Hey everyone, here's chapter 2 enjoy.
Chapter 2. Lacrosse and movies
Utter shock that would be the description to describe Coach's face. Stiles had to stop himself from laughing at the expression.
"I quit the team." Those four words were enough to make Bobby Finstock speechless. Expert bench warmer, Stiles Stilinski had just quit.
"Good joke Stilinski, but not even you can try and trick me into letting you out of training today." It was obviously a joke, no way would Stiles suddenly quit out of the blue, especially when the last two games they had played, Stiles had gotten on the field to play.
I'm serious Coach, I quit I…Lacrosse is not really my thing, we both know that and it's taking up a lot of my time, time I could be using for homework and stuff. So…" Stiles trailed off, not sure what else there was to say.
Lacrosse only forced him to notice his weakness', at first it hadn't mattered as he had, had Scott but now with three wolves on the team it no longer gave you any chance at all and just left you with longer lasting bruises.
"I see…well if you're sure."
"I am" Stiles said with conviction.
"Ok, then I'll be expecting you're economics homework to be much better from now on then." Coach said before heading out the door.
Stiles laughed at that.
"Sure thing Coach" he replied as he watched the others grab their gear and head out onto the field.
"Stiles! Hurry up." Yelled Jackson from the door way. Stiles smiled at that, lately he and Jackson had become good friends surprisingly. After the Kanima incident, Jackson had really settled into the pack and become less of a douche.
"I'm not playing, you go on I'll talk to you later, Coach will be pissed if your late."
Jackson was suddenly beside him, worry etched on his face.
"Are you ok? What's wrong?"
"I'm fine, I'm just not playing." Stiles replied trying to reassure him.
"Why? Are you hurt?" Jackson suddenly leant in and started sniffing him.
"Hey personal boundaries dude!" Jackson smirked at Stiles' flustered look, before crossing his arms and waiting for an explanation.
Once Stiles realized that Jackson was not going to leave, he let out a resigned sigh.
"You're a pain in the ass." Stiles muttered, before explaining.
"I quit the team, I won't be playing anymore. Nothing's wrong I just don't want to play anymore."
Jackson was quiet for a while before finally speaking up.
"If that's what you want than that's fine but…I hope this isn't about Scott." Jackson's stare was rather intimidating by this point.
"It is a bit but not for the reason you think. Scott joined with the goal to be on first line, but I only joined for moral support. Plus dad was worried that I only had Scott as a friend and wanted me to join a group to try and be more social." Stiles felt his chest tighten at saying that.
Jackson reached forward and pulled him into hug before stepping back and clapping him on the shoulder.
"Well, just because you're not playing, doesn't mean you can't stay and support your favorite player." Jackson said with a smirk,
"You mean Isaac?" Stiles asked casually.
Stiles' answer to that was a hit to the back of the head.
Stiles laughed and smirked at Jackson.
"OK, you loser." Stiles muttered as he grabbed his bag.
"You know it's not just you and Scott anymore." Jackson said staring at him for a minute. Stiles felt warmth spread through him at that, yeah it was definitely good having Jackson as a friend. Before he knew it Jackson was grabbing Stiles' arm and pulling him out to the field.
"Jackson! You're late. Laps now!" Coach yelled from the field.
"So, should I make a sign that says, 'Go Jackson." Stiles snickered
"I thought Isaac was your favorite player?" Jackson whispered to him before running onto the field.
Stiles laughed before saying "I lied."
Jackson's laughter from the field let him know he had heard him.
"Jackson stop messing about, 10 more laps" yelled Coach.
After practice Stiles waited outside the school for Jackson. After a run in with a wendigo a couple of weeks ago, Stiles' baby had been in the shop. Jackson had been taking him to and from school after Scott forgot to.
"Stiles, why weren't you playing?" Came Scott's voice from behind him.
Turning around to face him Stiles had to stop himself from sighing. He had been dreading this conversation since he had decided to quit.
"Hey, Scott." Stiles said quietly.
"What's going on?" He asked confused.
"I've quit, I don't enjoy it anymore. I only joined for you, and I hate playing truthfully, it's not even a little bit fun anymore especially when it's against werewolves, and in case you don't remember us humans are fragile."
Stiles had to look away at the hurt look that crossed Scott's face.
"I didn't realize. Why didn't you tell me sooner, that's how you felt?"
"You're never around, we barely hang out anymore." Stiles whispered.
"I'm…we hung out just last…" Scott tailed off, obviously trying to remember when they last hang out.
"Yeah…" Stiles said when Scott couldn't remember the last time.
The silence was broken by Jackson stepping out.
"You ready Stiles?" he asked looking between the two.
"Yeah I'm ready." Stiles replied as he bent down and grabbed his bag.
Scott's head snapped up.
"Why are you getting a lift with Jackson? Where's your car?" Scott exclaimed.
Jackson rolled his eyes.
"It's in the shop dumb ass! Remember the wendigo attack. Stiles hitting it with his jeep. Ring any bells. For god sake McCall haven't you noticed I've been taking him to and from school for the past fortnight?" Jackson asked exasperatedly.
