Demons - Stiles Stilinski (Teen Wolf)

Chapter 4: Lacrosse Practice

Classes ended for the day and the halls flooded with bodies dragging their feet lazily towards the parking lot. Allison and I battle our way through the crowds of exhausted teenagers towards her locker so she could get the books she needs for homework. Lydia struts towards us, fabulous as always, with a small smile on her lips. She looks at me and nods in approval of my new-found friendship with Allison.

"That jacket is absolutely killer. Where did you get it?" Lydia says slightly breathily at the start, maintaining her air-headed persona.

Allison shifted uncomfortably before replying, "My mom was a buyer in a boutique back in LA." Lydia's smile widens, and her small dimples showing.

Clapping her hands together Lydia exclaims in excitement, "And you are my new best friend."

I gasped in mock offence. "What am I then last year's Armani Shoes," I exclaimed overdramatically. Lydia and Allison laughed slightly at that before Jackson wrapped his arms around Lydia's waist kissing her cheek. I took that as my queue to leave to get my books. "I'll meet you on the field, I need to grab some books."

As I approach my locker I watch as Stiles and Scott were talking whilst leaning against their nearby lockers. Well, Stiles was talking, Scott was staring off into space in the general direction of the group I had just left, or more specifically, Allison Argent.

"How come 'New Girl's here all of five seconds and she's already hanging out with Lydia's clique," I hear the snarky voice of Harley. I was about to make a sarcastic remark in response, but I was beaten by the king of sarcasm himself.

"Because she's hot. Beautiful people herd together," he mutters slightly as if slightly resentful and longing.

"So, you think I'm hot, Stilinski," I decide to speak up and hoping to embarrass the adorable hyperactive nerd I call my best friend. He jumps as the sudden sound of my voice, Harley scoffs and tries to swing her hips as she struts off down the hall.

"I-I-I m-mean um eh um," Stiles stutters an adorable pink colour creeping up his neck and onto his cheeks. I giggle at his response.

"Stiles. I'm only joking don't get your panties in a bunch," I laugh at his face as he breathes a sigh of relief. I swing open the locker door grabbing some textbooks and my penny board. Smirking at Stiles I slam the locker door shut before strutting down the hall towards the lacrosse field my hips swinging subtly. Dramatically flinging the doors open I attract the attention of most of the lacrosse team and Coach with a slight smirk on my face.

Strutting towards the bleachers' Coach yells at me, "Lahey, stop distracting my team. I need their full attention on lacrosse." The obvious smile could be heard in his voice.

"I'll try Coach, but you know teenage boys. Who wouldn't want a piece of this? "I jokingly call back before seating myself next to an amused Allison and Lydia.

Lydia turns towards me expectantly. "I'm having a party this Friday, and you're coming," she asserts like she always does when throwing a party.

Apprehension and fear grips at my throat. "Lydia, I can't..." I begin, before swiftly being cut off.

"You've missed the last three. You can't spend every Friday night at home studying, or whatever it is that you do. Live a little," she smiles at me, innocent of what I actually spent the duration of the previous parties doing.

"I'll see. But I can't make any promises. You know what my dad's like," I force a smile, the word 'dad' feeling wrong of my tongue.

"But if you play, I'll have no one to talk to on the bench. Are you really going to do that to your best friend?" the faint yet unmistakable sound of Stiles' voice drifts towards us, the words broken a bit due to his panting from the exercise.