Right Place, Right Time // Stiles Stilinski

Chapter 10

Season 1, Episode 2- Second Chance at First Line

A couple of hours later at Beacon Hills High School...

I crept into the boys' locker room with the help of my dear friend, Stiles, someone I hope to be with one day. I would convince Scott not to play lacrosse tonight, but I know he won't take no as an answer so I'd have to leave it be, but I wanted to see how he was since he ran off in the middle of the woods this morning. Stiles and I slowly walked over to where Scott was preparing his gear that he was equipped with for the game tonight. Scott, however, caught us in the corner of his eye. "You guys gonna try and convince me not to play?" Scott questioned, a slight sigh slipping past his lips. "We just hope you know what you're doing." Stiles stated. "If I don't play, I lose first line and Allison." Scott pointed out. "Allison's not going anywhere. And it's one game that you really don't need to play." I spoke up. "I wanna play." Scott exclaimed, craning his neck in Stiles' and I's direction. "I wanna be on the team. I wanna go out with Allison. I want a semi freaking normal life. Do you get that?" Scott questioned, his tone slightly aggressive but stern. "I get it." I breathed out. Stiles heaved out a sigh and plopped down on the bench, whilst I preferred to stand up in this sticky situation. "Just try not to worry too much while you're okay there, okay? Or get too angry." I said, breaking the comfortable silence between us. "I got it." Scott answered. "Or stressed." Stiles added. "I got it." Scott answered, once again. "Don't think about Allison in the stands. Or that her fathers trying to kill you. Or that Derek's trying to kill you. Or the girl he killed. Or that you might kill someone." Stiles babbled on, as Scott turned to face his best friend with a 'what-the-hell' look upon his face. "If a hunter doesn't kill you first... I'm sorry. I'll stop." Stiles finished off. "Good luck." I heaved out a deep sigh.

The crowd roared with enthusiasm, ready for the first lacrosse game of this semester to start. Tonight, for the first lacrosse game I would ever experience, I wore an electric blue sweater that read 'pink' over my breasts with a white scarf wrapped loosely around my neck and I added the look with a pair of plain black leggings, and a pair of white high ankled combat boots. Since in my country, lacrosse isn't known there at all, my parents wanted to see why lacrosse is such a good sport since that is what I say when I watch the boys practising after school or at lunch time, and of course my brother tagged along as well. The home players prepared head gear and so did the opposing team that travelled all the way from a different school, somewhere here in Beacon Hills. Stiles, Scott and I trailed along the sidelines of the lacrosse field to where the boys would sit on the front bench before the game starts. Melissa, Scott's mother, waved over at her son. "Scott..." Lydia, my strawberry blonde friend, exclaimed before gripping his shirt and tugging him closer to her. "I just want you to remember one thing for tonight." Lydia added. Stiles and I casually walked away from Scott, and Lydia over to where Stiles had to sit for the night.

Ryan and my parents sat on the row right behind Stiles, so thankfully I would be able to lean forwards and say anything to him if I noticed if there was something wrong with Scott during the game, since we still feared that he'd most likely lash out and shift. I thought I'd sit with Stiles for a bit on the bench, till I went to sit behind him with my parents, and my brother. The referee blew the whistle a few minutes later and the players who were playing tonight raced onto the field ready to play. Stiles was nervously chewing his lacrosse gloves, till Sheriff Stilinski came along. "Hey, kid. Hey, Paige." Sheriff Stilinski greeted. "Hey Mr Stilinski." I greeted with a slight wave. "Hey." Stiles heaved out a deep sigh. "So, you think you'll see any action tonight?" Sheriff Stilinski questioned, patting his son's shoulder. "Action?" Stiles questioned. "Maybe." Stiles said, cautiously. "I'm going to sit with my parents and brother who are right behind us, okay?" I said, and Stiles nodded, to lost in his thoughts to answer with simple words.