SEVEN

"It was our first kiss since our actual first kiss." Scott explained as he, Stiles, and I were in the boy's locker room as Scott puts on his gloves. Stiles nodded and I grinned. Apparntly, Scott, and Kira kissed. Twice.

"That's good. You kissed her." Stiles smiled.

"I did." Scott nodded. "But I didn't."

"Was... was it on the lips?" Stiles asked.

"Yeah," Scott nodded.

"Was there even tongue?" Stiles asked, okay, this conversation is officially getting weird.

"No. I... it was like a kiss your grandmother when you're five." Scott hissed. I cringed.

"Oh, chaste." Stiles nodded. "You gave her a chaste kiss."

Scott turned to Stiles. "Yeah, and now it's all weird. It's all completely weird and... I don't know what to do about it." He stammers. "Maybe I should text her."

I shake my head. "No. Just no with the texts." I said.

The whistle blows from Coach, who gathered the whole team as they turned around from their lockers. "As a reminder, it's an open tryout today. All positions available." Stiles rolled back his shoulders. "This is a rebuilding season, people. Jackson's gone. Lahey's gone. Greenburg, the one guy I actually wanted gone, was held back. Again. Get your asses on the field. And Stacey, how many times do I have to tell you to not be in the boy's locker room?"

"Too many to count, Coach." I call, smiling at him.

"But hey, why you're here, come here." Coach waved me over to his office, I looked at the boys, before following Coach into his office and he closed the door behind me. "I know you and Lahey were close, and I don't know who else to give this to other than you."

He then pulled out a lacrosse stick and Isaac's lacrosse jersey, I smiled softly. Number 14. I bit my lip and I take the jersey from his hands and the stick and smiled at Coach. "Thank you, Coach. This means a lot."

"I don't know why he didn't take it to France with him. He just left it in his locker." Coach told me softly. I shake my head, not knowing the answer myself. Isaac and I talked often, and he's doing great in France, though, I miss him.

"Thank you again," I smiled as I put the lacrosse stick firmly in my hand, and I put the jersey on over me, it smells like Isaac. I knew it had Lahey on the back of the t-shirt. I then walk out of the office, and I walked straight to the field.

✢

"Who's Lahey?" Malia asked, reading the back of the t-shirt as I take a seat next to her, her math books were opened and I placed the lacrosse stick on my lap.

"Lahey," Kira repeated. "Isaac?" I nodded slowly.

"Yeah... Coach gave me his jersey and lacrosse stick." I sighed. We watch as the boys train for lacrosse practice. Coach then blows the whistle loudly. Malia looked confused. "You might not remember him or even know him, but he's one of the people that helped turned you back into a girl."

"Where is he know?" Malia asked.

"France. Um... after Allison's death, he didn't stay. He left with Chirs." I softly said. Don't get all emotional now, you big wuss. "He's lived with me for a while, so..."

"Hey, can I see the lacrosse stick?" Kira asked and I nodded, and handed it to her. She twirled it around for a little bit, and I got bored watching her. Soon, she rested her chin on it, holding the stick.

Malia then inhales and turned her head towards Kira after awhile. "What's wrong with you?" Malia asked.

"Me?" Kira asked her eyes widening. "Nothing."

Malia tilted her head. "You wreck of anxiety. And it's distracting. What's going on?"

"Scott and I sort of had this thing happen." Kira explained and I sat in the middle of Malia and Kira. "But it wasn't much of a thing. And now I'm starting to think it was never anything at all." I knew what she was talking about. The kiss, then the grandmother's kiss.

"What do you want it to be?" I asked.

"More." Kira sighed. After a while of starring out into nothing, I had finally snapped into reality. The reality was, that I just saw Scott missing the ball.

"Nice McCall," Garrett speaks.

"Hey, Garrett, shut up." Stiles told him, saying what I was thinking and Garrett smiled at him. Liam, however, was on fire, scoring the balls in. Scott however, was not nor was Stiles. Kira leaned towards me.

"Isn't the captain suppose to be one of the best players on the team?" Kira asked, looking at me. "Or good?"

"Hey, he's just nervous, give him some time I promise you he's really fantastic. So is Stiles, believe it or not, Stiles had one us the champion games." I told her, grinning at the memory. But it dropped when I look at Stiles on the field, and his face was bruised, and he had a busted up lip. I frown and blinked, and he was their sweaty hair, and he looked perfectly fine.

"Stacey?" I turn my head to Kira. "You okay? You seemed a bit out of it for a second."

