Sterek Library (a03 Edition)

The Night Of The Game

By bluebrownskies on a03

Mature content ahead

Stiles Stilinski long knew that he would sit yet another match out on the bench, yet he didn't mind it as much as his friend, Scott McCall thought he did. A part of Stilinski always loved just looking at the other players and how skilfully they played lacrosse. And even if the other part of him wanted to be out on the field and play, the first part was a lot stronger.

That, and Coach didn't actually want him on the field.

Stiles' friends, along with his Dad, all sat on the bleachers behind him, and the boy could tell that his Dad desperately hoped that his son would at least spend one match on the field instead of the benches.

"You ready?" asked Scott, before putting on his helmet and grabbing his stick.

"Well, it's not like I'm playing, is it?" curtly replied Stiles, but smiled at his best friend. "Good luck, not that you'll need it anyway."

"Thanks."

Scott didn't even object to what Stiles had said, since there was no way that Stiles would actually be let onto the field, even if all the other available somehow ended up injured. And yet even if Stiles was pretty offended at the thought of that, he knew that Coach didn't want his favorite member of the team to get injured.

Scott and all the other players of the Beacon Hills lacrosse team assumed their positions on the field. The whistle was blown, and the game started.

At the halftime, the other team was losing by one point, Derek Hale scoring two goals and Jackson Whittemore scoring one.

The first half of the second half passed when Stilinski heard groans come from the field. By then, he had mildly lost interest in the game and started playing with his laces, but the loud sound caught his attention.

"Fuck, Hale, you okay?" asked a player from the other team, helping the seemingly injured boy stand up on his feet.

"No, I think I sprained my ankle."

Stiles instinctively went onto the field along with some other of the benched players, and even if that was probably against lacrosse rules that nobody actually knew, the judge let it pass.

A medic came on the field and examined the ankle. "It's not broken or sprained, you just got a pretty bad hit, and I strongly suggest you get off the field if you want to play other games again this season."

Derek rolled his eyes but did as asked. Some other player replaced him and the game continued.

Hale sat down next to Stilinski and the two boys observed the game in silence, Derek obviously tense. "Stilinski," the latter mumbled.

"Yeah?"

"Can you help me get into the changing rooms?" asked Hale, then continued when he saw Stilinski's shocked expression. "I don't want to sound like a sissy, but I really don't want to injure myself."

"Yes, of course," answered Stiles, standing up and then helping his teammate do the same thing.

The two went to the locker room at an extremely slow pace. It took them a few minutes to get there, even though the distance was pretty short, and they didn't even stop once.

Derek thanked Stiles once they made it in there, then he proceeded to change. He took off his shoes and socks, then the rest and went into the showers, a towel wrapped around his waist. Stiles finally turned around once Hale was out of the view.

After a few minutes of silence, Stiles became alarmed for whatever reason. "You okay in there?"

He received no response, so he decided to check in.