ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ °Stiles Stilinski° Teen Wolf

∇sᴘᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ∇

🔻Melody🔻

I sit in the bleachers with Kira and Malia. I haven't talked to the werecoyote that much this past week but I'm not instigating any fights. I'm proud to say that I haven't lost control once this week. Scott's been teaching me a lot, slowly but surely and I think I'm getting the hang of it. Kira's holding a lacrosse stick and I look up to see Scott and Stiles talking.

Soon they start running around and doing wants supposedly normal. I could smell all their sweat and many others things that I couldn't name because I'm not that good at this yet. I watch Stiles run and can't help but feel a little sorry for him when I see him panting really badly.

"Come on, Stiles," I whisper as Finstock looks at him with disappointment as Stiles hits the grass. Scott comes over to him and pulls him up. Malia is writing something down in her notebook and I realize it's math. I'm about to try and make awkward small talk when the smell of anxiety reaches my nose, the source being Kira.

I turn to her and give her a concerned look. "Kira, what's wrong?"

"Me? Nothing."

"You reek of anxiety. What's wrong? What's going on?" She stares at me and I see she's still not used to me being a werewolf. "Scott and I sort of had this thing happen. But it wasn't much of a thing. And I'm starting to think it never was anything at all."

"Well, Kira, what do you want it to be?"

"More," she says resting her chin on the lacrosse stick. "Why don't you just talk to him?"

"I've been trying but he always seems to be busy. I've been trying to talk to him all day." I look back toward the field and see Stiles about to take a shot. I smile and it falters a little when the ball ends up in the goalies stick.

"At least you and Stiles seem to be getting along nicely," she says nodding to his flannel which is slightly a little too big for me. I found that if I ever started to lose control all I had to do was breathe in Stiles scent and it relaxes me. It may sound weird but if I close my eyes it actually feels like he's right beside me. And if it helps I'm not going to question it.

"Yeah, things are great. He makes me really happy."

"I'm glad," she says giving me a smile and I return it. I hear some scattered laughter and look up to see Scott missing almost every one of his shots. "Isn't the captain supposed to be one of the best players on the team?"

I turn and look at her. "Or good." I hear Finstock blow his whistle and Stiles and Scott move to goal. I watch as one of the players grabs the ball and rushes towards them. He manages to dodge Stiles only for Scott to swoop in and knock the stick out of his hands.

I hear Coach whoop. "That's my boys!" I smile and share a look with an excited Kira. "Yes!" There's another boy that steps up and it ends with him getting slammed by Stiles and his best friend. "Whoo! Go Stiles," I shout loudly and he glances over at me with a small smile. 

Malia seems to have relaxed and is smiling at the current violence taking place. Another player is blocked by them and Coach is getting a little bit too enthusiastic about boys demolishing each other. "That's how you do it! That's how it's done!"

Scott and Stiles do a chest bump but the force causes Stiles to hit the ground. I wince but laugh in slight amusement as he scrambles back up. "So, Melody have you and Stiles.... You know talked about where you stand relationship wise?"

"What do you mean?" I ask looking away from my favorite boy to look at her. "You know has he called you his girlfriend or anything like that?"

"Um, no. But we recently said I love you. So, I think that's a step in the right direction. Right? I mean did Scott say anything about it to you?" I ask feeling slight worry fill me. She immediately gets a guilty look on her face and shakes her head vigorously.