Me Too (completed)

Chapter seven

"So Drew...?"
"Stiles." Lydia spoke in a warning tone. The freshman hadn't done anything wrong, only accused her of dating her best friend. Even after she had explained that, Stiles was still willing to kick his ass. She took a seat on one of the metal bleachers and he set down his lacrosse gear next to her.
"Forty minutes. Forty-five, tops." He promised practice wouldn't last that long. She brushed it off, saying she had to do some homework anyway.

This caused him to frown slightly as he walked to the field. Not that he wanted to impress her or anything but he was first string this year and she hadn't seen him play yet. He tried to brush it off upon reaching Scott, knowing the disappointment would show on his face.
"What's with you?" He had asked anyways and Stiles shook his head, glancing back at Lydia.
"Hey, have you seen Drew?"

Scott nodded his head in the direction of the boy before questioning his best friends motives. Nothing, Stiles said, it was nothing he needed to worry about. Suddenly, coaches whistle was in their ears as he yelled for the boys to take a lap then spread out on the field.
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Allison joined her halfway through drills and just as Lydia had finished her homework. The two greeted each other with smiles and small talk about the assignments she had just finished before moving on to the topic of lacrosse. Scott this, Stiles that, blah blah blah, until finally they had begun to watch the boys.

They were being assigned shirts and skins now.

Stiles raised his hand. "Coach, I don't see this as appropriate given the aggressiveness of lacrosse."
"Even if you had spoken English, Bilinski, I wouldn't have cared. Skin." Coach blows his whistle right in Stiles' face causing the rest of the boys to laugh as Finstock walks off.
"It's Stilinski... With an S!" Honestly, this man had known him since freshman year.

Speaking of freshman: " afraid to show you've been snacking on the Doritos this summer?" A trio of fish chuckle before taking off their own shirts. Flat, Stiles concluded, no dips or sharp edges and he internally cackled. Scoffing, the boy pulled off his own jersey and looked down at his abdomen as is he hadn't noticed it was there before.
"Nah, I think I'm good." He nodded. Muscle.

He could see Scott chuckle from the corner of his eye and gave a friendly shrug. What? He was innocent! Even as the two walked over to the bleachers he continued his search for Drew. It was almost as if he'd purposely skipped practice cause he knew his ass would be pummeled.

Lydia held her breath.
"Be a doll and hold this for me." Stiles attempted an english accent, throwing his jersey on her lap and ignoring the way Scott dipped down to kiss Allison.
"Skin, huh?" The strawberry blonde tried.
He nodded. "Yeah. the best part is I'm a porcelain baby and the sun hates me."

Lydia laughed at him as he ran away with Scott again leaving the girls to their thoughts and conversations about whatever the hell girls talked about.

Allison watches as they begin the game and had started to notice the little glances. Stiles made a goal? He looked to see if Lydia had seen. He pummeled a sophomore? A glance at the girl. It was sweet, Allison thought, because somehow she knew there might be something more.
"I don't think you've noticed before but...you should see the way he looks at you sometimes." The brunette smiles cheekily at Lydia.
"What do you mean?"
"Like you're all of the sunshine in his summer." She explains.

Both girls look to the field just as Stiles shot another goal. He looked to the bleachers, waved a little to which they waved back. Lydia cleared her throat, changed the subject. "He's going to be good this season."
Allison sighs. "Yeah, and he's definitely making sure you know that..."

Stiles tore his gaze from the girls to the boy rounding the bleachers. He was late but that didn't faze Stiles' feelings towards him in the least. Drew. It was as if the freshman already knew, quickly passing by Lydia with his head down low in order to set his gear down with the others. And maybe the boy was praying no one noticed him, but Stiles had already locked him down like a target.

Just as one might mental make a grocery list, Stiles made a list of ways to injure the poor kid. Even though he knew it wasn't morally right seeing as Lydia hadn't told him precisely what he'd done. But he'd made her cry and that was enough for Stiles. They took their positions just as coach smacked Drew up the head for being late and told him he'd be a shirt. Bingo.

It was the exact thing Stiles had been hoping for; a free ticket to smash into the enemy. The whistle blew and Stiles hadn't even paid attention to where the ball was going, instead locking in his vision on Drew and heading straight towards the boy in a dead on sprint. Lydia cursed under her breath, seeing his path. And just like that–SMASH. The whistle blew again and the freshman was on the ground in loud cries of pain. Some of the other players whispered, swearing they heard a crack, but as far as coach could tell he'd only gotten the wind knocked out of him.
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Authors note:

Early morning update cause I don't have school today!!
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-Chloe