Let Me In

Ch. 9

STILES POV

Stiles' chest was rising and falling rapidly as he tried to catch his breath. There was only 9 seconds left in the game, and they were down by one all they needed was one more goal, but he was still losing all hope. The game to a halt when coach blew the whistle prompting a timeout, and the entire team rushed over.

"All we need is a shot from behind the two point line, we get that and we've got the game in the bag"

"I can do it coach" Jackson volunteered

"Not happening you've made almost half the goals they'll be after you. You're gonna get the ball to Stilinski"

Everyone turned to face him some surprised, and very confused.

"No-no way coach I can't do it" There it was. He never had much confidence in himself, and now the whole weight of the game was resting on his shoulders.

"My mind's made up back on the field!"

Oh god oh god he screamed in his head. He couldn't do this Maybe I could walk off the field now, no questions asked.  Stiles was pretty sure he was hyperventilating which meant he'd soon be passed out. He was all set to march right off the field when a comforting hand was placed on his shoulder pulling him in close.

"Hey you'll be fine" Derek was whispering in his ear "Look we'll clear a path and you do the rest I know you can" Then he was gone, out on the field with the rest of the team. Derek surprisingly always made him feel better, and tonight he made Stiles feel confident, he was gonna score the game winning goal.

The whistle blew and Stiles was moving at lightning speed. He was running down the field checking the clock 8 seconds. He had to get free of the player blocking him. Danny had the ball, and tossed it to Scott who charged for the goal, opposing team hot on his tail 6 seconds. Scott dodged the player in front of him 4 seconds. Stiles was free now open to take the shot, Scott sling shot the ball at Stiles who caught it instantly 2 seconds. This was his moment, he drew back his lacrosse stick stepping out to brace himself then he swung letting the little white ball leave the net. In his head everything seemed to move in slow motion, he watched the ball fly in the air and begin to fall. The goalie dove for the it, his stick outstretched, but it was no use the ball went right past him landing roughly in the net.

The crowd erupted in cheering screams, and everyone stormed the field. He felt on top of the world. He did it, he scored the game winning goal. They headed back to the locker room, and Stiles couldn't help but feel...alive.

"Great job Stilinski!" He turned to see it was Dean.

"Oh...Dean. You came"

" I told you I would. I cheered for you too."

"Well thanks glad I didn't disappoint"

"So..." he had a sly smile plastered on his face " I think you score a game winning goal like that, you deserve a winner dinner"

DEREK POV

As a team mate Derek was ecstatic they won their first game. As a practically love struck boy he was happy his crush scored the game winning goal. He wanted to congratulate him, and maybe have that conversation they so desperately needed to have but when he found him he was chatting with a particular blonde that made Derek's blood boil. Being the concerned "friend" he was he decided to eavesdrop. 

"Oh...Dean. You came"

" I told you I would. I cheered for you too."

"Well thanks glad I didn't disappoint"

"So..." he had a sly smile plastered on his face " I think you score a game winning goal like that, you deserve a winner dinner"

This guy was really getting under Derek's skin. He couldn't help but hope he was sent back to where ever it was he came from.