My creation. Omg, that's amazing, imagine!
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"Hey, Dad!" I screamed when I got home from school. It was really enough today, and I was happy to finally get some rest. At least it was Friday, and the next week was the holidays. Oh, my God, how much I was looking forward to them.
"Y/N? You're home early.” There was a sound from the kitchen, and I raised my eyebrows in confusion.
"Yes, why shouldn't I?" I threw the bag on the ground and walked into the kitchen. Before that, I quickly took off my shoes so I wouldn't get scolded for making a mess.
Dad came out of the kitchen and looked at them in surprise. "I'm sure there's a Lacrosse match tonight, am I right?" A smirk loomed on his face.
"Damn!" I facepalmed. "I've completely forgotten!" I quickly got to my room and quickly grabbed my jacket, because it's getting cold and sitting on a bench this winter is no fun. I could tell you about that, but I'll tell you maybe next time.
While my dad laughed at me for forgetting everything, I ran around the house confused, looking for the hat I got for my birthday. It was my favorite hat, it brought me luck, so I had to find it. I needed Stiles-my longtime friend to finally play because he's a douche. That's for longer talk, too.
Anyway, of course, I found the hat under my bed, although I don't know how it got there, so I could finally run out of the house with the shoes, which I somehow miraculously managed to put on and run as fast as I could to the school, which was a few meters from our house.
There was a sports field behind the school, and even though it was already played, it wasn't quite over yet, so you could say I made it. Yes, sure.
I was making my way to the bleachers, and I was apologizing to anyone I accidentally stepped on and that it was a lot of people.
I finally saw my two friends Allison and Lydi frantically looking for my little thing and guarding my place. Oh, God, it's a good thing I got them.
I walked up to them calmly, and when they saw me, they started waved and smiling.
"Don't say anything," I sat next to Allison and looked at Lydia.
"I said she was going to be late, you owe me Allison," Lydia smiled cheekily, holding her hand.
"I'm not surprised," Allison snorted, handing Lydia the amount they'd bet on.
"Really? What I missed?" I asked and looked for Stiles on the field, but I kind of knew that again, as always, he was sitting on the bench and not playing.
Although, to my surprise, I found him on the field scoring a goal. That was huge news, and I rolled my eyes.
Although, to my surprise, I found him on the field scoring a goal. That was huge news, and I rolled my eyes.
By the time I got to react, the girls next to me were already me, and I joined them.
"Go, Stiles!" I was cheering loudly.
In some mysterious way, Stiles recognized mine from all the voices and turned to me. He started waved at me frantically and smiled at me. I waved him back right away, but before he could get back to Lacrosse, a player from another school knocked him to the ground.
I looked angrily at the guy who hit him and growled.
Number 11 on the boy's shirt from the other team, I immediately memorized so I could show him what not to do to my friend and I went back to the game. Stiles was back on his feet, and he and Scott defended and played their best.
Luckily, after a few thrilling minutes, the game was over and our school won. Everyone who cheered for us screamed loudly and rejoiced at the victory.
It was time to deal with guy number 11, so I quietly left the bleachers and left the girls. The boys on the other team, upset about losing, crawled back on their bus except for the number 11 guy. He went to our school for a change, I thought he could go to the bathroom before they left.
It was perfect, and he made it pretty easy for me, and he didn't even know how. So I separated from everyone and followed him.
When we were far from the entrance to the school and in the boys' locker room, I went around the corner and deliberately bumped into him.
"Hey, I didn't see you, I'm sorry," he said honestly, but it didn't help him at all. My eyes lit up red, and I stuck my sharp werewolf teeth at him.
I didn't know yet Stiles saw me go after him and tried to find us to stop me from doing what I was planning.
"What do you think that meant on the field? Knocking my friend to the ground?" I grabbed the boy by the throat and growled at him.
"I-I-," the number 11 boy began before someone came running up to us. Stiles looked at me strangely and showed me to put the guy down.
"Y/N didn't do anything, that's how it's played, there's nothing you can do about it, please put it on the ground," Stiles said calmly, so I did what he asked before we could look at the boy he was already gone and I looked Stiles in the eye.
"I'm sorry," I said softly, my hands shaking nervously.
"I just wanted to stand up for you, what if something happened to you? I would never forgive myself, I know it was a small thing, but you still have to look at it from my point of view," I said sadly, at least smiling honestly at him.
"God, you're amazing," he said without thinking, and I immediately began to blush.
"Come on, let's go back," I said, walking closer to him. I stood on my toes and put my lips on his cheeks. I went around him, took his hand and walked back from school to the sports field.
I think I love her- that was the last thing Stiles thought about before he came out of school with me.