AN: Again, I'm not that happy with the chapter, because I had to cut it again! I also noticed I have huge trouble writing out of Scott's perspective sometimes. I actually wanted to write the class scene so much longer and deeper, but I just couldn't do any better. I guess that's why I enjoy writing Stiles way more, even though I struggled with him in this chapter as well. But give it a try, maybe I'm just too self-critical (is that even a word?).
Scott's first school day went by quickly. He had been so nervous this morning, but Stiles' friends welcomed him with open arms, which made it all easier. In his first period with Lydia, he learned more about her and the rest of the group. She told him a few things about herself, just as he did in return. It was nice talking to her and he quickly noticed how smart and witty she was. It was the way she expressed herself and how she listened to everything he had to tell her and simultaneously took notes for class. Scott could clearly see, why she and Stiles were together. He was pretty sure, Lydia was way too clever for Stiles facade, he seemed to build constantly around himself. And Stiles definitely needed someone, who could put up with him intellectually.
Lydia told him about her friends. She was popular in school, but she only counted Allison, Kira, Isaac and Stiles to her real friends. All the other people, and Lydia was sure of it, she would lose contact with right after High School.
According to Lydia, Kira was a cute geek, who loved taking pictures of everything. So he shouldn't be surprised, if his face showed up on Twitter more often now, Lydia warned. She continued with Allison, telling him, she was a freak – a good kind, like hugging her friends to death on every occasion or getting overly excited whenever she watched Star Wars with Stiles. Allison was a person, who always made you laugh. And oh, she was in an archery club. Scott wanted to know more about the brunette, but he couldn't find the courage to ask for more information, so he let Lydia tell him things about Isaac. He was similar to Stiles a broken soul and closed himself up rather quickly, when he felt uncomfortable. He was claustrophobic and had been through hard times, but now that he lived with the Argent's, which Scott found out was Allison's surname, he was on his way to get better.
The only one, Lydia didn't say much about, was Stiles and Scott thought, that maybe she respected his boundaries way too much to gossip about him. She only had told him, she and Stiles were together since they were 15 and even though he was a little hard around the edges, she couldn't think of a better boyfriend than him. It was sweet, how she talked about him and Scott could see how much she loved him by the sparkle in her eyes, whenever she mentioned Stiles.
He had his second class with Isaac and that's where Lydia's words got confirmed. Isaac was indeed very restrained. They did talk a bit about a few insignificant things though and that's all what Scott could asked for. It was similar to third period. He had chemistry with Stiles together and even though he had found a seat beside his stepbrother, they barely talked. But Scott thought it was okay, because the two of them would have enough chances to talk to each other, considering they shared a room and all.
It wasn't until fifth period, he got someone to talk to again. Stiles brought him to his next class room, where he walked in without any expectation. That was before he saw Allison sitting in the back and waving at him as soon as she noticed him. His lips instinctively formed into a bright smile, while he made his way over to her, flopping down in the seat next to her. He greeted Allison with a soft 'Hi' and put his books on the desk.
"So, how's your first day at Beacon High?" Allison asked him with a friendly tone in her voice.
"Good actually, thanks. I was really nervous this morning, but now I'm okay." He answered and gave her a smile afterwards. He didn't really know Allison, but there was something that drew him to her; like magnets or gravity.
They couldn't say anything else, because the teacher came into the classroom. He greeted them grumpily, looking like he hadn't gotten enough sleep the last night. He handed out some papers, saying that would be their project to work on for the next week or two and that they all should pick a partner for it. Allison and Scott instantly beamed at each other.
The first ten minutes, both of them read over the paper, their teacher had handed out to them and marked important things. But as soon as the teacher stopped looking over his students and occupied himself with some of his own papers, Allison and Scott ignored their work, both way to curious about the other to concentrate about something else.
Scott started their conversation and asked Allison about her unique hobby, Lydia had told him about. She said it was more of a family thing, her dad was even the leader of their archery club, and that she really liked it. Allison promised, she would take him with her some time, if he wanted. He agreed instantly, because if Allison liked it that much, he wanted to know more about it as well. He then told her about the sport he was playing. He had been on the lacrosse team of his old school and couldn't wait to get to know his new coach and team. Lacrosse was something he definitely didn't want to miss, so the first thing he had looked for was, if Beacon High had a lacrosse team as well. Allison listened to everything, before responding and telling him, that the coach had a weird sense of humor, but was one of her and her friends favorite teacher though.
