Most are all of Stiles Stilinski but I did throw in a couple of surprises so please enjoy:)
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Is it bad that I don't remember if wrote one like this before ? 😬
Shivering on the cold bench, watching one of my best friends play lacrosse while a killer kanima is on the loose is definitely not how I wanted to spend my Friday night.
But the thing is, Scott isn't the one playing tonight.
Coach is making Stiles play and I couldn't be more proud.
The problem is though... he drops the ball every time he gets it.
"Maybe this is why Coach never lets him play?" Lydia questions quietly and I agree.
Suddenly, the ball rolls towards his feet and I jump up. Stiles stands there, staring right at it.
"Shoot it!" I yell. This seems to snap him out of his trance and he quickly picks it up and chucks it into the goal.
"Oh my gosh. Go Stiles!!!" Lydia and I cheer.
Shot after shot, he makes a goal.
The buzzer goes off, signaling the end of the game.
"He did it!" Mr. Stilinski yells. "That's my son!!"
All of a sudden, the lights of the stadium turn off and people start screaming.
They turn back on and everyone looks around, confused.
I look at the field and gasp when I see a body laying on the ground.
"Jackson?" Lydia says before running down the bleachers.
"Lydia! Wait!" I reach her as she's crying over Jackson's body.
"Oh my God." Lydia whimpers.
"He did it to himself." I hear Mrs. McCall quietly say to Scott.
"Hey y/n?" I turn and see Mr. Stilinski with a worried look on his face. "Have you seen Stiles?" I shake my head.
He starts yelling out. "Where's Stiles? Where's my son?" He starts asking random people.
I start to panic. "Stiles?!" I try.
"Where the hell is my son?!"
•••
The paramedics took Jackson's body away and Lydia went home, probably to mourn.
My mind is numb. Somebody took Stiles and I can't do anything.
"We'll figure this out, y/n. We always do." Scott reassures me.
"I'm here for you guys, too." Isaac gives me a small smile.
I feel a presence walk up to us so I lift my head.
"I've got to meet with the medical examiner and try to figure out what happened with Jackson." Mr. Stilinski sighs. "I've got an APB out on Stiles. His Jeep is still in the parking lot, so that means-" He shakes his head. "-I don't know what that means."
