Stiles was ecstatic when he left the men's locker rooms. "Dude, can you believe this? You're a captain. I'm first line. I'm first freaking line!" Stiles raved as they made their way out of the changing room, "Are you not freaking out? I'm freaking out."
"What's the point? It's just a stupid title. And I could practically smell the jealousy in there," stated Scott.
"Wait, you smell jealousy?" Stiles inquired, a plan forming in his head through his shock.
"Yeah, it's like the full moon's turned everything up to ten," Scott groaned.
"Can you pick up on stuff like, I don't know, desire?" Stiles asked, acting casually as he could, spotting Elle and Lydia down the hall.
"What do you mean desire?" he looked at his friend perplexed.
"Like sexual desire?" Stiles nodded.
"Sexual desire?"
"Yeah, sexual desire. Lust, passion, arousal," Stiles listed.
"From Elle?"
"What? No, in a general, broad sense, can you determine sexual desire?" Stiles questioned, going red.
"From Elle to you?" Scott persisted. Scott looked back and forth between his friend and the blonde, watching her walk away but Lydia staying to wait for someone.
"Fine, yes, from Elle to me. Look, I need to know if I have a chance with this girl, okay? I've been obsessing over her since the third freakin' grade. We've had a few moments since you became all Jacob Black and I need to know if it meant anything to her." ranted Stiles.
"Why don't you just ask her?"
"Well, to save myself utterly crushing humiliation. But Lydia will know. Thank you, Scott. Okay? So, please, can you just go up and ask Lydia if Elle likes me? See if Lydia's heartbeat rises and she's telling the truth or not?"
"Fine," Scott caved in, walking away from the Stilinkski boy towards the strawberry blonde.
"We-I love you. I love you. You're my best friend in the whole world!" Stiles shouted towards him, not knowing he'd soon regret asking him.
"Hey, Lydia? Can we talk for a second?" Scott asked her when he made it to her.
"Of course," she said, waving goodbye to one of the fake friends she has and Scott pulled her into Coach's empty office and shut the door behind her, "Is this about the other night? You needed someone to talk to?"
"Just I needed to ask you something. Do you, uh-Do you know if Allison still likes me?" Lydia sighed, knowing she does but she just needs time.
"Of course she still likes you," Lydia said.
"Really?" Scott asked.
"She'll always like you. As friends. Just friends," Lydia smirked, walking closer to Scott.
"Just friends," Scott repeated, also moving forwards.
"If you ask me-of course, nobody asks me-she made a big mistake. Ask me how I know that," Lydia spoke, voice turning huskier with lust by the minute.
"How?"
"Because I know you locked us in there to protect us. Because I know that when a guy risks his life for you, you should be grateful." Her fingers reached his chest and they ran up and down it softly, enticing him to do something neither of them wanted.
"Are you grateful?" he asked, leaning down to close a slight distance between them.
"I think you'd be pretty surprised at just how grateful I can be," Lydia said before slamming her lips onto his, both of them moulding together as they pushed against each other in complete lust, no traces of passion or love to be found. She wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing him down further to her.
The pair kissed, not seeing Allison watching through the window.
"Hey. What happened?" Stiles inquired eagerly to hear what Lydia had to say about Elle when Scott walked slowly up to him.
"What?" Scott asked nonchalantly.
"What do you mean, what? Did you ask Lydia? Did she say anything? Did she say Elle liked me? Did she imply Elle liked me?" Stiles spurted off questions.
A sickening smirk etched its way onto Scott's face who was completely taken over by the full moon in his actions, "Yeah. Yeah, she likes you. In fact, she's totally into you."
"Let's go, next! Perfect," Coach yelled.
"Scott, you okay, dude? Look, I know we just got good news and all, but there's still seven hours till the full moon, okay?"
"Let's go! Guess some people don't appreciate your new status there, McCall. Who's next? Let's go. You have a problem with that, Bilinski?"
"What? Yeah, no," Stiles answered, confused on what response he should give.
"All right, you're up, big boy. Let's go! That's it, McCall! That's the spirit! You earn it! Earn it, McCall!" Coach yelled.
Scott flipped back up from where he was knocked down and grabbed his stick, preparing to go again using a little wolf strength. He scooped up another ball in his net and ran forward knocking down the two players blocking his way, flipping one over his shoulder. When they were down, he whacked the goalie in the side of the face and scored. Every player ran over to Danny, one of the injured players from Scott while he stayed over by the goal containing his wolf side again as much as he could.
"Danny! Oh, man, Danny!" a team mate cried. "We didn't hit him that hard," the opposition said. "Danny, are you okay?" One of the other players asked.
"Dude, what the hell are you doin'?" Stiles queried as he ran over to Scott who was still by the goal.
"He's twice the size of me!" reasoned Scott.
"Come on, watch out." called Coach as he lead him away.
"Yeah, but everybody likes Danny. Now everybody's gonna hate you," hissed Stiles, concerned for his best friend.
"I don't care," shrugged Scott before walking back over to the others.
"Is he okay?" Lydia asked when she and Elle ran over to check on one of there best friends
"It looks like he just has a bloody nose-" Jackson cut himself off, noticing his girlfriend's smudged lipstick.
"What?" Lydia asked.
"Your lipstick." He pointed out.
"Oh. Oh, wonder how that happened," Lydia said sheepishly, fixing it with a worried eye trained on Scott.
