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warnings: slight language, seizures.
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Stiles
I was standing on the gym floor, huddled together with twenty other students, all waiting for their turn on the climbing wall. Great physical education this school has.
It was Scott's and Allison's turn on the wall. When they'd almost reached the top, Allison took her foot out and tripped (is that how you say it?) Scott. He fell down, the harness making him stop just above the mat. Scott let out a grunt of pain and closed his eyes. I would've been a bit worried for him if it wasn't for his supernatural healing and all.
"McCall, I don't know why, but your pain gives me a special kind of joy," said Coach, leaning down to the same level as Scott. I could hear Valerie chuckle from behind me. Looking over at her, I couldn't help to think about the last time I'd seen her in here. The night of the winter formal.
She'd asked me to dance, and I'd left her all alone. I had promised to come back but never did. She seemed to be pissed about it, still, cause she hadn't said a word to me since that night, which was very unusual for her. Normally, when she was particularly pissed at me, she would look at me with that fiery glare of hers, and be extra creative with her insults. But now she was ignoring me completely, even on lacrosse practices. It felt weird. I was so used to her always being there. She'd never been like this around me before. Then, I'd never really insulted her this way either. I did have a good excuse, though, being attacked by an evil alpha werewolf and all, but I couldn't exactly tell her that.
"Alright, next two!" said Coach after standing up and clearing his throat, looking over the crowd of students, trying to decide his next victims. "Stilinski, Erica, let's go!"
I went up to the wall and started strapping on my harness, but Erica didn't follow. I looked behind me: there stood Valerie with her hand on Erica's shoulder.
"Are you sure you wanna go?" she whispered. "You know you can pass if you want."
Erica nodded and Valerie reluctantly let go of her shoulder. Once Erica was strapped in, we began climbing the wall.