They talked for a while, until Scott remembered his question he had desperately wanted to ask when they'd met.
"Hey, Allison. Can I ask you something?"
"Go ahead." She encouraged with a smile.
"Earlier, when Stiles told you who I was.. you seemed excited and happy about it and I just, I don't know, I wanted to know why that was." Scott hoped he didn't offend her with his question somehow. But Allison seemed like an open person, who didn't judge too quickly, so he had taken the opportunity and asked her about it.
Allison was a bit surprised, but she hadn't a problem with answering. "I met your mom a while ago, when I was at Stiles' and she had a sleepover at their house. She greeted me so nicely and seemed happy to met one of Stiles' friends, that I decided to talk a bit, even though Stiles was grumpy about it." She rolled her eyes at her last words, the smile on her lips didn't leave though. Scott could picture Stiles perfectly; him sitting angrily beside Allison, while she talked to his mother. He actually had to suppress a laugh.
"Anyway." Allison continued. "She started to tell me about her son, you. She told me how proud she was of you and your ability to make the best out of the worst situations. She said you enjoyed life and that she was proud of herself, too, for raising you to such a good man. It was just the way she talked about you, it reminded me of how Stiles had been, before his mother died." Her expression got sad for only a few seconds, before her lips curled up in a genuine smile again. "I knew I wanted to met this boy, she was talking about. I even started working on a plan to get Stiles to wanting to meet you, so it would be easier for me to get to know you."
Scott laughed about Allison's confession. He thought it was cute, how she got curious about him, just because his mother had been talking in a good way about her son. He was happy, too, that his mother thought of him that way. He always had a good relationship to his mom and it was nice to know he made her proud.
"Oh and Lydia and I might have checked out your Twitter account and I thought you're good looking in that lacrosse uniform." Allison mentioned casually, as if she talked about the weather. Scott gaped at her and when she saw his expression, she started to laugh. She tried her best to suppress the noise, so their teacher wouldn't get suspicious.
"Well, send me a follow, I need to know if you're looking good in your sport outfit as well after all." Scott replied with a grin after he recovered from her words. Allison was impressed with his quick answer, she thought he fit perfectly in their group.
It went like that for the rest of their class. Both of them telling the other things about their lives and on a few occasions flirting with each other. It was like they knew each other for years instead hours. But they both felt so comfortable around each other, they didn't even noticed how long they had talked until the bell rang.
Meanwhile Lydia and Stiles were already heading to the cafeteria for lunch. Stiles had been anxious through the whole morning so far and he was so grateful for the lunch break now to calm his nerves down. He was constantly moving; bobbing his legs up and down, playing with his hands or rocking his chair back and for. In one of his lessons, he had been so worked up, he even got kicked out of class.
Lydia noticed, too, but didn't mention it, because she was used to it. Some days were better, others worse. And after she found out about Scott, she already knew this day would be harder again.
The couple went into the cafeteria, which was already full of many other students, but the table they always sat on was still empty. And that wasn't something, that calmed Stiles down, it made him even more nervous to not see his friends anywhere near. Deep down he knew he overreacted. It was as if there was someone else in his head, who had this fears and took control over his mind every now and then, but he still could think rationally along the other person in his head at those moments. It drove him insane.
After they got their food, they sat at the table side by side. Lydia started to eat, while Stiles was more picking through his food than actually eating it. His girlfriend put a reassuring hand over his and laced their fingers together that way, her small palm over his bigger one, warming and calming him.
A few minutes went by, but for Stiles, it felt like hours. Scott wasn't there as well and he constantly imagined him and his friends walking away from him. Because Scott was a good guy and Stiles was a moody jerk and if it was him, he would choose Scott a thousand times over himself.
Isaac and Kira walked in the room and Stiles spotted them instantly, because his eyes were constantly trained on the entrance of the cafeteria. Lydia squeezed his hand, when she noticed her other friends as well, as if she wanted to say 'see, they're still here'. The other two barely had sat down, when Allison and Scott were also coming in. Stiles relaxed a bit more, but he still could feel his nerves bubbling just underneath his skin, close to breaking out and sending him in one of his panic attacks, he hadn't had for over four weeks now.
