On Your Side [Teen Wolf Fan Fiction]

Chapter Twelve

   You would think I would get used to this cold weather of Beacon Hills, but I still freeze my butt off at every lacrosse game. Of course, I bring a jacket, but I'm not smart enough to wear a thick sweater instead of a thin one that is terrible at keeping me warm. Darla is the one that wears a flannel that keeps her warm in this weather. 

   "I told you to dress warmer." Darla scolds me on our way to the bleachers.

   I stop shivering. "What are you talking about? I'm not even cold." I brush it off like the cold doesn't even bother me. 

   Darla rolls her eyes. "Yeah, okay." 

   We stop in front of the bleachers and I see Darla glance back at Scott on the bench. We need to find a place to sit before the game starts the third quarter. Our plan was to arrive on time, but then my stomach started to growl even though we did eat a bunch of junk food, I wanted real food. We ended up going through a drive thru to make my stomach shut up. 

   "Oh, hey! There's Allison!" I point to my friend up in the bleachers.

   Darla quietly groans, "Or we could sit somewhere else."

   I stop and spin to look at her. "Why do you hate Allison?"

   "I don't." Darla sighs, pushing her hair back. "I just- Scott likes her and I like him. It's a stupid love triangle." 

   "You can't hate her just because Scott can't make up his mind." I cross my arms over my chest. "Besides, Allison is really nice. You two would probably get along great."

   Darla scrunches her face up. "Fine." 

   I beam, happily. One step at a time, we climb up the the bleachers to where Allison is sitting with her father and Lydia Martin. Darla trudges behind me. From the corner of my eye, I can see her trying not to scowl over the thought of sitting by Allison. Honestly, it would be wrong to hate Allison just because Scott likes both of them. He's the one that needs to pick already and he should pick Darla. No offense to Allison, but she just moved here, and I could totally see him with Darla more. 

   "Melanie!" Allison perks up when she sees me draw closer. "You made it!"

   I pull Darla down on the seat in front of them and spin around to talk to my friend. "Yeah, we would have been here on time, but I made her go through a drive thru. I was hungry." I point to Darla, who is currently staring out on the field instead of making eye contact with any of them. 

   Allison laces her fingers together. "That sounds like something you would do, Mel." She laughs. 

   Darla raises her eyebrows in my direction. "What?"

   I can't quite tell if that question is directed at Allison or me. That night after the party, Allison and I hung up in her room for quite some time just talking about our lives. We really bonded in those few hours. I don't let many people call me Mel, but I felt like Allison and I instantly connected as friends. I told her she could call me Mel, if she wanted to. Does Darla not like that or something?

   Darla hums. All of us focus our attention back on the field. Everything looks normal, except Scott is bent over, heavily breathing. Darla's hands fly to her mouth as the referree approaches him. What did we miss? Is he okay? The referree says something to Scott and continues to walk to the middle of the field. Someone on the other team backs away from Scott. What's going on?

   "Which one is Scott again?" Mr. Argent leans over to ask his daughter.

   Lydia answers first while glaring at Scott. "Number eleven. Otherwise known as the only one who hasn't caught a single ball this entire game."