Shatter Me > Scott McCall

One

Present day

Dread built up in Lacy's stomach as she walked through the dominant, wide doors. Every step she took seemed to drag behind her making her unwillingness for the days tasks become prominent in her demeanour. She was tired, exhausted even and being in her least favourite place in the entire world seemed to be a massive kick in her metaphorical balls.

School was the last thing on her mind after all she had put herself through over the course of her sophomore year, so walking through the doors seemed completely absurd to her and completely uncalled for; or at least that's what she told herself whenever she was presented with anything that used even the tiniest amount of brain power. She knew she had to be here wether she liked it or not, knowing that she needed to look after the two delinquents known as Stiles Stilinski and Scott McCall.

Arriving at her locker she began twisting the dial to her combination. After failing miserably several times the door swung open, thumping something hard as it did. Lacy cringed at the involuntary cry of pain the escaped the unfortunate students mouth. Hesitantly, she peeked round the door of her locker only to see pale skin, a buzz cut and a glare so cold it could have given her hypothermia.

With an awkward wave and a guilty expression she spoke:

"Hey Stiles, how's it going?" Lacy cringed at her own wording, wincing at the even colder look she was receiving.

"Oh I was having a decent day until one of my best friends tried to bash my brain out with a locker door." Stiles deadpanned with a slight twitch of his eye.

Lacy jerked her thumb in the direction of the door. "Maybe it just doesn't like you." She shrugged, trying to lighten the mood.

"I hate you." He stated seriously.

"Nope, you love me." The brunette retorted.

"Ew." Stiles replied with utter disgust plastered all over his face.

"You know what ew is backwards..." She paused. "We."

"Okay, okay whatever. Are you coming to tryouts today?" Stiles asked hopefully, although he already knew the answer. Since the beginning of sophomore year Lacy had made it her mission to avoid the McCall boy - ducking behind corners and leaving whenever he would walk by - so naturally Lacy coming to watch them at tryouts would be an anomaly to say the least.

With a small shake of her head she muttered a small 'no' before reaching into her open locker.

"Peanut butter cup?" She offered with a small smile.

Stiles swore in that moment that her eyes became bigger, almost daring him to say no, as if not accepting it would insult her in a horrific way - but Stiles knew the triple meaning behind those words: I'm sorry for hitting you and I'm really, really sorry about it and I'm avoiding the question so you will not receive a conclusive answer.

After a while of staring Lacy got tired of it and raised one eyebrow in return. "Why are you staring?"

Stiles looked taken aback, "me staring..." He gestured towards himself. "Nope. No staring here."

Lacy groaned in frustration. "Stiles you were staring so whatever you want to say, say it."

"Okay! Is this because of your 'I will avoid Scott at all costs' thing, 'cause if it is I'm done." He swept both arms across each other in one smooth motion, causing Lacy to roll her eyes.