Another basket went in. The score was now Home: 3 - Visitor: 23.

The people in the stands supporting the home team groaned. Their team was getting cremated.

The Cyclones was versing the Wildcats and as usual, the Cyclones were losing. Everyone knew that the Beacon Hills's basketball team sucked. They haven't won a game in fifteen year.

"Good effort!" said the coach to his players. "Really strong effort!"

"Hey, Coach! You stink!"

The coach looked around. "Who said that?"

Stiles turned his head and started humming.

Scott and Stiles had nothing better to do that night. There were no monsters or evil hunters to fight. No research need. No training. No Allison because she had the flu. Video games got boring. So since they had nothing to do, they decided to go watch the basketball game. But the team sucked so bad, Stiles started getting antsy and yelled at the team.

A boy with the number 19 on his jersey went to make a basket, but the ball hit the rim.

"You stink!"

Number 19 looked to the stand. "Who was that?"

Stiles looked away and smirked.

"Stiles, cut it out," said Scott. But he was smiling as he said it.

"What? Not my fault the team blows," smirked Stiles.

The second quarter ended with the score being 3-33.

"I know we're not doing well," said the coach. "But cheer up. I brought raisins!"

"You stink, Coach!"

The coach looked up. "Who keeps saying that?"

Stiles looked down and laughed silently.

"Stop it!" laughed Scott, shaking his best friend.

"I can't help it!" howled Stiles. "They suck!"

Both team left the gym to take a six-minute break before quarter three started. People from the stands got a chance to shot a few hoops before they came back.

"Let's go down there," said Stiles. "I need to move around."

"Okay."

Scott had the ball in his hands. He began dribbling while Stiles tried to take it away. Scott moved as he dribbled and made a basket.

"Finally, someone who goes to this school made a basket," said Stiles. "You should join the team."

"Nah," said Scott. "I'm a lacrosse kinda guy."

He started dribbling again and Stiles took a swipe for the ball and caught it. Scott tried to get the ball back, but Stiles easily dodged and made a basket. They kept at it and Scott made three more baskets while Stiles made eight more.

"Wow! Maybe you should join the team, man," said Scott, impressed. "You beat me and I'm a werewolf."

"My dad wanted me to sports, but I never liked them," said Stiles. "I only joined lacrosse because you were into it. I prefer music."

He started dribbling, but as he did so, he was keeping rhythm. The squeaking noise of shoes from the other people soon joined in. Soon, they all broke into song.

Get'cha Head In The Game from High School Musical

Coach said to fake right
And break left
Watch out for the pick
And keep an eye on defense
Gotta run the give and go
And take the ball to the hole
Like an old school pro
He said, "Don't be afraid"
What you waitin' on?
To shoot the outside "J"

Just keep ya head in the game
Just keep ya head in the game

And don't be afraid
To shoot the outside "J"
Just keep ya head in the game

U gotta
Get you get you head in the game
We gotta
Get our, get our, get our, get our head in the game
[repeat 3x]

Let's make sure
That we get the rebound
'Cause when we get it
Then the crowd will go wild
A second chance
Gotta grab it and go
Maybe this time
We'll hit the right notes

Wait a minute
It's not the time or place
Wait a minute
Get my head in the game
Wait a minute
Get my head in the game
Wait a minute
Wait a minute

I gotta
Get my, get my head in the game
You gotta
Get you, get you, get you, get you head in the game
[repeat 3x]

Why am I feeling so wrong
My head's in the game
But my heart's in the song
She makes this feel so right

[SPOKEN]
Should I got for it
Better shake this, yikes!

I gotta
Get my, get my head in the game
You gotta
Get you, get you, get you, get you head in the game
[repeat 4x]

Stiles aimed for the basket and scored. Everyone cheered.

"You got talent, Stilinski," said the coach. "How would like to join the team? We could really use a guy like you."

"Thanks but no thank," said Stiles. "I got a lot going on right now. I wouldn't be able to get my head in the game."

"We don't a spaz like Stilinski on the team anyway," said the kid with the 25 jersey.

Stiles shot him a dirty look.

Number 25 dribbled the ball and made a shot, but it didn't even come close to the basket.

"You suck!"

Number 25 got frustrated. "Who the hell said that?!"

Stiles and Scott burst into laughter.