Multi-Fandom One-Shots Part 2

Night Swings - Stydia (Teen Wolf)

The whole school was decorated with red and white. Our team songs were sang in the hallways, at any time. The excitement of the students was almost touchable.

The game was coming.

I loved the day before the games. I felt like a fucking superstar, with people calling my name, tapping me on the shoulder wherever I went to. For an entire week, the team ruled Beacon Hills High School. The game tomorrow was against Devonford Prep, the Cyclones' greatest adversary. If we won, great, the reign continues, everyone's happy. If we don't... Well. My life would just go back to normal.

I really enjoyed being on the lacrosse team. But being on the team doesn't mean you actually get to play. My position on the field was the bench. Sometimes I wasn't even sure if I knew how to play that shit of not, but still. I was on the team. I could enjoy being popular on the days after the games, and if we won, the days before the games. Except for these days, I was just Stiles Stilinski, the non-superstar.

Anyway, I threw smiles and winks while walking on the hallway the day before the game, and received smiles and winks, especially from the cheerleaders. One more thing a love about those days: I could get laid with a cheerleader. Non-superstar Stiles would die before that happens.

"Dude, we have to win this game," I said, leaning on my locker, after receiving a particularly provocative smile from Malia Tate, one of the hottest cheerleaders on the world.

Scott McCall, my best friend and one of the team's real stars, looked at me and followed my gaze to the girl across the hall. He smiled and shook his head. "You horn dog."

"Screw you," I said, turning around and unlocking my locker. "Don't tell me you're not dying to fuck one of these cheerleaders."

"Allison is not a cheerleader," he said, and I rolled my eyes. Scott had this massive crush on Allison Argent since she entered this school, four years ago. She should be very special, because Scott could have any girl he wanted, being one of the Cyclones star, and he choose her, the girl he could barely speak with.

All my thoughts were swept away when I heard her laugh. My heart skipped about twelve beats and I turned to face her without even thinking of it. She had her arm locked with Allison's, and leaned forward, laughing hard, looking beautiful as always. Her strawberry blonde hair was cascading down her shoulders. Her lips, covered with light red lipstick, were curled in a bright smile. I couldn't see them very well from where I was standing, but I knew how beautiful her green eyes were. The truth was I could tease Scott how much I wanted, I couldn't hide I had a massive crush on my own.

Lydia Martin.

"You're drowning," Scott said, snapping me out of me reveries.

"So are you," I say, because I knew he was doing the same as me, staring. "We are so fucked up."

"Oh, yeah."

"Man, we have to win this game."

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"GO CYCLONES!"

The night was cold; the sky was gray, buy nothing could cool the heat of the mad teenagers waiting for the game to begin. Our team's mascot, a wolf howling at the moon, was everywhere, along with our colors. I never got sick of the screams.

I turned my head, looking for Scott, and found him walking on the field with nobody else but Allison Argent. My lips curled in a small smile. They stop walking, but still talking, and she is laughing a lot. My smile grows when he leaned and kissed her. They kiss for almost a minute, and then she said something briefly, maybe wishing him good luck, gave him a peck and ran to the bleachers.