Poppy's POV
I was sitting in the bleachers watching my boyfriend practice for and up coming game. They didn't know I was watching them otherwise Scott and Stiles would've shooed me away. I knew why Stiles shooed me away it wa because he was terrible but I don't know Scott's problem he was great.
" hey Scott " I said while they were heading back to the changing rooms
" hey Poppy ... we're you here the whole time ?"
" nooooo ...." I didn't sound convincing
" don't lie to me !"
" fine obviously I was watching but what's the problem ?"
" n-nothing " he said and started to turn to go to the locker room
" tell me " I insisted
" it's just that ...."
" that ...... what ?"
" that you make me extremely nervous that I'll screw up and embarrass myself in front of you "
" pppppphhhhfff "
" what ?"
" I happy ?"
" why ?"
" now you know how I feel "
" what "
" being near you makes me a nervous , clumsy , uncoordinated mess and that's just you being near me I can't imagine you sitting and watching me play a sport , I see this as a taste of you own medicine "
" only you would say that "
" yeah only I would " he leant down and connected his lips with mine. Things were going great until .....
" Scott get changed !" Coach yelled
" we'll finish this later "
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Teen Wolf Preferences and Imagines ( Request are open )
Werewolfit's pretty self explanatory
