IN MY BLOOD ➖ S. STILINSKI

ii | second chance at first line

       

THICK SMELL OF SWEAT
and nervous energy filtered into the room, and Scott wasn't the only one to notice it. Scott assumed most of it was his, especially after the night of his first full moon, and the fact that Allison's father was a hunter.

Scott leaned against the changing room hangers, both Stiles and Luke noticing when they were about to leave. "You trying to beam someone up, Scotty?" Luke chuckled nervously, stiff voice.

Scott snapped his gaze at Luke, before looking back at Stiles.
"Girl problems." Stiles said with a nod and a grin.

Luke nodded and ran out to the field, waving a hand to Lydia as he clung firmly to his stick. He passed Jackson, who gave him a firm pat on the back as they both headed into the field, Stiles behind them.
Jackson grabbed a long stick, as the other boys lined up.

Luke noticed Stiles behind him and looked over his shoulder, whispering "nervous, Stilinski?"

Stiles scoffed and watched as Scott ran into Jackson.

Coach Finstock began to mumble something to Scott, and from the smirk on Jackson's face Stiles could tell it wasn't a pleasant encouragement.

Scott treaded slowly back to the line, he took a few deep breaths before running full speed into Jackson, and collapsed on the ground.

Luke ran to Jackson, giving a quick guilty look to Scott who was already racing off the field with Stiles.
"Jackson," Luke said, attention fully on his friend in pain. "You want me to drive you to the emergency room?" He asked.

Danny agreed, helping Luke drag Jackson to his precious porche.

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Luke's day had been a total disaster. Not that anything happened - but maybe that was the problem. He had gotten to know Alison Argent, the girl who had stole Scott's heart, and was growing incredibly fond her.
He just felt it was nice to talk about boys and not get asked one million questions about when he'd hook up with someone - like Lydia did.

He was glad Lydia chose her as apart of the group, and even more so when she dropped him off at the hospital, just in time to visit Jackson.

He said goodbye to the brunette and walked in, hands in his pockets, and spied Stiles by the front desk.

The boy was trying to hard to get Lydia Martin's attention, even after the confession of not loving her any more.
Stiles had a different goal.

He still admired the young woman, he would nothing more then to be in her life, but not as a boyfriend.

Luke stood by and leaned against the desk, lips curling up as the boy started to stutter.

"Hey Lydia," Stiles tried to casually lean against the wall. "You probably don't remember me, I sit behind you in biology."

Luke noticed Lydia's ear piece and sighed. Of course, the one time Stiles was confident was the time she wouldn't be listening. Luke felt a little bad for the boy.

"Anyway, I always thought we had this kind of connection. Unspoken, of course, but I think we could be good friends-"

Lydia raised her hand before taking her ear piece out. "I'm sorry, I didn't catch any of that. Is it worth repeating?"

Luke huffed, his face scrunching up briefly before her dragged Stiles to the seats behind the wall.
Stiles sat with him, face flushed with the nervous energy still bouncing around him.

"Well that was painful." Stiles joked. Luke leaned back in his seat and winced as he agreed. "That, sweetheart, was a fucking car wreck."

Stiles looked at him dumbfounded.
"Your being mean again, have you had your coffee."

Luke just gasped and gave him a punch on the arm. The two chuckled again, and Stiles found himself a little thankful for Luke. He'd still be embarrassing himself if it weren't for the Arnold boy to keep him occupied.

It didn't take long until Luke could hear Lydia talking to Jackson again.
He watched, a little annoyed and disgusted, as Stiles watched the two kiss. He never enjoyed Lydia and Jackson making out, but he felt more annoyed now that Stiles was watching.

"Totally over her, huh?" He huffed.
He stood, ready to go home with the two lovebirds.
"If your not-"
"I am! Just annoyed that they do that in public."

Luke nodded, embarrassed that he sounded angry. He didn't mean for it to come across that way.

"Welcome to my life. See you at the game Stiles."

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Luke felt lucky, his father (Anthony) had managed to get the night off. He had been working hard on a recent case, which had been causing some strain on his relationship with Luke.
Despite Luke telling him he understood.

But he still felt like jumping for joy when he saw his father, his usual brooding expression gone and the man was actually smiling. He sat next to Chris Argent, the two mumbling to each other before laughing. Of course, Luke couldn't hear but he was grateful that his father was getting along so well.

Luke ran into the field and got into place.
He played well, not as good as Scott, but he had managed to score a goal in the first half which he deemed to be good. Especially since he ditched the first couple of practices.
He looked at Stiles, momentarily catching the boys eyes, and suddenly he was rammed onto the floor.

The crowed 'ooh'ed, but Luke still felt lucky.
He was fine, he was playing, and he was going to ignore Jackson's 'don't pass to McCall' rule.

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There was a thick smell of take out food and Luke's stomach immediately responded with a growl.
His dad held a bag, filled with Chinese food and urged Luke to the table.
They were silent for a while, Luke eating out the the plastic containers, spilling some of his muddy jersey.

His dad looked at him, feeling the pride fill his chest.
"You were great out there Luke."
His dad praised, he leaned over and tousled up Luke's light brown hair. Groaning as the kid wiped his sweaty forehead against his dads hand.

"Really? You are so grounded for that."

Luke let out a muffled laugh as he shovelled more spring rolls into his mouth.
"Nah, you love me."

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