A/N: Another chapter for you guys. I hope you're really liking it. I would love to read what your thoughts are. I have a few people who have commented multiple times, and I greatly appreciate it. Anyway, Here's the chapter. Enjoy!

Stiles drives us to the school and I head to the field, to get a seat on the bleachers, as he heads to the locker room. Within minutes of my arrival, the seats are starting to fill. As both teams gather by the field I see Scott's mom. She's waving to him, and I breathe a sigh of relief. Good. He's here. If he wasn't I would have completely freaked out.

"Mrs. McCall!" I call to her. She looks over and smiles at me. I pat the space next to me. As she makes her way through the other spectators I feel someone sit on the other side of me. I look to my left and see Allison with her dad. She looks to me and sends a smile my way. I look back to the bench and see Stiles sitting with his helmet off. One of these days he'll play. I'll just have to get Scott to help me motivate him. As the whistle blows I see the Sheriff walk up behind his son and talk to him for a second. Another body squeezes in between me and Allison. I look to see Lydia. Oh great.

"Ty, why aren't you wearing a heavier jacket?" Mrs. McCall asks from next to me. "It's freezing out here." I look down and see my breath.

"I don't really feel that cold." I tell her as I rub my hands together. I look back to Stiles on the bench. He's biting his glove nervously.

"Oooh. I get it." She says. I look back at her in confusion. "The adrenaline, endorphins, and rushing blood associated with young love." She nods her head towards Stiles. I look back to the field.

"Maybe." I say. The field is filled with players from both teams. The whistle sounds and the game starts. I can feel the excitement of Scott's mom radiating from her. The first play starts but no one on our team will pass to Scott. I'm kinda thankful for that. Scott tries to go for the ball when it's dropped to the ground. Before he can get there, Jackson knocks him down and takes the ball. Mrs. McCall tenses next to me, seeing her son fall to the ground. Jackson makes it to the goal and gets a point. Everyone cheers, but I'm too nervous about Scott. His mom reluctantly stands up and claps, and Allison and Lydia jump up in celebration. I stay seated.

The two girls next to me lift up a sign reading 'We Luv U Jackson'. I see Scott look towards us, and he doesn't look happy about Allison holding up that sign for Jackson. Stiles looks back at it too, before making eye contact with me. He mouths something to himself before turning back to the field. I just know that the rest of this game is not going to be good for my nerves. As everyone settles back on the bleacher seats the players set up for the next play. The whole game, no one passes to Scott, but I can tell he's getting more upset every play. We're down to the last minute and a half of the game, and we're down by two.

"Which one is Scott again?" Allison's dad asks.

"Number eleven." I answer without looking towards him.

"Otherwise known as the only player who hasn't caught a single ball this entire game." Lydia says in her know-it-all tone.

"Maybe because your boyfriend refuses to let anyone pass it to him." I bite back at her comment.

"Who asked you?" She asks me.

"I think you did, with that stupid comment." My eyes are fixed onto Scott as he sets up for the play.

"I hope he's okay." Allison says.

"I hope we're okay." Lydia adds. "We need to win this." She stands up next to me and grabs another sign. "Allison? Little help here?" I look over and see them holding the sign together. Oh Geeze. The sign reads: Jackson is #1! Please don't let Scott look up here. Just as I turn to the field I see Scott looking at the sign, and I can tell that this is not going to end well. I bounce my leg up and down as the whistle is blown.

The ball is tossed in the air by the other team, and Scott jumps in the air, and pushes off of a player's shoulder to catch the ball. He starts running towards the goal, and I am happy for him. I just hope he doesn't wolf out in front of everyone here. He dodges everyone and makes the goal. Mrs. McCall and I stand up and shout in support. Lydia stays sitting, and I send a smug look her way. Everyone on the bench is cheering too.

As they set up for the next play I hear Coach Finstock tell everyone to pass to Scott. The opposite team gained the ball, but when they stood in front of Scott it seemed like he just passed the ball over to him. What? Scott makes a run for the goal and throws the ball towards the net. The goalie tries to catch it, but it tears right through the net on his stick. We stand and cheer once again. With fourty seconds to go, we only needed to keep the other team from scoring and get one more goal.

The play starts and, once again, it seems that the other team passes the ball to Scott. He stops on the field, taking in the opposition in his way. Something seems different. No, no, no. He was doing so well. With five seconds left, Scott throws the ball to the net and it's in. Everyone cheers as time runs out. We won. My gaze stays on Scott. He takes off his glove and looks at his hand then runs towards the school. Oh no. Everyone from the bleachers runs onto the field except for me. I just stand up and look around for Stiles. He's still sitting on the bleachers, and the only other person with us is his dad. I walk down to the ground level and walk over to Stiles.

"Something doesn't feel right, Stiles." I whisper to him.

"What do you mean?" He asks, standing from the bench.

"Scott ran into the school." Both of us look towards the school when we hear a phone ring. We look back at the Sheriff.

"Dad, what's wrong?" The Sheriff holds up a finger to us. I look back at the school and see Allison running towards it. This is really not gonna end well.

"Allison followed him." I whispered to myself, but Stiles hears me. We impatiently wait for his dad to get off the phone and tell us what's going on.

"Well, Derek's out of jail." He says to us.

"What?" Stiles asks in shock.

"The medical examiner says an animal killed the poor girl." He shakes his head. "We had to release him." Stiles and I look at each other. I quickly grab Stiles' hand and we run to the locker room in the school. When we're far from the field I speak up.

"I hope we don't find Allison's dead body." I say, breathing heavy. "Man, I am so out of shape."

"I think you're in perfect shape." Stiles says as I drag him behind me.

