I woke up leant against the same wall with my knuckles covered in dry blood and still in my bra.
Crap.
I sprinted towards the school getting many stares at my little clothing. I burst through the doors
"CARRY ON WITH LIFE" I scream at the boys with there jaws slacked and eyes popping out there heads. I run round the corner and smash into Lydia who was surrounded by everyone. I bend over and begin to breath heavily. Everyone was looking at me with confused looks
"MISS HERD!!" Coach Finstock hollered grabbing my arm and pulling me from the group. He doesnt even slam the door he openly shouts "WHERE THE HECK ARE YOUR CLOTHES?" i bite the inside of my cheek to stop a laugh from rising up my throat. Stiles rushes in taking his checked shirt off and wrapping it over my shoulders
"This ones mine" he says pulling me out the office.
He said i was his.
I begin to smirk as i push the shirt onto my arms and I button it up.
"Thanks Stiles" i laugh and he nudges me and shrugs
"Its okay" we turn the corner and join the others who were all still laughing
"Where did you go?" Lydia asks , i look down at my hands and realise they were still covered in dry blood. I try hide them but Allison grabs them and holds them in hers
"What happened? Who did this?" I gulp down as the rest of the group fall silent to listen to my answer.
"WHO?" Stiles says deeper stepping forward
"I did it myself , okay , i got angry and hit a wall a few times" i look down at my feet then back at Scott who whispers
"Shes not lying" i guessed he could smell if i was. Scott nods for Stiles to put his arm round me "we'll go wash them with you" Scott says leading me towards the bathroom. Stiles rubs my knuckles in the cold water.
"Why'd you do it?" Stiles whispers as Scott paces behind us
"I-I-"
"Why did you do it Blue , stop lying" Scott says sharply taking me a little by suprise
"Because i felt alone" i sighed
"You've got us" Scott shoots back
"ITS DIFFERENT SCOTT, YOU WONT EVER UNDERSTAND" I say back my lip starting to tremble. Stiles looks up.
"I do understand" Scott whimpers
"NO YOU DONT , NOBODY EVER DOES" I say sucking the inside of my cheek
"Dude just stop it" Stiles says towards Scott
"Im alone , but i choose to. Theres always a reason behind everything. You wont ever understand until i tell you the full story, i dont want to tell you just yet" my voice had lowered again and Stiles had stopped rubbing my knuckles to look at me.
"Im sorry-" Scott says but i shrug
"Im used to it" i lie beginning to rub my knuckles myself. I look from the sink , to Stiles , to scott "can you teach me to play lacrosse?" I ask. The boys heads shoot up and they begin to shake there heads
"We cant do it ourselves nevermind help someone else" Scott chuckles finally sitting down on the toilet seat
"Please" i plead
"Okay i can try" Stiles answers
"I cant today" Scott says
"I can! Before the game i can help you , sound good?" Stiles madly nods
"Sure , something to keep me busy oh- and thanks for the shirt again" i smile before leaving the bathroom. I dont know why i had randomly asked them to teach me lacrosse ... i guessed that i was just longing for something to do with someone , plus i hadnt played since the day before i was taken- when i was hopelessly teaching the person now teaching me.
♤
"So are you watching us tonight?" Stiles asks resting his stick on his shoulder
"Yeah i kinda have too" i laugh as we wind through the stray students towards the pitch.
"Have you played anything before?" He chuckles handing me the stick
"I used to be okay at lacrosse but im better at soccer" i lie tieing my hair in a high pony tail and biting my lip as i twiddle the stick in my hand. Stiles had been talking for a while now about how to pick it up and shoot it and somehow i had gotten lost in his words.
Everything but his lips were blurred.
"-You got all of that?" Stiles says and i look up
"Uhm...Yeah" i cough grabbing the stick. I knew i could probably still play it better than Stiles so to save him from feeling down I 'accidentally' miss the ball.
"Come here" he says coming behind me and holding the stick.
Wow could this get any more clichè ?
He swings my arm and the ball hits the back of the net "see ... i didnt even do anything" he whispers against my ear.
ABORT HANNA,
ABORT BLUE,
ABORT.
"I think i've got it" i wink before smirking and getting every shot in the net.
"I..I t...think you've got it t...too" he stutters his jaw slacked. I wink towards him , sucking in my lip.
"Why do you do that?" Stiles asks
"Do what?" I said biting the inside of my cheek "why do i do what, Stiles?" I ask knitting my eyebrows together and stepping closer to him, my hands on my hips.
"Y-you b-bite your l-lip" he looks down at his feet . My hand shoots up to my mouth as i touch my lip
"I do?" I ask
"You do" he says with a small smile. The coaches whistle pierces through the air and i look towards Bobby madly noting stuff on his board.
"Whad'up Coach?" Stiles says running for a high five , coach disses him and he plays it off by running his hand through his hair.
"Good luck, Stilinski" i smirk as i pass him rubbing my arm against his. I head towards the bleachers as the rest of the team jog towards the pitch. 10 minutes of dreamly watching the guys shirtlessly warm up, i am snapped into reality by Allison.
"Im guessing youve been here for a while?" She laughs taking a seat and pulling her hat further onto her head. The coach had called everyone into a huddle
"Do you see Scott?" I whisper to Allison and she shakes her head
"Hes never late" Allison barely says
"Shit" i mutter. I clamber over the benches to where Stiles is sat
"Scott?" I whisper in his ear and he jumps out his skin, his hand finds its way to my thigh.
"No idea" he breaths. Just then Scott sprints towards us
"So we have a slight problem?" Scott says
"And that is?" Stiles says standing up taking me with him
"Mr Ward seems to have gotten a knew job-" Scott says pointing towards the opposing team, Devonford prep,
"Why is jake playing for them ? Thats against the rules because he goes to our school!" I say and i feel Stiles body tense and i find myself hugging him into my side. Scott reaches to comfort him but Coach shouts him onto the pitch
"Listen-" i say grabbing Stiles face and lining his eyes with mine , a tear escapes his eye "-no , no dont cry" i say wiping away his tear and pulling him into a full on hug. His body relaxes in my arms and i slightly tug on the back of his hair
"Stilinski , your on" Bobby hollers. Stiles pulls away from me bewildered
"Kill 'em" i whisper before letting his slip through my fingers and onto the pitch
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