Panic Room • Stiles Stilinski [1]

[2] Second Chance at First Line

"Love isn't beautiful but with you it was"

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Allison's eyes land on Scott at the bottom of the stairwell at school, a smile graces her lips as she meets his eyes. She makes her way down to him.

"Hey." Allison greets. Scott looks down to his phone, before looking back up and offering a greeting in return with a smile. Allison looks at his phone in his hands. "Busy?" She asks, he looks confused at the question before Allison gestures to his phone. Scott quickly shakes his head.

"No, no, it's just, uh, my mom, she's nothing. I mean, it's nothing. Uh, I'm never busy for you." He stumbles, before giving a small smile, worried he mess up. Allison grins.

"I like the sound of that. I have to run to French class, but I wanted you to know that I'm coming to see you play tomorrow." Scott tries to hide his face falling.

"You are?" He questions with a gulp. Allison nods.

"And we're all going out afterward. You, me, Lydia, Jackson, Isabel, and Stiles!" She lists happily. "It's gonna be great. Save me a seat at lunch. I gotta go." Allison waves and leaves Scott alone with his thoughts. Scott holds his head in his hands.

"God." He sighs, before heading to his mathematics class.

After not paying attention and trying to figure out how he was going to solve the issue with the lacrosse game, the teacher calls on him and Lydia Martin to solve a problem on the chalkboard.

"Why is there a rumour going around that you're not playing tomorrow?" Lydia questions, side-eyeing Scott.

"'Cause I'm sort of not." Scott answers, but Lydia is not happy with his words. She pauses from solving her math problem to narrow her eyes at Scott.

"I think you sort of are. Especially when you brutally injure my boyfriend by ramming into him." Scott scoffs at Lydia's words.

"He brutally injured himself ramming into me." Scott corrects. Lydia keeps her eyes on the board.

"Jackson's gonna play tomorrow. But he's not gonna be at his peak, and I prefer my boyfriend at peak performance." Scott furrows his brows, trying to work out where the red-head was going with this.

"Okay?" Scott hesitated, and this seems to annoy Lydia more.

"I date the captain of the winning lacrosse team, and if they start off the season losing, I date the captain of the losing lacrosse team. I don't date losers."

"Losing one game isn't gonna kill anyone. In fact, it might even save someone." Scott breathes, Lydia puts her chalk down.

"Fine! Don't play. We'll probably win anyway. Then we'll go out after like we were planning - and I'll introduce Allison to all the hot players on the team." Lydia threatens. "And Scott McCall can stay home, surfing the net for porn." Scott's face drops at her words.