"Yeah... just a memory popped up." I shrug. My heart sunk a little and I shrink. The whistle then blew and the team gathered up with Coach. Scott and Stiles were now in goalie in front of the goalie.

The whistle blew, and I turned my head back around, and it was dark. Why the hell is it dark? It was day just before. I blink a few times but nothing happened. I noticed that everyone around me was cheering in the benches looking out to the lacrosse field.

It was the game of the championship. I was sitting with mum and Mr. Stilinski who were screaming with joy, and I looked out to the field, seeing Stiles scoring all the goals. I grin and I jump up, screaming pumping a fist in the air.

But then, reality hits me again when I heard the sound of a whistle blow through my ears and I turn around to Coach, who had stopped blowing the whistle. "McCall!" Coach yelled at me and it was suddenly day, and I was standing, and I had dropped my arm, my eyes widening. "It's only practice."

Everyone stared at me weirdly, I nodded quickly. Oh, my god. I opened my mouth to speak but I didn't, Malia and Kira looking at me concernedly. Ignoring everyone's stares, I picked up my bag and I jumped down from the benches, and my feet touch the ground and looking around, I quickly run off.

That wasn't Deja vu.

I then broke off into a sprint.

I came to a holt and it felt like the world was changing, but, it wasn't. I chew on my lower lip and I heard a low growl; I've heard that sound before. Chills run through my spines. I knew that sound, it was those creatures.

Eyes widening, I hear the sound of footsteps, tapping on the ground heavily. Daring to turn my head, I did so and turned my full body when I saw the person with an animal skull on its head. What the hell are they? More importantly, why are they here?

Lips quivering, I turn back around, ready to run but something stopped me from running. Another low growl in front of me was heard, and another two had stepped in near in front of me. I let out a short whimper, as I realized my only option to run was to the car parks. My eyes glance over to Stiles' Jeep. I don't have his keys, but, it's better than being here.

Big heavy footsteps thumb on the ground and I knew that they were walking towards me. Turning my heel, I run. I broke off to another sprint, but, those things are fast. And they weren't happy that I was running.

What did they want with me?

Pushing that thought out of the way, I noticed a few guys rolling along the road that was in the way of the Jeep. There was at least five of them; I'm not waiting for them, my life is on the line here.

Taking the chance where there was a small gap, I took it, but it failed miserably, and I gasped and was knocked to the ground. "Stacey!" I heard someone yell my name, my breaths were heavy and the car had stopped running its engines, and I shuffle back a little. My eyes glance back over to where the creatures were, but they weren't there anymore. Oh, come on. "Oh, my god, Stacey," I look up and saw Stiles dropping to his knees beside me, putting an arm supportively behind my back, and basically pulling me on his lap. "What the hell were you thinking?"

I gulp and noticed that my brother had the boy, Liam, wrapped supporting him as his eyes widen, looking over at me. I gave him a soft smile, what the hell did they do to Liam? My eyes trace over to my boyfriend, who was freaking out. "Um, I- I don't know," I softly said.

Stiles sighed, closing his eyes before opening them again. "Are you okay to move?" Stiles asked me. I nodded my head. Stiles helped me up, steadying me, balancing me, and I was finally up. I gave him a smile. "You... don't you ever do that again, Stacey,"

"Stiles... I'm sorry, I didn't see the car," I lied, biting the inside of my cheek. I hate lying to him, but he didn't need to worry about my weird visions... or whatever the hell they were. He doesn't need to worry about this, he's got too much on his mind.

"Stacey, you scared the crap out of me." Stiles' face dropped slightly. "Don't you ever do that again, please." I nodded, but I didn't promise anything. He then wrapped his arms around me, and I wrapped mine around him. I buried my face in his chest, sighing. There was then a honk of the car that had hit me, we turned our heads and we were in his way, he looked pissed. "I want to rip that guys head off."

In sync, we both pulled the middle finger at him, he looked like he went to this school. "Don't do that, Stiles, I'm fine, seriously," I turn to him, grabbing his hand, I walk him off the road so that the pissed of driver could pass by, I watch the blue car leave.

"Stacey, are you okay?" My worried looking brother asked me, as Stiles soon had gone to help support Liam and I raised an eyebrow.

"I'm more okay then he is at the moment," I said, gesturing towards Liam's foot. "What the hell did you two do this time?" Scott gave me a guilty smile, and Liam gave me a cold hard stare. Oh, my god.

