Sucked in. (Teen Wolf fan fiction)

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Time passed slowly but lunch time eventually came around and I was the first out of class. I walked into the office and signed out and walked out the double doors and got on my bike and rode to the closest store I knew. My idea was to get Coach a new whistle and hoped we could become friends.

I walked into the store and looked everywhere and found a whistle after 10 minutes. It was brown and it reminded me of his brown hair and eyes. I bought it and put it on a chain and wore it to school. I got back in time to go to my next class, chemistry.

I walked through the class door and sat down beside Stiles. "Where have you been?" He asked. I pulled the whistle out of my shirt to show it to him. He gave me a confused look and I mouthed 'Coach'. He still seemed confused but brushed it off.

I looked at the front of the class room and locked eyes with Mr. Harris. He cleared his throat after a few minutes. "I would give back your tests today but someone knocked into me this morning making me drop my papers that were in order and the classes mixed up. So i'll pass them out tomorrow." He said and when he said someone he looked at me.

After the last classes and the bell rang I followed Allison to the field to watch Scott practice for lacrosse. I sat down at the front and noticed Coach trying to use his fingers as a whistle but kept failing.

I stood up and walked up behind him and he didn't hear me. I tapped his shoulder making him jump. He spun around and stared down at me. I took the whistle off my neck and handed it to him. "You might want this." I said. He hesitantly took it and eyed it.

"How do I know you didn't use this before?" He asked. "I just got it today at lunch. I went to the store and bought it. For you." I whispered the last part. He put it around his neck but couldn't get the clasp. "Let me help you." I huffed and walked up behind him and fastened it.

"Thanks." He said. "No problem." I responded. I walked over to the bench I was sitting on and noticed a lacrosse stick. I wonder if I could play? I grabbed it and noticed the stick part was broke. I dug through my book bag and found green duck tape. I wrapped the whole stick in it and walked over to Coach.

"Hey Coach. Do ya think I could play?" I asked. He looked at me then at my lacrosse stick. "Where did you get that?" He asked. "It was broken under the bench and I just put duck tape around it. Green is my favourite colour." I explained. "I don't think girls can play." He responded.

Scott looked at me and I nudged my head towards Bobby and smirked at Scott and Scott understood. He pretended to try and pass it to someone on his team but it came hurling towards Bobby. Right when it was about to come in contact with his face I caught the ball.

He turned his head towards me. "Forget what I said a few minutes ago. Go out there and show me what you got. Play on Jackson's team." He said smiling at me.

I grabbed a helmet and padding and ran out on the field and stood next to Jackson. "Have you ever played before?" He asked laughing. "Nope." I said popping the 'p'. "Ok." He responded. My team has the ball and I was running on the opposite side of the field and when the guy that had the ball looked at me he passed it and I caught it easily.

I dodged people and jumped over them and I ran towards the net and made a shot and it went in. Everyone high fived me. When we got done practicing I was tired. I had to change in the bathroom instead of a locker room. One I changed I walked out then I remembered my detention.

I sped walked to his class room and hoped he was still here. I knocked on the door lightly and heard a 'come in'. I opened it and saw him grading papers. He looked up at me then at his watch. "If you were here on time you would have already left." He said.

"Sorry. I was caught up with... something." I said nervously. His jaw clenched when he heard my excuse. "Next time you have a make out session with your boyfriend start reminding him when you have detention." He said accusingly.

This made me slightly aggravated. "One, I don't have a boyfriend and two, I never had my first kiss nor boyfriend." I said with a little edge to my voice. His jaw unclenched and I could tell his eyes had widened and he was blushing a little.

He cleared his throat and picked up the papers and sat them on a desk in front of his. "Start sorting the papers." He said. I sat down and first put them into piles by class then alphabetical order. It took me about an hour to finish. When I finished I looked up at him and he was focused on a paper to notice me staring. Or thats what I thought.

I looked at his features and noticed he was even hotter in person then in pictures I have on my iPod. He has pretty blue eyes and shiny black hair. His glasses fitted perfectly on his face. Glasses, that reminded me of the conversation I had with THE Adam Fristoe.

He glanced up at me. "Stop staring, its rude." He said with a playful tone. "Sorry." I whispered and took out my iPod. They have wi-fi here! I got on twitter and noticed everything is the same, all my tweets, my profile even the tweets I had sent to Adam.

I hit the tweet button and I typed in Adams name and clicked on the right one. "Can I ask you something?" I hit tweet and a few minutes later I got a response. "Sure. What is it?" I smiled. He actually responded! "Would it sound weird if I told you i'm sitting right across from you?" I tweeted it and giggled a little.

Of course it is! I thought to myself. "What are you doing?" Mr. Harris said reaching for my iPod. I yanked my arm back. "Please don't take it. Its important. You wou-" I was cut off by the sound of my iPod telling me I have a notification. I looked at it. "Yes it would because i'm actually on my couch at home. How would that even be possible?" I read it and sighed.

I have a plan. "Mr. Harris." I said in a playful tone. "What do you want?" He asked apparently annoyed at my tone. "Will you take a picture with me?" I asked. He looked up at me and his right eye-brow was raised. "Why?" He asked. "Its important." I said without hesitating. He sighed and nodded his head.

I grabbed a chair and sat beside him and smiled and I got him to also smile. I took it and smiled at it. "I will always cherish this moment." I whispered. "Why?" He asked a little shocked at what I said. "I'll explain in a minute. You can't tell a soul! Promise?" "Promise." He said looking me in the eyes to let me know he wasn't kidding.

I put my finger up in the one minute motion. I got back on twitter and pulled Adams name up. "This is why." I typed in and sent him the pic. I looked at Adrian and sighed. "Your not... your not real." I said. "What are you talking about? I'm as real as you!" He said confusingly.

"No, Adam, I mean, Mr. Harris. You're fictional, from a television show called Teen Wolf. You have to believe me." I explained. He glared. "If this is some trick its not funny and whose Adam?" He said coldly. "Its not! I have proof also Adam is an actor." I pulled up pictures of him and scrolled through them.

He looked shocked. "You're telling the truth." He said. A notification popped up. I clicked on it and it was from Adam. "That got to be real but I don't remember ever meeting you and the board behind you tells me your at a school." I read it. "I never really met you just your character, Adrian Harris." I sent the message.

"Who are you talking to?" Adrian asked. "Adam Fristoe. He plays you." I responded. I looked up at him and noticed how close we are. We started to lean in when-

*Cliff hanger!! I hope you like it. BTW the glasses passage is true. I had a small conversation with THE Adam Fristoe about glasses. Lame I know but it happened, twice. I also got acting advice from him! 💗😍*