The Coach's Daughter

Chapter 9

Sugar - Terror Jr

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"Dad! I'm going out!" I yelled to my dad, grabbing my house key.

"Isn't there a curfew?" He asked, yelling back at me.

"Well, yes."

"Okay, have fun then!" He shouted.

"Thanks dad!" I smiled as I swung my little purse over my shoulder.

I didn't plan to be out long and was hoping I didn't see anyone I know. I was headed out to rent a movie. I was dressed in my favorite pair of sweatpants and an oversized sweatshirt, no makeup, and my hair in a messy bun. We lived on a lonely road and the movie rental place was right down the street. I spent most of my time there. I was on a first name basis with the owner and for extra cash I would work there. Over the summer while people were at the beach or traveling, I would be tucked away in a beanbag reading comics where the sun shone through the window just at the right angle for the pages to be lit up and clear to read. Today I just wanted to rent a movie so I could snuggle up in our old green couch with my fluffy gray blanket. My first thoughts were on Back to the Future, but I might want something more like Transformers.

I had my earbuds in. My head bobbed as my converses' scuffed against the ground. The cool, night air left my cheeks rosy, but it was refreshing all the same. I enjoyed little night walks like these, they always seemed to just wash my worries away. The similar neon lights came into view as I made my way through the parking lot. One last burst of wind whipped the stray hairs of my bun around my face before the warmth of the Video 2 star C surrounded me. I let out a sigh as the little bell on the door rung.

"Hey Jeremy! How's it going?" I waved to the owner.

"Mac," he nodded in greeting as he helped a single mom rent out a chick flick. Every Friday there was plenty of older women checking out sappy chick flicks with their tearstained sweatshirts and used tissues falling out of their pockets.

I searched aimlessly for about twenty minutes, not exactly sure of what I wanted. Eventually I ended up in the action section, looking through a countless number of marvel movies that I had seen millions of times. I still had my earbuds in and was in deep to the song as I read over multiple Superhero names.

I had to hold back a scream when I felt a hand on my shoulder. My hands covering my mouth as I jumped. I yanked my earbud out of my ear, it was Stiles Stilinski.

"Did I scare you?" He asked sarcastically a smile appearing on his face.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I had to stop myself from shouting at him. Before I let out a sigh.

"The same as you I guess?" He shrugged, "Well actually I'm here for DC not Marvel, but I'll try not to judge you."

"Excuse me. I happen to like both, but Marvel has a much larger variety of movies and Iron Man happens to be one of my all time favorite movies. I can not get enough of Robert Downey Jr." I giggled to myself, "but don't get me wrong DC is good too. I prefer reading the DC comics and watching the marvel movies."

"You read comics?" He asked. It must have come as a surprise, considering it isn't something most girls do in their free time. Actually, most kids living in this generation didn't read comics.

"How else am I supposed to spend my summers?" I asked as if it were obvious. I felt myself giggle before I froze and held my mouth shut. It was then that I realized I was standing in front of Stiles and I started blushing immediately. "Oh my god!"

"What is it?!" He asked worriedly.

"I just, I do not look good right now. Like more than usual, I'm in sweats and I'm not wearing makeup! I'm all oily and gross, it was nice talking to you, but I think I'm just gonna get my movie and go." I rushed grabbing the movie before he gently grabbed my arm. I turned back around to look back at him- "Stiles?"

"You have to remember, I've seen you without makeup before. But what I was going to say was, well um. Would you, um never mind... it's stupid." He stuttered letting go of my arm.

"Stiles." I encouraged him to ask anyway.

"Okay, fine. Do you, uh, wanna come over to watch a movie?" He asked quietly his eyes focused on his feet as his hands bounced off his hips nervously. "I mean, it's only because, well like the first time you stayed over- I felt like we both had a good time and we both like the same movies so I thought that it could be, you know fun and stuff. And actually if you wanted we could play some video games, but I know you probably won't want to stay too late, but you probably have plans anyway and who wants to spend their Friday night with me because- well just look at me." I let him ramble until he had to actually breathe.

"Depends what movie." I laughed shoving him playfully, totally ignoring everything else he said. He looked up at me with a glint in his eyes. I couldn't quite pin what he was feeling. It seemed like hope, as if I would turn down such an offer. He grabbed a bunch of movies from the action section laughing and then grabbed a horror movie while shooting me a wink.

"Should I also grab a chick flick, just for you?" He gave me a cheesy smile as we walked down the aisles.

"Please no" I shook my head rapidly.

"Getting Never Been Kissed anyway because I like it." He said as I face palmed.

"Is that considered a chick flick?" I tilted my head laughing at him, I couldn't help myself he was so hilarious (and adorable). "I think it is more of a classic than a chick flick." We ran up to the checkout throwing two packs of Reese's pieces along with our movies.

"You can't rent more than three movies at a time sir." Jeremy told Stiles monotonously.

"Give him a break, Jeremy. He's a good kid!" I came up next to Stiles at the counter to yell at Jeremy.

"You know Mac?" Jeremy asked Stiles.

"Well duh?" I spat as Stiles nodded slowly with confusion written all over his face.

"In that case, you're free of charge. You guys have fun and enjoy the rest of your night." He smiled handing Stiles a plastic bag full of movies. Stiles' eyes widened in shocked and I leant over the counter to hug Jeremy before taking Stiles' arm and dragging him out of the video store.

"How do you know that guy?" Stiles stared at me as the store door swung closed behind us. The night breeze ran up my spine.

"I practically live at that place. We're practically related," I laughed, he was still dumbfounded and that fact that he didn't spend a dime in there.

"You're truly amazing."

I blushed in response. I think the rosiness in my cheeks from the chill hid it though.

"So how'd you get here?" He asked, scanning the parking lot.

"I only live down the street, it's not that long of a walk." I shrugged rubbing my arms for warmth. Once again his eyes widened.

"You walked here, are you insane! At this time of night? Do you even know what kind of things are out there?" He was totally freaking out over nothing.

"Whoa, calm down. I've done this plenty of times, it's not like I'm going to be attacked by a vampire or werewolf." At the word 'werewolf' he tensed, but I ignored his odd behavior. "If anything, I'll be attacked by a squirrel. Those Beacon Hill rodents are sure scary."

"Yeah..." he laughed nervously. "Well, my jeep is right over here." He said pointing as I followed him over to the little blue piece of crap that he drives in. It amazed me that it actually ran still. I pulled myself up into the passenger seat.

"So, where's Scott on this lovely evening? I would've assumed that he would be here with you."

"First of all, Scott has horrible taste in movies, not to mention his taste in music." Stiles winced as we backed out of the parking lot. "Secondly, he's actually bowling with Allison. They're on a double date with Jackson and Lydia."

"Oh. Wow. That sounds fun." I told him sarcastically. "I love this song," I smiled turning up the volume. It earned a quick glance from Stiles, it planted a smile on his face before I started sing at the top of my lungs and he was singing under his breath.