"Okay," Stiles huffed as we gathered in a huddle. "Scott, Allison, you guys take the front. Don't, under any circumstances, let them pass you. Boyd and [Y/N], stay in the back. If they pass Scott and Allison you guys need to be ready. I'll take Jackson."
"Are you sure you can take him?" You asked. This was certainly the most intense game of basketball you had ever played. The cracked outdoor court provided even more excitement than the Lakers' court.
"I'll do my best," Stiles assured you. "I'll try to make him pass. You guys guard Erica, Derek, Lydia and Isaac."
"Are you through with the girl talk, testicles one through five?" Jackson shouted.
"One more basket to win, guys," Allison smiled, and your team dispersed.
The other team had more werewolves than yours, which made you guard Erica. Boyd guarded Derek, Scott guarded Isaac, and Allison guarded Lydia, who was filing her nails.
Jackson easily dribbled around Stiles, who flailed around, surprised that it didn't take Jackson a few more seconds. You attempted to guard Erica, but you were really more standing behind her. Stiles came up on Jackson again. Allison gave up on Lydia and helped guard Jackson.
Trapped, Jackson threw the ball to Lydia. She gasped and dropped her nail file. "Jackson," she says angrily under her breath. She picked up the ball and threw it clumsily to Erica. Erica, however, was too busy making lovey eyes at Boyd to see, and the ball landed in your arms.
Stiles made a face at you that seemed to say: "I'll love you less if you mess this up."
You ran past Erica, past Stiles, past Jackson, past Scott and Isaac. You ran past everyone, straight to the basket. Erica was close behind you, so you threw the ball to the basket. The shot rolled and rolled around the rim before finally falling in.
"Yes!" You heard Stiles obnoxiously scream. "Woo hoo! Go [Y/N]!"
Erica popped her gum and lightly punched your shoulder. "Nice game."
The rest of your friends approached your side of the court.
"High five," Stiles said. You slapped his hand.
"Can we go now?" Lydia asked Jackson.
Jackson shrugged. "We lost, so yeah. We can go. We lost by default."
You rolled your eyes. "Stiles, you ready?"
"Yep," he said. "Let's go."
You made your way to the Jeep and climbed into the passenger door. "I can't believe we got Derek to play."
"He was a big deal in high school," Stiles said, starting the car.
"Wait," you put your hand on top of his. "Don't I get something for winning the game?"
You moved your hand from his arm to his leg.
"Uh," Stiles stuttered. "Back seat?"
Stiles took the keys out of the ignition and the two of you climbed into the back.
Stiles stretched out across the seats, and you lay on top of him. His hands rested on your waist. Yours made their way into his hair. You planted kisses all over his neck and face, he did the same for you.
"Alright," you said after a good ten minutes of kissing. "Good to drive?"
"That's it?" Stiles asked.
"Stiles, I'm not going to have sex with you in a car. With windows. With our friends standing on a court twenty feet away."
"Understandable," he said.
You climbed off of him and back into the front seat. He made his way to the drivers seat.
"So," he started to car again. "Can we finish this tonight?"
You smiled at him. "Of course."