"Yeah. I wonder," Jackson scoffed.
Elle nudged Lydia harshly in the ribs. The strawberry blonde faced her with a confused expression. Elle just shook her head, "Not cool, Lyds." Isabelle hissed to her friend.
"Oh, my God! Dude. You scared the hell out of me. Your mom said you weren't home yet," Stiles breathed when he opened his friends bedroom door, expecting it to be empty but Scott sat in the chair in the corner.
"I came in through the window," explained Scott.
"Okay. Uh, well, let's get this set up. I want you to see what I bought."
"I'm fine. I'm just gonna lock the door and go to bed early tonight."
"You sure about that? 'Cause you've got this kind of serial killer look going on in your eyes, and I'm hoping it's the full moon taking effect, 'cause it's really starting to freak me out," admitted Stiles.
"I'm fine. You should go now."
"All right, I'll leave. Well, look, would you just at least look in the bag and see what I bought? You know, maybe you use it, maybe you don't. Sound good?" He asked as he dropped the bag he was holding onto the middle of the floor. He began pulling out chains for Scott to wrap himself up in.
"You think I'm gonna let you put these on and chain me up like a dog?" Scott growled, moving forward.
"Actually, no," answered Stiles, leaning forward and catching Scott's wrist in the handcuffs and attaching it to the radiator.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"Protecting you from yourself and giving you some payback- for lying to me and actually getting my hopes up about Elle." And so he walked out the room.
A few minutes later, he walked back in holding a water bottle, " I brought you some water," he said before holding up a dog bowl with Scott's name on it. He poured the water slowly and tauntingly into the bowl and placed it on the floor near Scott.
Scott flipped it away from him, landing near Stiles when he walked away, yelling "I'm gonna kill you!"
That was when Stiles couldn't hold back anymore. He had been full to the brim of jealousy, anger and hurt just waiting for the McCall to say just a little something for him to overspill. Stiles couldn't imagine what his life would be like without his feelings for Elle. They were too strong for him to comprehend some days but they were getting closer and that made Stiles happier than anything else in the world. But Scott had to go and be a dickhead so now he'll never know and his trust was broken.
"You kissed Lydia. You kissed Lydia then you lied to me about Elle and I can't accept that, okay? This is serious to me. That's, like, the one girl that I ev-and, you know, the past three hours, I've been thinking, it's probably just the full moon, you know, he doesn't even know what he's doing, and tomorrow, he'll be totally back to normal. He probably won't even remember what a complete dumbass he's been. A son of a bitch, a freaking unbelievable piece of crap friend." Stiles ranted, furious with the werewolf.
"She doesn't like you." Scott said.
"What?"
"I asked Lydia. She doesn't like you. She would never go out with someone like you. You should have seen the way Lydia described Elle's feelings for you. She's never going to think of you as anything more than a scrawny boy next door." Scott yelled in frustration pulling at the handcuffs on his wrist, saying anything to get his friend to release him.
Stiles left the room, hurt. He sunk down against the wall going into Scott's room but in the hallway out of sight from Scott. He put his head into his hands as he tried his hardest not to cry.
He kept his mind out of the possibility of Scott's words being true but was failing miserably. What if she didn't care about Stiles at all? He didn't think he would be able to cope with the damage of his heart if that were true. His hands shook a little to stop his head going deeper into those types of thoughts but it were too late.
"Stiles, please let me out. It's the full moon, I swear. You know I wouldn't do any of this on purpose. Please, Stiles, let me out. It's starting to hurt. It's not like the first time. It's the full moon. It's Allison breaking up with me. I know -That it's not just taking a break. She broke up with me. And it's killing me. I feel completely hopeless. Just, please, let me out." Scott begged, coming back to his normal self when he calmed down.
"I can't." Stiles sighed and shook his head.
"No, no, no!" Scott yelled.
Elle found herself stood outside Jackson's house that night. Well, not exactly outside his front door but underneath his bedroom window. She had already text him to tell him to open it for her. She clambered up the side of the house using the guttering and tree next door as leverage.
Jackson sat on his bed with a raised brow as she slipped through the window into his room. "You know it's normally the guy that does that right?"
Elle shrugged as she perched next to him on the bed. "Why let the guys have all the fun?" She signed looking towards Jackson, "How are you feeling?"
"Like you care." Jackson scoffed. He knew that was harsh and that's she really did care but he was hurt by Lydia's actions more than he was willing to admit.
"We both know that's bullshit and that I'll get you to tell me what's up eventually so you might as well break now." Elle reasoned.
Jackson groaned and fell back in the bed. "You're best friends with Lydia, whatever I say is gonna go back to her."
Elle scoffed and fell back with him, reaching for his hand. "You're my best friend too. Whatever is said between us stays between us, that I can promise you." She paused for a beat, "J, let me in. Please."
Jackson sighed, wrapping an arm round her shoulder and pulling her in close before letting his feelings off of his chest. Elle wrapped an arm round his torso as he ranted and released all of his emotions.
They laid there for a while, half on the bed, wrapped up together with the bottom half of their legs swinging off the edge of the bed. Jackson kissed the top of Elle's head as the slowly sat back up. "Are you staying here tonight?"
Elle shrugged, "Do you want me to?" Jackson stared at her for a while before nodding. "Then yes I am."