The Destinata (A Teen Wolf and Vampire Diaries FanFic)

Chapter Twenty-Six

Chapter Twenty-Six

 

~Raven’s POV~

It was about halfway through the game and the team was hurting, badly. There was this unnaturally huge guy taking everyone down. I flinched as he collided with one of our players, sending him flying through the air.

Coach was shouting as the ref blew the whistle, “Come on! Is that thing even a teenager? I want to see a birth certificate!”

I rolled my eyes and stood up, making my way over to Stiles on the bench. “A town full of supernatural beings and it’s a giant human teenager that brings us down?” He shot me an amused look, but it faded quickly. I sighed, “I’m gonna go on a limb here and say there’s still some tension between us.”

Stiles glared at me, but there wasn’t really any heat there, “You think?” He grumbled eventually.

“Look Stiles,” I said softly, “The things that happened? Us? It was too much too fast. You had unresolved feelings for Lydia an-”

I was cut off as coach walked up to the bench and sat down on the other side of Stiles, “Who or what is that genetic experiment gone wrong?”

Stiles seemed grateful for the change in subject, “Eddie Obomowitz, coach. They call him the ‘Abomination.’”

I scoffed quietly, “Oh that’s cute.”

It was then that Coach finally realized that I was there, “Raven? You realize that this bench is for players only right?”

I looked him straight in the eyes, “Yup.” Then I turned my eyes back to the game as if he hadn’t said anything.

He looked stricken for a minute before getting up and walking away, muttering, “Damn disrespecting teenagers.”

The game went on while Scott and Jackson started bickering on the field; I rolled my eyes and shot a sideways glance at Stiles. Allison had just gotten the keys from her grandpa, AKA the devil’s spawn. “That’s our cue.” I muttered, getting up, “Oh and, just so you know, that conversation isn’t over.”

I heard him sigh and get up a few minutes later to follow me. I waited by the parking lot for him while he got the keys. He came up seconds later and held up the keys, “Got ‘em.”

We started jogging for his office when we heard crying. Lydia sat sobbing in her car. He hesitated, looking back and forth between the school and her car. I shot him a look, “You have two minutes, go talk to her.”

He ran over to the window, “Hey Lydia, what wrong?” She glared at him before starting to roll up her window, “Lydia come o-”

“Go away,” She spat.

Stiles looked at her with something in his eyes that made me look away, flinching as my wound shocked me with pain, “What’s wrong?”

She wiped her eyes, “Look, I just don’t need anyone seeing me cry.”

He sighed, “Oh come on Lydia.” He rubbed his face and looked at her, “Look, You shouldn’t care if people see you cry, alright? Especially you.”

I gasped softly as more pain shot through me and I doubled over, grabbing onto a car for support.

Lydia looked up at him with a confused expression, “Why?”

“Because I think you look really beautiful when you cry.” Stiles said softly.

I eventually straightened up and looked over at them before starting to walk back towards the lacrosse field. As I went I sent Stiles a text. *Get looking. I’m going back to the field, Allison is headed your way.*