"Can we not joke around?" I say in a harsh tone. "A girl could be dead because of our friend." We run the rest of the way in silence. I let Stiles lead the way into the actual locker room, our hands still connected. He walks us back towards the showers, but sees something and turns to me, backing me up. "What?" I whisper. He just shakes his head and tries to block my view of what is happening. But, I saw it, and a smile grew on my face. Allison and Scott were sharing a kiss. It was really sweet.

"Can you stop watching them?" Stiles whispers to me.

"Why? It's cute." Stiles grabs my face in both his hands and makes me look at him.

"If they see you spying on them, they're gonna be weirded out." He replies.

"I think you're just jealous." I tell him.

"Why would I be jealous when I have you?" He asks me. He leans closer to me and I put my hand over his mouth.

"Don't even think about it." I whisper harshly at him. "My first kiss is not gonna be in a boys locker room."

"You just said that it was cute." He says through my hand.

"Yeah, for them. Plus, we haven't even gone on a date or anything." I point out to him. "This morning, you didn't even know that I liked you." We hear a throat clear behind Stiles. I look over his shoulder to see Scott and Allison standing there, watching us.

"It's about time." Scott says.

"Oh please, you just figured it out on the first day of school." I snap back at him. Allison smiles and giggles at us. I feel my cheeks get warm as both of them just smile at us.

"Well, I gotta get back to my dad." Allison says. "See you guys later." We watch as she leaves, then Stiles and I turn to Scott.

"I kissed her." He says, in a daze, still looking at the door she left through.

"We saw." Stiles says.

"She kissed me." Scott continues.

"Yup, saw that too." I say.

"It's pretty good, huh?" Stiles asks.

"I don't know how, but I controlled it." Scott says, referring to his wolfing out earlier. "I pulled it back. Maybe I can do this. Maybe it's not that bad."

"Yeah." Stiles says. "We'll talk later then." Stiles comments as he pats Scott on his chest pads. When he goes to turn away Scott grabs the front of his jersey.

"What?" Scott asks wit a serious expression on his face now. Stiles sighs. I know he doesn't want to ruin Scott's mood. But, he needs to hear it, so I pipe up.

"The medical examiner looked at the other half of the body you guys found." I tell him.

"And?"

"Well," Stiles starts. "I'll keep it simple. Medical examiner determines killer of girl to be animal, not human. Derek is Human, not animal. Derek not killer. Derek let out of jail."

"Are you kidding?" Scott asks.

"You wish." I say.

"And here's the bigger kick in the ass." Stiles says. "My dad ID'd the dead girl, both halves." I look at him in surprise. I didn't know this little bit of information. He must have heard something from his dad another time. "Her name was Laura Hale."

"Hale?" Scott and I ask at the same time.

"Derek's sister." Stiles clarifies. As the shock starts to really settled in I hear the rest of the team start to come back to get changed.

"I guess I'll wait outside." I tell them. I reluctantly leave the locker room and lean against the lockers in the hallway. With my alone time I think of the information Stiles just gave. It was Derek's sister. So, was he just giving his sister a proper burial? Or did he truly kill his own sister? Soon, my feet grow tired, waiting for the boys, and I slide down the lockers to sit on the ground with my legs stretched out in front of me. The players start coming out, but none of them are who I'm looking for. Of course they would be the last ones out.

"Hey." I hear Stiles as he rushes out and stands in front of me. Scott stands next to me with a huge smile on his face. "You wanna go bowling?" Stiles asks me. I look at him with a questioning expression.

"When?" I ask. He looks to Scott before answering.

"Tuesday, I think." He says as he holds a hand out to me. I place my right hand in the offered one and he helps me off the ground.

"Sure." I answer. "I'm not that good, though." He smiles at me, and a smile makes its way to mine.

"Oh, I know." He says. "You had a birthday party at the bowling alley one year and we discovered that we all are awful at it. We had to get them to put up the bumpers." I laugh and cover my mouth.

"Oh my God." I say. "How could I forget that?" he puts his arm around my shoulder with his backpack over his other shoulder. He starts to lead me towards the door.

"I don't know, but you better not forget it this time." He answers. We walk out to the parking lot and get in the Jeep. We drop off Scott first. On the way to my house, the tension is palpable. But, it's a good kind of tension. I feel my cheeks heat up as I smile to myself. Does this mean we're dating? Sadly, he arrives at my house in no time. He parks Baby Blue, and I can feel his gaze on the side of my head. "So," He says.

"So," I say when he doesn't say anything else. I turn to him and wait.

"You wanna come over tomorrow?" He asks me. He grimaces. Is he expecting me to say no?

"Yeah, I'd love to come over tomorrow." I answer him. He lets out a sigh of relief and relaxes into his seat.

"Okay, good." He says. "I'll text you tomorrow morning."

"Okay." I smile. I lean forward and kiss his cheek before getting out of the Jeep. "See you tomorrow."

"Yeah, see ya." He says. I turn around and run towards the door. I unlock the door and turn back to see him still watching me in his car. I wave to him before entering my house and closing the door. After closing it I lean against it and I can't wipe the smile on my face. Nothing can bring me down. My dream has finally come true. With that thought in my head, I change and lay down. My phone sounds. The sender's name makes me smile wider, if that's even possible. I open the message. "Sweet dreams." It says.

"I hope to see you there." I text back. With that I put my phone down and fall asleep, hoping I really do see Stiles in my dreams tonight.

A/N: Aahh! So cute. I hope you guys liked this chapter. The next chapter will be the next day, when they are going to hang out. It will most likely be a short chapter, so be prepared.