Connection, Chapter 1. (Teen wolf.) (Stiles Stilinski Fan fiction.)

Abomination Part 3

Please know that I do not own the wonderfully amazing Teen Wolf but I did create the character Madison Hannah.

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        My conversation soured my mood for most of the morning but by having lunch with Lydia and Allison my mood went upward somewhat. We ended up spending most of the time talking about where I had gotten my newest pair of grey wool wedges, how much they cost and we went over almost every outfit that was acceptable to wear with them. Basically by the end Lydia had talked Allison and my ears off about the latest fashion trend. Although it was definitely a welcome conversation compared to some of the supernatural stuff that we've been dealing with recently.

        As lunch was drawing to a close Lydia came up with a suggestion about the three of us getting our nails done tomorrow, much to my dismay I was conned into being picked up by Lydia and Allison and getting our nails done at noon tomorrow.

        I knew that today was going to be a long day because on top of my mere two hours of sleep and school all day, today was Friday and that meant that tonight was Stiles and Scott's lacrosse game. 

        As I was grabbing my backpack out of my locker it dawned on me that this would be the first time since Lydia and I were attacked that I would be back on the lacrosse field. 

        It was clear that I was very conflicted while walking out to the field and I wasn't afraid to admit that I was scared not for my life but for my sanity. I wasn't sure that I could bare seeing the place that has caused me excruciating headaches and a series of other problems since that night.

        My feet continued moving because I was convinced that if I stopped moving for any reason that I wouldn't move again, I would turn around and wait at the jeep until the game was over. 

        In that moment of walking down the field to the bleachers, I evoked the memories of my feet as I kicked off my shoes so that I could run to Lydia faster, how the dew was just beginning to form again on the grass. How it was either the chilliness in the air or the premonition that something bad was just about to happen that let an ice cold feeling crawly up my spine.

        Finally as I looked just feet in front of me I saw the silver metal of the bleachers and then second I heard the voice of Mr. Agrent asking if I would like to sit with him and his family. I looked past Mr. Argent to see the rest of his living family sitting there until my eyes rested on Gerard. There was something in Gerard's eyes that made my stomach twist in tight knots and made my decision clear for me.

         "Uh-h, no. I mean no thank you, but I do appreciate the offer." I say as sincere as possible.

         I climbed up to the middle of the bleachers and sat down at the end of the bench away from the crowd, while grabbing my phone from my jeans I looked at myself in the dark screen. My eyes heavy with the secrets and pain that I've been enduring, and under my eyes dark circles were beginning to form the same as the were months ago as I was dealing with the death of my parents for the past few months.

        The sun began to go down and the overhead lights turned on the field which meant that the game was going to start sometime soon. My eyes focused on the players that were now walking onto the field, I took careful notice to pick out Stiles number 24 jersey from the crowd.

       I wasn't sure if it was a sign or if I was just making it up in my head but the number 24 had become a very important number in my life. The number of Stiles jersey. My birthday, August 24th. Lastly July 24th, the day that I found out my parents had died. It honestly freaked me out how just a number could represent some of the worst and best parts of my life.