Kira and Lydia asked Scott about his first day and he told them the same he had Allison earlier, but added that he was still nervous about his first practice with the team later. That's when Isaac explained, he was in the team as well and that he shouldn't worry too much about it. Scott believed it, because Isaac said it, the guy who wasn't interested in making friends or being polite just so you wouldn't feel bad.
Soon their conversation split and Allison and Scott were talking about their favorite food, after she had complaint about the stuff the school served today for lunch. And Kira and Isaac were arguing, which of their songs they should practice later after school.
Even though everything was as usual, except for Scott of course, Stiles just couldn't find peace. He was nibbling on his bottom lip until he could taste blood. And yeah, maybe Lydia was used to it, but she couldn't take it anymore. It felt to her, like she was watching him torture himself, which he probably did. She loosened her hand from his to place it on his shoulder instead.
"Come with me." She whispered in his direction. He looked confused for a moment, before Lydia sent him a hard look, telling with her eyes, he should just do what she said. And for once, he really did. They stood up without another word to the others and left the cafeteria. Scott frowned deeply in confusion, while Isaac rolled his eyes and then spoke up.
"They're so gonna fuck."
Scott's eyes bulged at the other boy's bluntness, but the others didn't seem to care, probably used to this kind of behavior.
"I don't know, he seemed kinda anxious today." Kira replied.
"Yeah, and sex is the cure. 10 bucks they're gonna do it."
"Make 5. I'm out of money at the moment and I now I'm gonna lose." Kira said and shook Isaac's hand to seal their bet. Scott could just blink about their nonchalant conversation.
"I already caught them like four times in the boy's room, always the last stall. I know I'm gonna win."
"Yeah, they're so romantic." Allison quipped in sarcastically. Scott started to laugh about their banter. That's a kind of friendship, he always wanted to have. Teasing, but loving.
While the others were gossiping about them, Lydia and Stiles found their way indeed into the boy's room. She locked them in the last stall, before turning to her boyfriend.
"You need to calm down, okay? I can't stand it, watching you torture yourself." Lydia started in a whisper, while raising her arms and circling them around his neck. Stiles own arms found their way around her waist and he used his grip on her to push her closer to his body.
"I'm trying.", was all he answered, because it was the truth and he didn't know what else to say. He'd tried everything he could to keep it all together the whole day and though he survived the day so far, it felt like this horrible feeling in his chest wouldn't stop so soon and that pushed him even more into his uneasiness.
"I know that, Stiles and I'm so proud of you. I just wish I could help you." Lydia's voice turned so sad, it hurt Stiles more than anything else. He lowered his head down, resting it against her forehead.
"You do, you always do. Don't worry." That was something Stiles always bothered the most, Lydia constantly worrying over him. He didn't want that for her and he had actually thought about breaking up with her, just so she wouldn't have to put up with all his anxiety. The thought alone had sent him straight into a panic attack. He had talked to his dad about it back then and he'd told Stiles, that this were things you did when you loved someone, that it was Lydia's decision and if she wanted to stay at his side despite his problems, he shouldn't take that decision from her. So he didn't. Because she chose him on her own and maybe because he was too selfish to actually let her go.
"I'll be good." He added.
Lydia put a little smile on her face and turned her eyes on his. She didn't know what she was looking for, but when his lips curled upwards, she couldn't help but giggle quietly, because they both knew what would be coming next. She stretched herself on her toes to press her lips against his. Stiles responded immediately, moving his lips in sync with hers, while tightening his grip on her body. Lydia stroked her fingers through Stiles' hair, which was slightly curled at the back of his neck.
Stiles hummed happily, his heart beginning to pump wildly and this time not because of his anxiety. He turned around with Lydia still in his arms until her back hit the wall of the stall. His girlfriend grinned into their kiss as soon as he let his hands wander along her body. Over her sides, down to her hips until he reached the hem of her dress at her thighs. One of the reasons he liked her in dresses; easy access, which he needed more often than he should admit. He stroked over the material a few seconds long, before pushing his hands underneath. Lydia already melted under Stiles' touch, even though he was barely touching her.
