pull me closer {teen wolf}

03

THE THREE OF US WALKED ONTO THE FIELD. Dozens of people were on the field, wearing the red lacrosse uniform. We joined a few other people on the bleachers, sitting to watch their practice.

"Lydia, do you know if the coach looking for new players?" I asked.

"Well, I'm sure Coach would need more guys on the bench," Lydia replied.

"You want to try lacrosse?" Allison questioned.

"Yes, a girl playing lacrosse sounds fun,' I said, and she raised her eyebrows. "No, my brother's looking for something," I explained. "He was the quarterback for football at my old school."

"Oh," Allison responded, facing back to the field.

On the field, I saw one boy look over this way and at Allison. I remembered him from our first period. He had a mop of dark brown hair and he kind of looked a bit wimpy to be playing lacrosse. Sitting on the bench in front of us at the end, I recognized who the teachers called Stilinski. He, too, didn't look like someone who played lacrosse, hence the reason he sat on the bench.

"So that's the coach?" I spoke, looking at the man who threw the boy a helmet.

"Let's go! Come on!" the coach yelled.

"Who is that?" Allison asked.

"Him?" Lydia acknowledged, looking at the boy from before. "I'm not sure who he is. Why?"

"He's in my English class," Allison answered.

I smirked. It must have been love at first sight.

The whistle blew. The other boys had lined up with their lacrosse sticks and a ball. The first boy threw and the goalie was hit in the face, falling back into the net. If it weren't for the helmet, he'd have a black eye or a broken nose.

He stood up, discouraged. The next boy caught the white ball, ran a few steps, then threw the ball. I expected another fail, however, the goalie caught it. No one expected that, not even the goalie himself.

The next in line walked up. They threw the ball low. Again, he nearly caught it. One after the other, he caught the balls. They were getting competitive now.

"He seems pretty good," Allison complimented.

"Yeah, very good," Lydia agreed.

"There you are!" called a voice.

I turned around, Alex climbing the bleacher, and he took a seat beside me.

"I was thinking— "

"Who's this?" Lydia asked, staring at my brother up and down.

"Alex, this is Lydia Martin," I introduced.

"Hi," he said politely, then said, "So, what I was saying earlier, I talked to the principal just a while ago and he said lacrosse would be a good sport to play as an extracurricular activity."

"I'm starting to think maybe you shouldn't," I told him truthfully.

"Why?" he asked.

I shook my head and mouthed the words, "Not now."

"Oh, there's Jackson!" Lydia exclaimed.

Jackson came up to the front of the line, determined. He ran forward, raised his stick, jumped, and then threw the ball with all his might. Somehow, the goalie caught it swiftly.

Lydia stood up, clapping and cheering, along with many others. The goalie threw it back to the one with the whistle and half an hour later, it ended.

"How was I?" Jackson asked once he got to the bleachers.