Scott's bewildered look was answer enough for Jackson, who then muttered something too low for Stiles to hear. Scott growled at whatever Jackson had said though but Jackson only rolled his eyes and turned to head for the car.
"I'm sorry Stiles, I guess I forgot." Scott said.
"I know, it's ok."
Jackson honking the horn interrupted the silence.
"I'd better go." Stiles said
"Ok, I'll…I'll talk to you later then."
"Sure, I'll see you tomorrow at the meeting anyway." Stiles answered before getting into the car.
"You alright?" Jackson asked once he was in the car.
"I will be if you come over and watch the Avengers with me."
Jackson laughed and smiled over at Stiles before answering.
"Sure."
"Thanks, Jacks." Stiles sat back and smiled, if someone had told him a few months ago that Jackson Whitemore had agreed to come over to his house to watch movies with him he would have had them committed.
Normally it was Scott, who would be coming over for movie nights, but lately it had been Jackson; it felt good to have more than one friend to spend time with.
When they arrived at Stiles' house, Stiles grabbed some snacks from the kitchen before heading up to his room.
The sight he was greeted with was not one he would have guessed, Jackson was half shifted and sniffing around everywhere in the room.
"What you doing'?" Stiles asked slowly.
Jackson turned to face Stiles, eyes flashing blue.
"Why was Peter here?"
Stiles' face blushed bright red.
"Um."
Jackson's eyes bulged at Stiles' blush
"It's not what you think, he was hurt and came by for help, but it was when I was having a panic attack. So he calmed me down, and yeah." Stiles rushed to say.
"Is that all that happened?" Jackson asked, shifting back to normal.
"Um, yes?" Jackson glared at Stiles' answer.
"It was only a kiss that's it…a long kiss, but just a kiss." Stiles admitted.
"Peter? You kissed Peter? Peter Hale?" Jackson exclaimed.
"Yeah but, but…" Jackson cut off Stiles' rambling by pulling him over to the bed and sitting them down.
"Do you like him?"
"No!...maybe a little." Stiles sighed in frustration.
They were quiet for a while before Stiles noticed Jackson start to grin.
"What? Why are you smiling?" Stiles asked.
"Stiles and Peter sitting in a tree K.I.S.S.I.N.G" Stiles covered Jackson's mouth with his hand, to stop him singing.
"Shut up" Stiles' face was now beet red.
"At least he has good taste." Jackson said, grabbing one of the drinks and taking a sip. Stiles smiled at that.
"Thanks Jacks."
"Yeah, yeah. Don't let it go to your head." He replied.
At about 11pm, Jackson got up and stretched.
"I better be off." Stiles nodded and got up and walked Jackson out.
"Pack meeting tomorrow night, you excited to see your new crush?"
Shoving him out the door, Stiles couldn't help but grin, truthfully he was both nervous and excited.
"Oi! Lover boy." Jackson yelled out from the car.
"I'll pick you up at 7pm ok?"
Stiles nodded and yelled back,
"Yeah see you then."
Waving good bye, Stiles watched as Jackson disappeared down the street.
Stiles was a pile of nerves by the time Jackson arrived the next day. All night he had been stressing about seeing Peter today.
"Ready?"
"Yeah." Stiles replied, as he put his seat belt on. It wasn't long before they arrived. Just as Jackson put the car in park, Stiles' door opened causing him to jump in fright.
"Evening Stiles." Peter drawled.
"Hi." Stiles squeaked out.
Peter was wearing form fitting jeans and a low cut top with his usual jacket on.
"Stop drooling and get out of my car." Turning to glare at Jackson, Stiles felt his face heat up in embarrassment.
"You look a bit flushed Stiles." Peter smirked causing Stiles to only go redder.
"Stop flirting you two, were going to be late." Jackson yelled as he headed up to the loft, leaving them behind.
"After you, Stiles." Peter whispered to him.
The meeting was terrible. Jackson kept smirking at him whenever he looked over at Peter, and Peter had barely looked away from him the entire meeting. The feel of his heated gaze throughout the meeting had made it too hard to concentrate on what Derek and Scott were talking about.
Eventually Derek must have gotten sick of no one really paying attention and kicked everyone out.
Stepping into the cool, Stiles tried to calm his self-down. Damn Peter for being so distracting with his good looks and stupid smirks. Rubbing his arms to keep warm he looked up at the moon, only five more days till the full moon he thought suddenly.
"Cold?" Peter's voice interrupted his thoughts just as he was about to answer a weight settled on his shoulders. Peter's jacket now hung loosely over him, his scent surrounding him. It was woodsy and slightly smokey and something that was all Peter, Stiles couldn't help taking in a deep breath and hugging the jacket closer.
Realizing what he was doing he quickly looked up at Peter.
"Aren't you cold now?" Stiles asked motioning to Peter.
"Werewolf remember, we're always hot." Peter smirked as he said the last part.
Stiles laughed before saying thanks for the jacket. Peter smiled back, a genuine, non-smirk smile. It made Stiles heart skip a beat. Stiles realized he wanted to keep that smile there. Looking up into Peter's eyes, all Stiles could think was 'crap, I'm in trouble now'.
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