𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 ▷ Stiles Stilinski²

52|make a difference

I nodded, taking a breath. "All right. Let's do this."

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Less than half of an hour later Scott, Stiles, Isaac and I were sitting on the bench beside the field. The bleachers were filled with spectators of each side of the game, everyone preparing their signs and talking amongst themselves.

The charity games were always a big deal - tickets, cameras, excitable fans. To be honest, they were some of the games I enjoyed the most; the energy was like nothing else.

The vans with the antennas for the broadcasts had arrived and everything was almost ready for the game. And yet, Coach still hadn't withdrawn.

"Guys, why hasn't Coach said anything yet?" I asked the boys.

The three looked at each other for a moment. Stiles leaned forward, glancing at the trucks, before standing up and walking over to Coach. I got up and followed him as he approached the man.

"Hey, Coach, now is the, uh, time to forfeit the game," Stiles told the Coach as he stopped beside him.

When Coach stayed silent, I leaned forward so I could face the man. "Coach, he means, like, right now."

More silence.
Stiles glanced at me with wide eyes, before facing the Coach again. "You gotta. . . Coach."

The man crossed his arms, still looking out at the lacrosse field. "Stilinski, Winters, I've never forfeited a game and I never will. Get on the field, Stilinski."

He then blew his whistle, riling up the crowd further. Both teams began to filter out onto the field, my friends hesitant to follow. Liam, Isaac, Kira and Scott went out on to the field, while Stiles hung back beside me.

"Coach isn't going to call it off, so I'm going to try talking to my dad again," he informed me.

I nodded, beginning to walk towards his father, "Let's go, quickly before the game starts."

We made our way over to the Sheriff with haste, not wanting to waste the mere minutes we had before the game was to begin.

"Sheriff!" I called as we got in closer. "Sheriff, the Coach isn't calling the game off."

He sighed with a shake of his head, "Riley, as I told you, there's nothing I can do to stop this game."

Stiles began to stutter as he tried to come up with an idea, "What if we call in a bomb threat?"

"You remember the bomb threat at the airport three weeks ago?" The Sheriff countered.

"Yeah, of course, I do. It was all over the news."
When his father remained silent, Stiles nodded, "I see your point."

The Sheriff and I headed off towards the bleachers, while Stiles walked towards the field. We took a seat as the game began.

Something else was happening on the field. Kira was on, but she was playing much fiercer than usual. And it wasn't her playing style either. It had to be the Fox again; Kira still didn't have control over her ability and it kept taking over.

She was knocking players down left and right, and eventually, Scott put a play in motion that got her kicked off the field. Kira left angrily, going past the bleachers and towards the locker room.

I was going to follow her but noticed that Lori - Brett's sister - was already on the way. Figuring she would have it under control, I thought it best to remain at the game to keep an eye on things.

Although, I began to regret it after a while. Beacon Hills was playing horribly. Brett and the rest of Devenford were destroying us.

"I thought they were getting better?" The Sheriff asked me.