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no pulse

no pulse - chapter sixteen

rosie

I sat on the bench with Stiles and Scott.

"Your dad coming?" Scott asked.

"Yeah, he's already here." Stiles answered, pointing at his father, who was sitting next to Melissa.

"You seen Allison?" Scott asked.

"No, you seen Lydia?" I mumbled

"Not yet."

"You know what's going on?" Stiles asked.

Scott exhales. "Not yet."

"It's going to be bad, isn't it?" Stiles asked him, holding my hand. "I mean, like people screaming, running for their lives, blood, killing, maiming kind of bad?"

Scott looked at us. "Looks like it."

"Scott, the other night seeing my dad and my girlfriend get hit over the head by Matt, you know, while I'm just lying there and I can't even move, it just---I want to help, you know, but I can't do the things that you could do..... I can't..." Stiles shook his head.

"Stiles..." I squeezed his hand.

"It's okay." Scott said.

"We're losing." Stiles said.

"The hell are you talking about?" My father yelled, and we looked at him. "Game hasn't even started. Now put on your helmet and get out there. You're in for Greenberg."

"What? What happened to Greenberg?" Stiles asked, looking around.

"What happened to Greenberg? He sucks! You suck slightly less."

"Dad..." I rolled my eyes.

"I'm playing?" Stiles asked and I smiled. "On the field? With the team?"

"Yes." My dad chuckles. "Unless you'd rather play with yourself."

Stiles looked at him. "I already did that today, twice."

I felt my cheeks getting red and Scott giggles.

"Get the hell out there!" My father yelled.

"Ah." Stiles sprinted his way out towards the other players.

I laugh and Scott shakes his head.

"My son is on the field!" I heard Sheriff screaming.

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The game started and Stiles couldn't catch anything, actually he couldn't even get the ball off of the ground.

"He's probably just warming up." I mumbled. "He-He's just a little nervous."

I heard another whistle and Scott got up.

"Sit down, McCall." My dad yelled.

"But, coach, we're dying out there."