"Ah! Come on!" Another ball was shot towards the goal, but missed by just a sliver. Stiles threw his lacrosse stick in the air in frustration. The usual red and black helmet he wore, thrown to the ground as well. He wore a pair of white and red gloves, some black track pants, and the grey Nike shirt that hugged his biceps perfectly. Scott laughed as he watched a very frustrated Stiles pout from across the field. "I was doing so good! What happened?"
Coach had put the boys in partners for today's practice. Stiles was always paired with Scott because Scott had learned to excel in the sport without using his supernatural strength, so maybe he could teach Stiles. All the other boys on the team had stopped when they saw just how good Stiles was doing, they were shocked that he of all people could be doing so well. As soon as Stiles messed up, the crowd dispersed.
"Stiles, you're thinking too much! Just go with the flow!" Scott advised. He walked over to his best friend so they didn't have to yell across the field. "Are you thinking about her again?"
"Scott please." Stiles huffed, tongue darting out to lick his lips as his eyes wandered to the bench she sat at laughing with a few of her friends. "I am capable of thinking about things other than Y/N." A small smirk formed across Scott's lips, not believing a single word his best friend had just said.
"Alright." He shrugged. "I guess you wouldn't care if I told you that right before you missed, she was staring at you."
"She was what?" Stiles asked, suddenly interested in what he had to say.
Scott smirked when he saw Y/N's eyes roaming over Stiles body. "Don't look now, but she's looking again." Stiles went to turn around and look at her, but Scott slapped his arm. "I said don't look now."
Stiles rubbed the spot Scott hit on his arm as he frowned. Slowly, he looked over and saw Y/N biting her lip as she watched his every movement. Her Y/E/C eyes ran over his arms and hands. Veins and all had her full attention. The way she was looking at him sent a shiver up his spine. Confidence swarmed in his body and he wanted to try practicing again. "Again!" Stiles smirked and winked at the girl, a blush formed over her face and chest as she was caught.
"Why don't you just ask her out already?" Liam asked, joining his older companions. "It's obvious you both like each other."
"It's complicated." Stiles replied.
"What's so complicated about it?" Liam challenged. "You like her, she likes you. There's absolutely nothing complicated about that."
Knowing that the younger beta was right he shifted his weight from one foot to the other while he shamefully stole another glance at her. Liam and Scott exchanged amused glances as Stiles silently contemplated the previous statement.
"What?" Stiles snapped when a small laugh escaped Liam.
"I'm right and you know it." He smirked.
"Beat it Liam, don't you have a hole to fall in or something?" Stiles quipped, annoyed, sending Scott into a fit of laughter.
"Alright, see ya later tough guy, but you know I'm right." Liam shot at Stiles and started walking backwards towards the bench near the bleachers. He sat down and relished in the fact that he could get such a rise out of Stiles. "Just ask her out already. It's disgusting watching you two eye fuck each other all day."
"He's got a point, Stiles." Scott turned to his friend and smiled.
Stiles took his eyes off Scott and looked back at Y/N. The timing was perfect because from across the field he could see her laugh at something Malia had said to her. She was effortlessly beautiful. "She's too good for me, Scott. Do you really think she'd go for a guy like me?"
