The rest of my day was pretty much like any other school day, I listened to teachers lecturing us about meaningless topics. I checked out all the hot girls and boys none of them compared to the power couple Lydia Martin and Jackson Whittemore. Allison had all of her morning classes with me so we actually got to know each other, which was pleasant. She told me about all the different places she had to move to and I told her about my old school well parts of it.
Next came lunch time, I went to my locker before heading to lunch and by the time I got there most everyone was already in line or already seated. The first person to catch my eye was Stiles who was waving for me to come over as he was sitting next to Scott.
"Dakota, there you are. I almost didn't think you were going to show up to lunch. Come on, we're sitting over there," Lydia stated grabbing onto my arm as I tried to grab her shoulder with my other hand to get her to stop walking. "What's wrong? Oh you probably want to get lunch first that's cool," she said starting to walk back to the table.
"Lydia wait, I can't sit with you guys today. Stiles and Scott already asked me and I don't want to let them down. I'm sorry," I explained to her as she shrugged.
"That's alright, well I guess I'll see you after school then. Have fun," she told me, actually being totally chill about the whole thing.
Wow, I think I'm in love.
I ignored that thought and made way over to Stiles and Scott. Stiles was just looking at me confused as I sat down next to him taking out my lunch Derek packed for me.
"Did you just turn down Lydia Martin?" Stiles asked and it seemed like someone had a crush on Lydia that wasn't me.
"She just asked me to sit with her and I already promised you, Stiles, that I'd sit with you. Believe me, if she was asking me out, I would not have turn her down," I told them as Stiles choked on his drink and Scott just laughed at him.
"You...you're gay?" Stiles asked, making it sound like if he was asking if I was werewolf or something.
"No I'm not gay are you?" I questioned back a little insulted he said it the way he did.
"But you just said…" He started to defend himself.
"Stiles, I'm bi. Not gay nor straight. I like girls and boys and oh look, Lydia is one smoking hot girl," I told him as Scott was dying over Stiles reaction.
"Dakota, Stiles wasn't trying to insult you. He's just a big crush on you plus he's been crushing on Lydia for years now," Scott told me as Stiles blushed smacking Scott across the table. Dorks.
"Scott, I'd be careful what you say. You'd have to be an idiot to see that you weren't all googly eyes over Allison this morning," I teased as Stiles was still sitting next to me tense up. I'd wait for him to make the first move. I don't want to pressure the kid after all. "Anywho, what are you guys doing after school today?"
I asked hopefully changing the subject.
"Well Scott is insisting that he's going to make first line this year for lacrosse since we have our first practice today. We both play but we're just going to sit on the sidelines, we are the ultimate benchwarmers," Stiles replied as Scott looked insulted.
"Stop speaking for me. I have a feeling I'm going to make it this year," Scott said to him and I start thinking that lacrosse seemed cool.
"Hey, is there a girl's lacrosse team?" I asked hoping I could get in on that action. I need a school sport anyways. I'd like to try something new since track sucked at my old school. I'm pretty good at anything athletic too, werewolf perks.
"No, there's not. Why are you thinking of playing? You could actually, due to school rules and everything. Title IX," Stiles told me and the more they talked about it, the more I wanted to try out.
"So practice is today after school? Do either of you have any spare equipment or uniforms?" I nudged Stiles as Scott looked surprised but delighted that I was serious about this. Stiles nodded and I know he'd let me borrow it since he was insisting that he was going to sit on the bench.
"You're serious? Have you ever even played lacrosse?" Scott asked me and I shook my head.
"It's just like football right? But, instead of kicking the ball everywhere you just throw them with the sticks. Oh sorry, I meant soccer. My old friend was British and he was kind of passionate about the way you used football and soccer. Anyways, how hard can it be? Don't worry, I'll be fine," I told them as I thought about my friend Felix.
Felix, my lovable British werewolf friend. He and I were great friends before I moved back here and I hope to hang out with him over break or some other time. Werewolf buds have to stick together, it's like an unwritten law.
"If you say so," Scott replied as we went on about our lunch and I actually got to know the boys better. We talked about family where I learned Stiles's dad was a sheriff and Scott's mom was a nurse. I told them that I lived with older brother and being that they didn't have their other parent around, they didn't question why mine weren't around.
Once the bell rang, Lydia came rushing over to me dragging Allison behind her as she struggled to keep up. "Come on you two, we've got US History together," she told us and I knew that was an AP class. Lydia had to be smarter than she appeared which just made her ten times more amazing.
"Hey Dakota, can I talk to you for a minute?" Stiles called out to me as I nodded but quickly turned back to Lydia.
