The Strawberry Blonde~~Lydia Martin

1.2.1

"How was it?" I ask as Danny and I get ready for practice. He smiles and bites his lip. "He's planning on taking me out on a date" He informs me. "Nice! I knew you had it in you. I didn't even have to be your wing-woman" I wave it off. "What about you and Stilinski?" He wonders. "The kid ditched me while I was talking to you. He apologized about it later of course but it still wasn't cool" I explain.

"I told you I wasn't big fan of him" Danny brings up and I shrug. "I saw you talking to Lydia though" He says. "Yeah, actually. She was taking care of me. Something about being Allison's sister. I don't know" I shrug. "Hmm. She's not really one to do something like that for someone." he tells me. Interesting.

Coach blows his whistle, signaling practice was starting. "Let's go! One-on-one's from up top! Jackson...take a long stick today" Coach tells Jackson as we all start lining up. Jackson grabs a long stick. "Atta boy" Coach nods. He blows the whistle as Jackson stands near the goal, getting in a ready position.

The first person in line scoops up the ball, running towards the goal but Jackson slams into him, stopping him from doing anything. More people go but Jackson easily holds them off. "That's how you do it, Jackson. That's how you do it" Coach calls out. "Greenberg, take a lap" He adds. The kid named Greenberg starts taking a lap. "What'd he do?" I wonder.

"Coach just hates Greenberg. Always has" The kid behind me shrugs. "Does he deserve it?" I ask. "Yeah." The kid nods. "Well, then I guess it doesn't matter" I shrug. The kid chuckles. "What's your name?" He wonders. "Alex." I answer. "I'm Matt" He smiles. "Nice to meet you, Matt" I shake his hand. "Faster, Greenberg!" Coach yells. I turn back around as I could see my turn coming up.

"McCall, what are you waiting for. Let's go." Coach calls out. Coach blows his whistle and Scott starts to run only to be stopped by Jackson. He hits the ground with a grunt. The kid in front of me flinches. Which I now realized was Stiles. Number 24. I was number 25. I used that number for everything. And according to SpongeBob and Patrick, it was better than 24.

"Hey, McCall. Hey, McCall!" Coach laughs as he heads over to Scott. Stiles glances back and notices me. Oh, Great. "Hey, Alex" He greets. "Stiles" I nod. "How are you?" He asks. "You know, I'm fine. What about you? Ditching more people at parties?" I ask. "Okay, I'm really sorry about that. It's just, Scott was sick and I had to take care of him" Stiles apologizes and I sigh. "I'm just messing with you, Stilinski. I get it. If Allison was sick I probably would've ditched you too" I tell him and he nods.

"McCall's gonna do it again! McCall's gonna do it again!" Coach calls out as Scott runs back to the front of the line. Coach blows the whistle and Scott starts running down the field. He slams right into Jackson, knocking him to the ground. Everyone cringes as Jackson rolls around on the ground, holding his shoulder in pain. Scott drops to his knees, holding his head.

Allison would kill me if I didn't check on the kid. As everyone surrounds Jackson I start to head towards Scott as I notice Stiles rush over to Scott in a panic. Before I can even make it over to the two though, Stiles is helping Scott up and running him off the field. I watch after the two confused. That was weird. I turn back to look at the crowd around Jackson.

Lydia rushes on to the field in worry. "Jackson!" She calls out, getting down beside him. Danny gets up from the ground standing beside me. "His shoulder is looking pretty bad" He sighs. "McCall seemed to hit him pretty hard" I comment and Danny nods in agreement. "Where did he go anyways?" Danny wonders, looking around. "Him and Stiles ran off" I shrug. "Well if Jackson's shoulder is really bad, he's the best chance we have at winning this thing." Danny sighs and I nod in agreement because, Scott was really good,

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"How was practice?" Allison asks as she flops down onto my bed, beside me. "It was okay. Your boyfriend messed up Jackson's shoulder though" I tell her. "I heard" She nods. "Hopefully Jackson will be okay for the game this weekend" I sigh. "Lydia was talking about people going out after the game." Allison brings up.