Their kiss turned deeper. Stiles explored Lydia's mouth with his tongue and she happily respond to it, while her hands made their way down over his chest. She felt the fingertips of her boyfriend trailing along the the edge of her panties and then further to her center, until he found that little bundle of nerves between her legs. He started to rub her slowly through her underwear and Lydia let out a relieved sigh, because yeah, she did that to help Stiles get rid of his bad thoughts, but she also had been horny as hell since she woke up this morning, having the whole night dreamed about Stiles fucking her senseless.
She let her own hand wander down to his crotch, palming the slight bulge in his jeans with soft pressure. Stiles wondered how a simple touch like that could still feel so special and damn good after so many times of sex. But he had a feeling, Lydia made everything special no matter what.
He desperately wanted to enjoy her touch longer, wanted to explore her whole body. But well, they were in a toilet stall at the moment and even if they could take their time, it wasn't really the right place. So Stiles didn't waste any time anymore and gripped Lydia's panties to pull them down her legs. He stuffed the material in the back pocket of his jeans, so it wouldn't lie on the dirty floor. His girlfriend was happy with the quick change of events and did the same. She hurriedly opened the button on Stiles' jeans and then pushed them down to his thighs along with his boxers, taking his half-hard cock in her hand.
"Wait no, you don't-" Stiles couldn't finish his sentence, because Lydia had already dropped down to her knees. Normally, he wouldn't ever deny a blowjob, but just as he didn't want her clothes on the dirty floor, he neither wanted for her to be down there. His girlfriend on the other hand didn't mind one bit. Her knees hit the floor and she immediately leaned forward to take the tip of his dick between her lips. She set everything on it to make him fully hard within seconds, rubbing her tongue along his flesh, while bobbing her head slowly up and down. Stiles moaned loudly. He would never get used to the wonderful feeling of Lydia's full plush lips on him. Pressing his lips tightly together to suppress another groan, he placed one hand against the wall in front of him and the other on Lydia's head, treading his fingers in her strawberry blonde mane. Lydia hummed contently around him, sending delicious vibrations through his dick. He respond by tightening his grip on her and pushing his hips forward reflexively. His girl looked up to him, grinning encouragingly around his cock.
Stiles starred into big green eyes and he actually had to swallow at the sight. Lydia sitting like that in front of him on her knees, looking up to him with such an innocent expression on her face, even though both of them knew what she had in mind at the moment wasn't the slightest bit innocent. Lydia braced her hands on her knees and then leaned further forward. Her lips slipped down on Stiles until she could feel him hitting the back of her throat, but she didn't stop there. She held her breath and sunk down further, making Stiles gasp and groan above her. She was way to good at that.
They had experimented through the years, on some things they both agreed never doing again, other ones, like Lydia swallowing him completely down, were on their 'do as often as we can' – list. It had been one night, when Lydia had set a bet with Stiles she could get him off in less than five minutes, where she had tried to take him in her throat the fist time. He'd lost it after embarrassing four minutes. Since then, she had practiced on every occasion and now she was an absolute pro at it.
Stiles started to move along her movements, drawing his hips back, only to meet Lydia's face by pushing forward again. He could get lost in the warm wet feeling. His fingers stroked through her hair for a moment, before taking a firmer grip again, when she sucked harder than before. Stiles closed his eyes and let his head fall into his neck, enjoying Lydia's mouth on him. His thrusts got a little faster and messier, which caused Lydia to gag a few times on his length. She drew back, taking him one last time deep down. She knew how much her boyfriend loved whenever she sucked him off, but her knees started to hurt and after every blowjob, she always looked messy; wild hair, lipstick smeared mouth and teary eyes. It didn't matter to her, except when they were somewhere public, like now in school.
She drew back completely and whipped her lips with the back of her hand. Stiles helped her up, before pushing his lips on hers again. Lydia once heard Erica talking about how her first boyfriend didn't want to kiss her after she'd blown him, Stiles wouldn't even think of such a thing. He could be rough and hard and wild during sex, but he had never and wouldn't ever threat her badly.
Lydia felt Stiles' fingers between her legs, stroking along her wet slit and pushing two of them inside her. "You're ready?" He asked simultaneously
"Yes, definitely. Now could you please just.."
Stiles huffed out a quiet laugh at Lydia's inpatient respond. He took his time taking his fingers out of her and sucking them between his lips, cleaning every amount of her delicious juices. Lydia growled at him, knowing damn well he took it slow on purpose. But Stiles wouldn't tease her any longer, because he couldn't wait any longer himself. "Yeah, come on, hop on."
