"Great game, everyone. Except Stilinski. Stilinski, try to suck less at the next one, okay?" Coach slapped Stiles on his back, and Stiles made a silent 'ouch' in Scott's direction. Scott grinned, slamming his locker and throwing his backpack over his left shoulder. He sat on the bench next to Stiles as Stiles tied his shoes. They heard Coach say, "Jackson, excellent as always. Oh jesus, Greenberg! Ever heard of towels? It's been thirty minutes, why are you naked!"
"So you haven't seen that guy in awhile, right?" Scott commented out of the blue, and Stiles glanced at him.
"No, why?" Stiles asked, curious why Scott was bringing up something that happened over a week ago. He hadn't even so much as run into the guy in the grocery store, so he thought the ordeal was over.
Scott patted his thighs as he bit his lower lip lightly, then said, "His sister is really hot. I was wondering if you thought I might have a chance asking her to prom."
Stiles' jaw dropped as he looked disgusted and promptly, "No! No, I mean why? Why would you do that? Did you not see her brother? He's like almost six feet of solid muscle! Do you have a death wish?"
"Well she's in my Spanish class, and I thought it would be cool to go to senior prom with someone. Like, Stiles, really, she's so cute. Her butt-"
"Yeah, knew it was going to be the butt."
"It's not just her butt, Stiles. It's her. She's like, mouthy. It's hot." Scott frowned, then stood up. "So you don't think I have a chance with her?"
"I'm not saying that." Stiles said after a moment, but Scott had taken the hint. "...I might be saying that." Scott sighed with exasperation, then frowned.
"Thanks. Well I think my mom's probably waiting to take me out to eat, so I'm gonna go. See you later Stiles," He said, giving a half wave. Stiles nodded in acknowledgement, tying his other shoelace. He looked up to see Coach walking by.
"Stilinski, you're killing me. You're still here? You're slower than Greenberg. I don't think I have to tell you how sad that is. Here, lock up and throw the keys on my desk before class tomorrow. I've got a date and I'm not letting you screw it up." He tossed a ring of keys at Stiles, and then walked out of the door and Stiles heard it shut.
"Guess I'm the last one here," Stiles muttered, standing up and turning to grab his bag off the locker, rummaging through it. He dug out a power bar and then ripped it open, sticking it in his mouth as he closed the locker, balancing everything delicately. He slammed his locker shut with his elbow, then started off towards the door, confident he had retrieved everything.
"Fff." He said out loud with the power bar in his mouth still, then dropped his bag on a bench a few lockers over, looking inside. "F'own." He turned back with the keys on his wrist to open his locker, grabbing his phone from the top shelf, then shut it again. When he turned, his bag was gone.
"Huh?" He walked over to where he threw his bag, looking under the bench. Obviously it hadn't fallen, but it wasn't there, so it baffled him. He took the power bar out of his mouth, staring with bewilderment at the spot where his bag used to be. "..what the fuck. I put it right here. Greenberg? Are you still here?..Danny, not funny." He said out loud, walking around. "Scott?" He asked after a moment of silence, a nervous feeling growing in the pit of his stomach. "Someone here?"
He turned and fell back in shock at seeing someone in the corner of his eye, hitting the locker. When he realized it was a full length mirror at the end of the lockers, he cursed under his breath as he looked at his fallen power bar. "...the five second rule can't protect food from this floor. It's seen things." He left it where it was, now on the hunt for his bag.
"Okay, whoever's here should know that bag you're holding onto has dirty lacrosse clothes in it. I mean three weeks not washed lacrosse clothes. I don't carry money either." He turned to look around the empty side of the locker room, cursing under his breath. It was dark, he wanted to go home, but his keys were in that damn bag. Maybe the person knew that. Maybe they were car thieves. But that was stupid, why would a teenager try stealing another teenager's ride? It's not like they wouldn't have to drive it to the same destination the next day. He heard something shift around the corner, and he quickly rounded the corner of lockers. "Hey!"
He saw a flash of black jacket, then his bag was sitting on the floor, contents spilled out. Slowly he walked over, approaching the bag cautiously as he bent down to shove everything back in it. He dug to the bottom afterwards, feeling his keys there. "I'm out of here," He said quickly, freaked out enough for one night. He forgot to lock the locker room door in his hurry, throwing the keys in his bag and jogged down the hall at an impressive speed.