Unspoken-Stydia.

7

The ball flew above the ground from being served by a pair of strong knuckles. It was a good serve.

" I got it! I got it! " he exclaimed ready to serve the ball back to the other team but it was heading somewhere higher above his head. He tried to reach for it but unfortunately fell to the edge. A few people saw what happened and cheered. They were pretty much mocking him. Most of the players laughed too.

A boy emerged from the water. His sable black hair damp and wet and so was his shirt. Luckily, he was wearing trunks. The moles on his face showed. He raised his eyelids showing his beautifully brownish yellow whiskey eyes. His T-shirt was white so his broad shoulders and buff body was evident. Seeing and hearing his surroundings, he chose to ignore them and get out of the water instead but when he was starting to rise from the water, someone offered a hand to him. Stiles looked up and saw a tanned boy with lowercased eyelids and brown chocolate eyes with uneven jawline but in general, he was good looking but he wasn't someone Stiles would bestow a good attitude to. Scott offered a hand to him with a smug look on his face. Stiles gave him a frown.

" Need a hand? " asked Scott.
" What the hell is your problem with me, dude? " Stiles squinted his eyes at the alpha.
He swatted Scott's hand away and got out the water by himself.
" I don't have a problem with you. I'm still trying to figure you out. Actually, I'm still trying to figure all of you out. " Scott said with a staid tone of the voice. Stiles gave him a solid look which Scott didn't notice.

" Hey, man! " Scott called some random guy and asked him to get the ball for them. He then turned around and started to walk away to continue their game, which was volleyball, by the way, but his attention was caught by the sound of Stiles' voice and Stiles' hand which grabbed his T-shirt. Scott was facing him again but this time with a puzzled look on his face.

" Scott. Can we just pick up the pieces here and tell me what the fuck your deal is? "
Scott roller his eyes with an annoyed sigh. " For the hundredth time, Stiles, it's a necessitated position. "

" You want us in your pack just for power? And what'll you do if one of us was in trouble? " Stiles squinted his eyes again at his alpha.

" I would do everything I can to save a member, a friend. " Scott answered genuinely. When he mentioned the word 'friend', Stiles made a straight face.

" Like I said, " Scott continued. " I need you guys. In fact, we all need each other. I'm pretty sure you guys have wondered about having an alpha before cause you know for sure that omegas never last long around here. "

Stiles exhaled and looked around awkwardly rubbed the area below his lips as a sign of discomfort and wishful thinking.

" I did it to save you guys, to save Lydia, Hayden. I did it to save my pack. Our pack, Stiles. "

Stiles looked at Scott.

" And I know you are aware of the consequences. I just thought you weren't stupid enough to think of me as the birdbrain around here. " Scott spat before he was going to leave Stiles there until, " Says the alpha who recruited four strangers into his pack. "

Stiles then walked away leaving Scott flabbergasted and wanting to retaliate.

As Stiles walked dripping from the lake water, he took his wet shirt off and ran a hand through his damp hair.

" Stiles, hey, man! " a younger boy approached him and panted since he had been running. Stiles welcomed the greeting and returned it politely.
" We're running out. " said the boy and he meant the drinks both alcoholic and nonalcoholic.
" A'ight, man. I'll bring them to you. " Stiles offered.
The boy gave Stiles a relieving smile. " Thanks, man. I owe you. " said the boy as he pat his back in a manly way.