As soon as Lydia felt his hands on her thighs, she jumped up. She slung her legs around his waist, while he held her up with help of the wall her back was pressed against. Stiles looked down and lined himself up with her hole, before slowly sinking inside her. Her tight warm walls stretched around him. Lydia moaned at the feeling of Stiles finally pushing inside her, clawing at his shoulders just so she had something to hold on to. They were both still fully clothed, but that didn't make it less intimate.
Stiles watched himself sink in, but as soon as he was fully inside, he looked up again and searched for Lydia's eyes. For a second, it was like time stopped and Stiles wondered how in hell this moment could feel so special, when they were in a fucking toilet stall. But Stiles didn't want to think about that now, he just wanted to enjoy it. So he closed his eyes and leaned forward to bury his face in his girlfriend's neck, where he then started to kiss and nib along her skin. He made sure though, to not leave any marks behind. Because as much as he liked doing that, he knew Lydia didn't like it when they were in public.
He started to move, pushing in and out of her wet walls in gentle movements, allowing her to get used to his cock filling her. But Lydia was impatient. Sometimes she enjoyed it slow and soft, like on a Sunday morning, now though, she needed him. Like really needed him and she knew he felt the same. The only reason he held back was for her comfort.
So she leaned forward as well and traced her tongue along his earlobe, before whispering. "Take me, Stiles. Hard."
Stiles breath almost stopped at Lydia's words. She said out loud, what he was wishing for as well. That was something he liked about their relationship. They both always said what they wanted from the other, it made everything so much more easier, because guessing could only bring you so far.
Lydia felt one of Stiles' hand leave her thigh, he moved it to her head instead, where he grabbed her hair again in a firm grip to pull her back from his neck. He looked at her with blown pupils and then pressed his lips on hers without a second thought. Lydia moaned into the kiss, when she felt him instantly picking up his pace His thrusts got rougher and deeper and that's exactly what she wanted and he needed. His fingers buried themselves in the soft skin of her thighs, while his other hand tightened in her hair. She let out another pleasure filled sigh at his roughness, while treading her own fingers in his hair as well, pulling on the longer strands to urge him on. And it worked. Lydia's responsiveness caused him to take her harder, pulling his hips back until only the tip of his cock was inside her and then slamming right back into her heat.
With every harsh thrust of his, Lydia's back hit the wall behind her in a steady rhythm. She was sure, if anybody stood outside that door, they would hear it, but that didn't worry her at the moment. The only thing she could concentrate on, were Stiles' rough palms on her skin and his hips meeting hers with every push forward.
Their kiss broke, when both of them could only breath into each others mouths anymore, too far gone to move their lips in sync with the other. So Stiles mouthed along her jaw instead. His hand in her hair loosened their grip and wandered down over her shoulder to her front. His fingers circled around her throat instead, holding her firmly, but not tight enough to actually choke her, just so he could angle her head in the direction he wanted for his lips, and for her to let go and give herself over into his hold.
Because Lydia loved being taken care of. She was always the one in control; at school, because she was smart and witty, at home, where her mom did everything for her she wanted and in her relationship, because Stiles was damaged and he relied on her help. It was only in her sex life, where she could let go of her control and instead give it over to Stiles, where it was just her and her boyfriend. There was no one, she needed to pretend to be someone else, no one she needed to take care of.
So she enjoyed every kiss and bite Stiles left on her jaw and neck, enjoyed the light pressure around her throat and Stiles' heavy thrusts inside of her, filling her over and over again without stopping. Her legs grew tired, but she tried her best to hold them place. Stiles noticed her struggle though, so he slung both of his arms around her, to turn them around. He fumbled with the lock and when he got the door open, he went out of the small stall, still buried deep inside her and his jeans slipping his thighs further down with every step. But in the end, he managed to carry Lydia over to the counter, where he sat her down. They didn't care, there could walk someone in on them any moment, Lydia even liked the thrill of it, but at the moment they were just both desperate to get off.
