Skinny Love >> Stiles Stilinski [b.01]

Werewolves and Derek Hale, Oh my!

Disclaimer: I Don't Own Teen Wolf.. deep down we all wish we did.

Chapter Four

*Mia*

School had finally ended, I make my way up to the bleachers. Scott and Stiles had already changed into their Lacrosse equipment , they were having a conversation on the bench. I however as on a mission, searching for Allison. It wasn't to difficult to find her, seeing she was one of the many people seated on the bleachers. I spot afamiliar strawberry blonde sitting next to her. Lydia was no doubt here for Jackson. She's crazy in love with him.

It's like she's his own personal Cheerleader.

"Allison I see you met Lydia!" I say leering at them.

Allison's face lit up. "Hi Mia!

"I was wondering where you were. I was just telling Allison about the party on Friday." the strawberry blonde tells me excitedly twirling her hair around her finger.

I almost forgot about the party. Just another excuse for teenagers get drunk and act like nitwits.

"I can't come. It's family night on Fridays." Allison announced, she's so lying. It's understandable, parties weren't really my thing either.

Lydia pouted a little. "Are you sure you can't get out of it?"

"No, I'm sorry." the brunette frowned.

"Mia please tell my your still coming?"

"Of course, Lyds. I wouldn't miss it." I said faking enthusiasm. As I take a seat on the opposite side of Ali.

Let's just hope I didn't have to watch her and Jackson eat each other's faces off. Maybe. Stiles will ask me to hang with him.

" I hope you will have a date as well. It's kinda sad you don't have a boyfriend yet." she pointed out.

Allison had a shocked expression on her face, like she couldn't believe Lydia just said that. I simply just laughed at this."Ali you'll get used to it. She's known best for not having a filter."

" Speaking the truth is one of the many things I'm good at." Lydia told us.

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The rest of the players had emerged onto the field. Scott and Stiles turned around smiling up at me. I gave them a quick thumbs up. Stiles smirked at me again. Scott making puppy eyes at my brunette friend.

Like a kitten trying figure out bubbles and getting all excited and popping them. He's wasn't going to quit until she notices him.

"McCall!" Coach Finstock yelled, pulling Scotty out of his pie in the sky and back into reality.

Boy is he a mood killer. This man literally makes my skin crawl.

"Yes, Coach." Scott asked confused.

"You're in goal." He said, tossing goalie gear at Scott.

Crap. This is so not good! Scott and Stiles didn't practice goal once during summer break. All though It could be because I was reading or listening to music while they were practicing. I may not of noticed. Usually when I did I 'd laugh cause they'd messed up and failed.

Scott looked slightly terrified by this. Finstock gave him a soft smack on the cheek, before walking off and shouting things.

Scott strapped on his helmet, walking over into the goal.

As he shifted his shoulders back and forth, Allison broke the silence. "Who's that?"

"I'm not really sure who he is?" Lydia answered. Scott's eyes flickered over to us.