Love Bites

Lunch had rolled around and discovered I had two classes with Scott and Stiles and one class with Stiles. It wasn’t all bad since I had four classes with Aiden, which I hated. He was only in my advanced classes because for the past year, I was doing my homework and his as well. I shook my head at the thought and took a bite into my apple. I couldn’t help but stare at how repulsive Aiden and his girlfriend were being.

“Scar, if you want to get over him, you’re just going to have to get over the fact that Aiden never really cared about you and has someone new.” Scott said. I glared at Scott.

“You’re not helping.” I seethed. Scott got the hint and made small conversation about the new girl in homeroom. I took another bite into my apple and concluded that I had no appetite after seeing Aiden and that slut practically suck off each other’s faces. I grumbled and placed my head on the table. “Fuck me up the asshole.” I said sarcastically. Stiles and Scott looked at each other and laughed hysterically.

“I’d take you up on that offer, but I don’t think that’s sanitary or feels good at all.” Stiles joked. I scoffed and gathered my things. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, I was kidding. You don’t have to leave.” Stiles looked at my sorrowful eyes, getting up to stop me.

“It’s not you, Stiles. It’s…” I glanced over at Aiden trying to feed his new toy. “It’ him.”

“So where are you going to go then?” Scott asked, getting up as well. I sighed and slung my backpack over my shoulder.

“I’m going to blow off some steam before volleyball practice. Good luck at lacrosse today, guys. I wish I could be there.” I looked down as I said those words. I was always there for their tryouts no matter what, but this year volleyball prevented me from doing so.

“You’re not going to be there?” Scott questioned, with a hint of sadness in his voice.

“I’m sorry, Scottie. But I have volleyball conditioning.” I answered, giving both of them a hug.

“Bu-bu-but.” They said in unison.

“No but’s guys. I promise to be there at your first game, okay?” I smiled in reassurance. I waved bye and walked out of the cafeteria, into the breezy hallway.

“Scarlett!” Stiles called out after me. I whipped my head around and saw him running towards me. He cupped my face and looked into my piercing green eyes with his gorgeous hazel eyes. “Promise me you won’t cry over that tool, okay?” I couldn’t help but blush.

“I-I promise, Stiles.” I said as he still cupped my face. He pulled me into a hug and patted my back.

“You better mean it, Scar. You’re my best friend and I hate it when you’re sad. Especially when it’s over someone who didn’t deserve you at all.” Stiles said sincerely, pulling me out of his arms. “Be safe, okay?” He said with a goofy grin. I chuckled and nodded. He waved and headed back to Scott. Do… Do I feel butterflies? I blushed again and walked to the library. Thank god I had a free period before volleyball practice.



“Hussle, ladies, hussle!” Coach Harrison yelled. I adjusted my hair for the second time. Coach Harrison really had decided to work us on the first day. Sprints, hitting the ball, spiking drill, anything related to volleyball or running, you name it. Luckily, all my summer training had paid off and I was sure I would be a starting player this year.

“Mine!” I yelled at the ball went over the net. I dove for the ball and hit it back over the net. The ball landed before anyone could reach for it. I smiled lightly to myself, knowing I just scored the winning point.

“Alright ladies, since most of you seemed to not be working as a team, I want you to run this whole school. Three times, together. And if all of you don’t come back, together, you’re going to be here until 5 pm.” Coach Harrison explained. I huffed and took off my tank top, showing off my toned stomach. It might have been freezing outside, but I was sweating up a rainstorm, a little cold would do me good. I took deep breaths as I walked over to the starting line of our trail. Strangely, I wasn’t tired from this brutal practice.

“I want you all back in twenty minutes or less. Ready, set, go!” All of us took off and looped around the lacrosse field. I couldn’t help but notice Scott was doing rather well as a goalie. Scott McCall, my best friend. I furrowed my brows as I kept a steady pace with my team. By the third time we came around, Coach Finstock was picking on Stiles.

“Hurry up, Adams.” A girl hissed. “I don’t want to be here until 5.” I rolled my eyes and picked up my pace slightly. In no time, we were back into the small gym.

“Good work today, ladies.” Coach Harrison grumbled out. “Tomorrow, I’ll be announcing team captains and co-captains. See you tomorrow.” All the girls headed for the locker room, but instead I headed for the lacrosse field, not bothering to put on my tank top. I could hear Stiles screaming like a little girl as Scott was still doing well.

“Stiles, what’s up with Scott?” I asked, still trying to catch my breath. Stiles jumped up and down, not looking at me.

“I don’t know but he’s doing ama- holy toned stomach!” Stiles exclaimed staring at my abs. He poked them in shock. “When did this happen?” He was almost shocked that I wasn’t capable of being fit. I rolled my eyes.

“Over the summer, since I was basically grounded for most of it. I worked out a lot and got better at some sports.” I explained, wiping off my sweat. A gust of wind came by and I could feel the goose bumps rising.

“You should really hit the showers. You stink.” Stiles teased, plugging his nose. I stuck my tongue out and rubbed my arms, which Stiles took notice of.

“Good idea. Can I get a ride home?” I asked, still rubbing my arms. He nodded and handed me his jacket.

“Put this on before you catch a cold. I can’t have you getting me sick. You’ll ruin my chances with Lydia.” I shook my head and walked away from him. I put his jacket over my body and couldn’t help but feel somewhat jealous. Wait, me? Jealous of Lydia and Stiles? What the hell is going on.