When they were both set, they started right there, where they left. Stiles had one arm slung around her back, while his other hand disappeared between Lydia's legs to rub on her sensitive spot. Her own hands were both placed on his biceps, where she sunk her nails into his flesh, while he started his hard movements again. His dick was sliding in and out of her wetness, hitting delicious spots inside her that made her shiver. The roughness made her dizzy, but a good kind. Her toes started to curl and her moans got louder. Stiles groaned as well and searched for her lips again. Their kiss was hard and wet and messy, with Lydia stroking her tongue along his and him biting in her bottom lips every now and then.
"Fuck, you're filling me so good." Lydia mumbled in between kisses. Dirty Talk was always a sign, she got closer to her climax. She started to say the naughtiest things without even noticing herself and Stiles absolutely loved it. He was really talk-active himself, that's why phone sex always worked so good between them, too.
"You like it like that, don't you? When I fuck you rough and hard." He replied right back, his lips still plastered on hers, when he grabbed her harder, so he could increase his speed even more. Slapping sounds and moans echoed through the bathroom. And the only thing Lydia could do, was nod and repeat the word 'yes' over and over again, before she tumbled over and came. She bit hard into Stiles' lip and her fingers were scratching his arms and that was all it took for Stiles to follow her right after. He emptied himself inside of her, what he enjoyed every time since Lydia had decided to take the birth control pill and dumping the condoms instead.
Stiles' stinging lip brought him back to reality after his mind blowing orgasm. He licked over it and could taste blood. Lydia really didn't do half things. They both looked at each other, before starting to laugh. But Stiles laugh changed instantly into a groan, when Lydia's walls clenched around his oversensitive cock, which made her laugh even harder. Stiles drew slowly back and grabbed for the paper towels to his right. He helped Lydia clean up and then took care of himself, before slipping his boxers and pants back up his hips. Stiles put a small kiss on Lydia's lips, ignoring the burning sensation on his lip, and then slung his arms around her to take her off the counter.
As soon as she stood on her own feet again, she straightened the wrinkles in her dress. She took Stiles' hand and together they made their way to door. But before they could open it, the door flung open, revealing Isaac in the doorway and a few feet behind him the rest of their group.
"Aw, you're done already? We were just coming to check in on you." Isaac's cocky voice greeted them. Stiles rolled his eyes and didn't comment the other boy's words. He led Lydia around Isaac and out of the bathroom to join his other friends. Allison winked at him, knowing, like everyone else, what had happened in the room. It had been obvious before, when they just walked out of the cafeteria, but now they appearance confirmed everyone's thoughts.
"So Kira, looks like you're owing me five bucks." Isaac said, when he joined the group again.
"Really, Isaac? A bet? Again?" Lydia rolled her eyes, while talking.
"You have no prove." Kira tried to talk herself out of the bet. She knew she would lose, but it was always fun making bets with Isaac and arguing afterwards.
"No prov- what the hell, Kira. Stiles has fucking scratch marks on his arms. Their hair look like they ran through a storm. Even Lydia's lipstick is gone and you know I got you on that one, 'cause she's always wearing lipstick, except when Stiles sucks it right off her lips with kisses.. or when she sucks on his dic-"
"Okay, yeah, I got it. You win." Kira interrupted her friend, before he could finish his sentence. Lydia blushed deeply and hid her face in her boyfriend's arm. Stiles smirked at her, but put his arm around her shoulder to pull her further into his side. Kira stuffed her lost money in Isaac's waiting hand. He grinned at her and sniffed on the money like the idiot he was.
They turned to walk down the hallway and just as Stiles thought the sex topic was done, Allison squeaked loudly and then fell into a loud laughter. Everyone looked at her as if she lost her mind, until she went up behind Stiles and pulled Lydia's forgotten panties out of his back pocket. His eyes grew big and Lydia screeched beside him. Isaac was the loudest one to laugh, but the others joined him just as amused. Even Scott, who had tried the whole day to stay on Stiles' good side, couldn't help but laugh at the turn of events.
"Didn't know you where into wearing panties, Stiles. And there I was, thinking I'd known everything about my best friend." Allison teased.
Stiles huffed and snatched the panties out of Allison's hand, who was wiggling her eyebrows at the couple in front of her. Lydia took her underwear from Stiles, before hiding behind him and using his form and the lockers to her left to pull her panties back on without anyone noticing, well anyone other than her friends for that matter, who were still chuckling over the situation.