"You guys go, I'll meet you there, save me a seat," I told them and then direct my attention to Stiles. "What's up?" I asked him as we kept walking out of the lunch room so we wouldn't be late to our next classes.
"I just wanted to say I was sorry for what I said. I hope I didn't across as homophobic or biphobic in your case. It just took me by surprise that's all," he said with his hand on his neck as he apologized.
"Stiles, it's alright. You didn't know and I can't be mad at you for that. Wanna make it up to me?" I asked him as he nodded. "Great, carry my Bio book. It's heavy," I joked handing him my book as we walked to the social studies hall. "Thanks Stiles, I was only joking though. I'll meet you by your locker after school okay?" I told him taking my book back as I walked into class. Stiles was a sweetheart and slowly becoming anchor material.
"Hey, what's with the blushing and lip biting?" Lydia asked me I sat down in the seat she saved for me. "It's a boy isn't it, do tell," she squealed a bit as the bell rang.
"No, it's no one. Trust me," I told her trying to wipe the expression off my face as class started.
Do I like Stiles? Or am I just desperate for an anchor? I think it might be both.
The rest of the day was my thoughts were clouded by Stiles and also joining the lacrosse team which I feel like will go pretty well. If things don't work out with Stiles, there's gotta be some dreamy guy on the team, I mean look at Stiles and Scott. They're not even popular but they're still super adorable.
The final bell rang at 3:00 and I made my way to my locker to drop off my books that I got today. Not too much homework for tonight which is always a good thing. When I was at my locker, Jackson and Lydia came up to me with Allison tagging along.
"So there's party this weekend do you think you'll be able to come?" Lydia asked me as I shut my locker door and saw Stiles waiting for me by his locker.
"Yeah, that sounds great actually. You can text me the details and all that," I told her since I gave her my phone number earlier this morning. "When is it exactly?" I asked giving Stiles a little nod to show that I saw him.
"Friday night, everyone is going after the scrimmage. We've won the state championship for the past three years," Jackson bragged, wait until he finds out I'm joining the team.
"Because of certain team captain," Lydia said poking Jackson as he smiled. "We're going to watch the lacrosse team practice, want to come?"
"I have to go actually. I'll see you guys out there alright? I've just got to get some things first. Stiles!" I shouted across the hallway waving to them as I made my way over to him. "Sorry about that, Lydia just comes out of nowhere like a ninja and it's usually when I have to talk to you," I told him as he was getting his stuff out of his locker.
"It's alright. Scott's already down there and whatever spare stuff I don't have he's bound to have. If not Coach Finstock should have extra uniforms. I'd talk to him first," Stiles suggested as we made our way to the locker room. "I'd shield your eyes if I were you, you never know what you might see in a guy's locker room," he warned me but it didn't bother me. At that worst I'd probably see a butt and at best some nice abs. "Here give me your stuff and you go talk to coach, he's always in his office," he told me taking my backpack off of me as I walked through the locker room and I didn't see anything pleasing.
As I made my way to Coach's office, most of the guys were staring at me like it's the first time they've ever come into contact with the female species. You'd expect this from a chess club not the lacrosse team. "What's she doing in here?" I heard one of them say as I finally made it to the coach's door. I knocked on the door but couldn't hear an answer due to the all guys making entirely too much noise getting ready, so I just walked in.
"Sorry, Coach Finstock? I'm new here and I was thinking of joining the team," I told him as he looked confused.
"Are you sure you want to join a team with a bunch of sweaty ugly boys?" He asked me and I nodded. "Fine, I can't turn you down. I'll let you practice with the main team today and see how you do. If you're good enough, I'll get you a uniform and everything. Welcome to the team, what's your name again?"
"Oh sorry, Dakota Hale. Thank you so much, don't worry Coach, I won't let you down," I told him as I was filled with so much joy. I was so happy he didn't even question my gender and that it didn't matter that I was girl. The boys on the team might not be so chill about it. At least I know Scott and Stiles will be and that's all that matters.
I walked out his office and went to go find Stiles and Scott who were already done changing. "He said yes and he's going to let me practice first line," I squealed grabbing Stiles's hands as he smiled at me.
"That's great. Here, Scott and I got together uniform between the two of us with our extra equipment we have," he told me handing me most of it. I thanked him and began to undress as Stiles looked away and I saw him getting all flustered. Honestly, it didn't bother me changing in the boy's locker room, it's better than be totally alone in the girl's.
"Oh come on Stiles, I wore my best bra and underwear today and you're not even going to look," I teased him as he laughed a little. "Lighten up, I'm only joking," I told him giving him a small punch on the arm. "Alright, I'm completely dressed. You can turn back around."
