer until your chests touched. "Got it?"

Brett's eyes flickered down before meeting your eyes once more.

"I'm yours. And some dick isn't going to change that." With that, you leaned forward, letting your lips brush over his.

A low hum came from his chest and he tilted his chin up, connecting your lips. His hands slid to your waist as he kissed you with a claiming vengeance. When he pulled away, you were both smiling, and as he went back to the field, you knew your words had been true; you weren't going anywhere anytime soon.