"Well, Allison. We're all sharing our underwear here. Not my fault you're not involved, but maybe Scott can help you out on that one." Stiles smirked after his reply. Scott on the other hand started to cough violently, after he choked on his own spit. And even though Stiles had just exposed him like that, he was kinda happy about it. Because it felt like he was part of their group. They all teased each other and it would have hurt more, if Scott would have been the exception.
Scott was on his way home, after an exhausting, but successful first lacrosse practice. Isaac had him brought along and had the whole practice a watch over him to help him, when needed. He was so grateful for that, it meant a lot to him, especially because Isaac did that all on his own, not because Scott had asked him to.
As soon as he had met the coach for the first time, he understood what Allison meant with 'weird sense of humor, but cool though'. He seemed to be that kind of teacher, who says what he thinks. And the Coach seemed to think the strangest stuff.
He'd gotten to know the team and on the first look, they all appeared nice and supporting, and he hoped it would stay that way. One thing for sure, Scott had had a lot of fun and while he had played with the others his favorite sport, he'd kinda thought it wasn't so bad here after all. His new friends, if he could call them like that already, were all nice to him and his team mates seemed pretty okay, too.
After practice, Isaac had asked him if he wanted to come to band practice as well. And though he was curious about Stiles' band, he'd declined and had explained, he didn't want to get on Stiles' nerves too much. He had to show him around school the whole day and then at home he would have to share a room with him, too. The last thing Scott could do, was giving Stiles some space and at least letting him have his band by himself.
Scott used the navigation on his phone to find his way home. Stiles was heading straight after school to the Argents, where they were practicing, so he had to find the way on his own. His mom had texted him as well. She had said, he didn't need to worry about the rest of their stuff at the old house, because she had used her day off to bring everything important to the Stilinksi house. Scott had rolled his eyes after he'd read the message, because it was so typical for his mom to do everything on her own, even though there were enough people around to help. But he was also happy, all their things were moved into the new house now.
When he arrived, he parked his bike beside his mom's car. The Sheriff didn't seem to be home yet and Scott was kinda glad about it. It wasn't like he didn't like Noah or something like that. It just had been a stressful day and it would be nice to only have his mother around for a while, just like it always had been. He entered the house and found his mom in the living room, running through one of the many boxes, which where now stacked along the walls.
"Hey mom." He greeted her. She quickly turned around, it seemed like she didn't hear him coming through the door. Melissa smiled at him and walked over to her son. Scott circled his arms around her slim shoulders in greeting and sighed contently. It felt like coming home and as stupid as it sounded, he just needed a hug from his mom at the moment.
After they parted, Scott helped his mom unpack a few of their things, while he told her about his adventurous first day. He let out the part of Lydia and Stiles having sex in a toilet stall though, instead he spoke more about Allison. Melissa could clearly see how fond her son was of the girl and she was happy, he found new friends and accepted the new chapter of his life.
When they took a break, Scott let himself fall on the sofa. He pulled his phone out of his jeans pocket and looked through his notifications, nothing really special until he saw that Allison had followed him on twitter. He straightened himself in excitement and opened the app on his phone. A smile formed on his lips without him noticing, while he looked over Allison's side. He pushed the Follow button, before scrolling down, where he saw a new post. It was a picture of Allison with a huge bow and an arrow in her hand, aiming at something behind the camera. The post was directed to him, because she wrote above 'well, how do I look with that bow and arrow?'. And behind that she had his name tagged.
Scott looked on the post for over a minute without doing anything, before he hit the Reply button. He decided on a meme, because he simply couldn't find words on his own. The photo showed a man and he said 'Mark me down as scared and horny'. Scott thought that was pretty fitting.
At first he wasn't sure, if he really should flirt openly with her, especially because of Stiles. But he couldn't think about Stiles' feelings for the rest of his life and he really wanted Allison to know he liked her, so if he would get punched for it, at least Allison knew he wanted to get to know her better. And when Allison replied with a gif, where a woman wiggled her eyebrows, he got confirmed in his actions.
He actually was excited about school tomorrow, just because he would see Allison again. The girl, who was constantly on his mind, even though he barely knew her. The girl, who was his stepbrother's best friend. The girl, he would ask out on a date, as soon as they knew each other better.
AN: As I said in the first chapter, this story is on ao3 as well and there I use photos in my chapter. In this one I put Allison's and Scott's twitter postings, you can check it out if you want. :) xx