"You're going to change in the boy's locker room then?" Stiles asked totally uncomfortable with the whole situation. If I did make the team, I'd figure I'd have to be in here most of the time anyways, for the pregame talks and all.
"Yeah, is that alright with you?" I asked him and he nodded.
"Sure, yeah. Totally fine."
He was such a dork and Scott wasn't fazed by it at all. Although, if I were Allison this would be a whole different story. I could already tell that there wasn't going to be some awkward barrier between Scott and I, which I really liked. Girls and guys can be friends without falling in love with each other and Scott was my guy to prove that statement right.
"Quit your lollygagging and get your butts on the field," Coach yelled coming out of his office as I push Scott and Stiles along out of the locker room.
"You're joining the team, huh? Well you've got to be better than McCall, so that's good," Jackson said as he nudged me. Scott heard that as he turned around and I was almost certain that he was growling.
Once again, I having suspicions about him and I don't like where things are heading. Freshly turned werewolves are the worst to deal with. You think I'm bad on the a full moon, you'd have to see a new pup on their first full moon. It's not a pretty sight to see.
"I doubt Scott's that bad. I don't doubt that I'm better than you though," I smiled telling him as I walked backwards before turning back around and running to catch up with Stiles and Scott. "Okay, so I might have taunted the captain saying I'm going to be better than him…" I said as Stiles was taking a seat on the bench and Scott was getting his stuff together.
"You idiot, Jackson is the best player on the team. You're going to have to be pretty damn good if you want to be better than him," Stiles told me and I knew but I also knew that I was "pretty damn good."
"Stiles, don't doubt me alright? You'll see what skills I have."
Coach blew the whistle and told us to line up and he put Scott on goal. "New girl, why don't you go first. Scott's an easy goalie to get past so don't worry. On my whistle, go," he shouted as he blew the whistle and I launched the ball at the goal. For whatever reason, the whistle startled Scott like it was extremely loud for him adding to evidence that he could be a werewolf. I wasn't thinking about that though when the ball was already out of the net of the lacrosse stick and heading towards Scott.
Now I'm wishing I didn't throw the ball as fast and hard as I did because he ended up hitting him in the face. Luckily, with his helmet it on it didn't do much damage but it was embarrassing as he fell to the ground.
"Sorry about that.." I cringed as one guy patted me on the back and I made my way to the back of the line.
"Is that Dakota?" I could hear Lydia ask from the stands and Allison was there too. I looked over to them and they saw through my helmet that it was me. "It is her. That's bold, I love it. Who says a girl can't be beautiful and sporty at the same time?"
I'm in love. Lydia Martin has stolen my heart. Take me now.
Honestly though, if Lydia wasn't already with someone I would be doing everything I could to get with her. She's beauty, she's grace, she's perfect anchor material. Lydia Martin is supportive of smart girls, girly girls, sporty girls, and probably any other type of girl and it's beautiful.
I waved over to them flashing Lydia a big toothy smile and she returned the gesture. "Now, I have to make sure I come to all the games for Jackson and now Dakota. You will too right?" She asked Allison as I decided to tune out of their conversation since Jackson wanted my attention.
"Nice Dakota, not better than me but nice," Jackson told me as I just rolled my eyes. I guess this was going to be our relationship now, subtly being asses that try to outdo the other.
I decided to ignore him as I noticed everyone was trying to see in front of them. I stepped out of line to see that Scott actually caught the ball. "Woo, nice one!" I called out as another player shot the ball at him and he caught it again.
I could hear Stiles cheers from the sidelines as everyone was taking noticing on how well Scott was doing as goalie. This happened over and over again as we got back up to the front of the line again and Jackson was determined to get it passed Scott. He took a running start and put all his force into but it didn't matter, Scott still caught it.
Everyone went wild as Scott seemed incredibly surprised that he even caught it. Lydia was even cheering for him and Jackson was getting pissy about that. It was my turn again and now that Scott was actually ready which made me less nervous that was I was going to hit him. I whaled it at him again aiming knee level this time as it whipped past him into the goal.
"Amazing Dakota!" Stiles called out as I looked to him and couldn't help but blush. I could also hear Lydia and Allison cheering for me but Stiles really stuck out to me.
"Aw, you've got a little cheerleader boyfriend," Jackson taunted me as I made my way into the back of the line.
"You do realize you're girlfriend was cheering for me as well?" I asked with the tilt of the head and a smile. He just grunted turning back around as we went through the line again and all but mine were stopped. I had Stiles cheering his little heart out for me. Scott looking extremely impressed with himself and me. Coach looked like he was going to have a heart attack from both our performances and best of all Lydia was cheering for me and not Jackson. I felt on top of the world.