✢

"I'm fine, Stiles." I let out a groan as he's been asking me if I'm fine for the past ten minutes, I've been replying the same answer, yet, it doesn't seem to be okay with him. We enter the hospital; I pray to God we don't see mum- but, it's the hospital, mum pratically lives here. I turn my head to Stiles, as we walk side by side, leaving Scott to help Liam by himself. "Want me to give you the definition of fine?"

Stiles lets out a frustrated sigh and I rolled my eyes. "Stace, I'm just checking," Stiles grumbled, before snaking an arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him as we realized that we were in public. Sometimes, I get the vibe that Stiles needs to make sure that I'm his as if someone's gonna break us apart. "The way you dropped to the floor- my heart stopped for longer than a minute, Stac,"

I raised an eyebrow at the unfamiliar nickname, he's only called me Stac like once in our lifetime being together. I mean, he's probably used it more, but hey, who's counting? "And mine was beating just fine, Sti." A smile tugged at his lips as we stop at the reception. "Besides, shouldn't we be worrying about Liam over here? You know, the boy that you just injured? A 15-year-boy, Stiles!"

Stiles groaned, throwing his back a little. "Hey, Stacey," I look over at my brother, who seemed to be grinning slightly, his eyes twinkling with excitement. I made a humming noise. "Thank you." His tone was soft like he meant it. Meant what, excatly? I didn't do anything. I smiled for a second before I knit my eyebrows together in confusion. He looked at me, giving me the, I'll tell you later, kind of look. What did I do? He shakes his head and turned his head, and my thoughts were quickly cut off by seeing mum standing there, in her hospital uniform, not looking impressed.

"Uh... hi, mum." I greeted awkwardly, giving her a short wave. Well, at least I get out of the lecture mum will give Scott in a few moments, Stiles and I are studying math. We discussed it in the Jeep, because, I'm, you know... failing miserably at Maths. I think at this rate, Malia's doing better than me. That's because she has Lydia helping her, not that I'm saying Stiles isn't any good, we just have a lot on our minds right now and Math's is the last thing we want to do.

After a while, mum had come back with a wheelchair and Scott had sat him down gently, Stiles standing guilty besides me. I bit on my lower lip. "Don't worry, Liam. We'll take good care of you." My mum promised, she probably says that to at least 100 patients a day, and I know she actually means it because she's the best nurse in the worlds. Liam's a lucky kid. Well, not really, but you know what I mean. She then walks him away, and I let out a sigh, running a hand through my oily hair. I need to wash it.

"We've got to get going." Stiles murmured softly to Scott, jiggling his car keys in his hand. Scott looked more guilty than Stiles did. "I promised Stacey I would help her with study math after this." I let out a groan, realizing that time has actually come. Stiles chuckled. Scott nodded in agreement.

"Sure." Scott softly said, watching Liam go around the corner with mum, making me smile softly. "I want to check on him anyways," Stiles turned to leave, lacing our hands together, but stopped and turned back to Scott.

"Hey, I don't need to say this is your fault, right?" Stiles asked and I held back a snort, cause it's both of theirs. If they weren't jealous little bitches, we wouldn't be here right now. So... thanks a lot, Stiles and Scott.

Scott shakes his head. "I don't know." Scott answered. He looked down. Get prepared for Stiles' speech, ladies and gentlemen. Y'all get comfortable.

"Scott, if you had used any wolf power, that kid wouldn't be limping, he'd be crawling back to the other half of the body," I pressed my lips together, trying not let out a laugh at Stiles' choice of words. Real comforting, Stiles.

"If I hadn't been so worried about being captain, he wouldn't be hurt either," Scott pointed out making me grin, I open my mouth to speak, but was quickly covered by a warm hand, and that warm had was Stiles', I looked up at him, glaring. He didn't even look at me. Stiles sighed.

"It's okay to want something for yourself every once and awhile." Stiles reminded him. "Team Captian, Alpha werewolf. You're still only human." Stiles pats his shoulder, and I smiled softly at him before we both turned around in sync and slowly walked down the hallways. Stiles pushed open the door to the emergency room exit and the cold breeze hits us, then it hit me again, I'm doing math soon.

I let out a groan, my brain hurts just thinking about it. Stiles stopped us, as we watched the cars go by, so we could cross. "You think Liam will be alright?" I asked softly, feeling bad for the boy now. He's only 15.

"He'll live, Stac, don't worry," Stiles chuckled, he then dipped down his head and connected our lips, making it a sweet and tender kiss. I start to smile, making him break the kiss. "I love seeing you smile, Stacey. It makes me happy knowing you're happy," I rest my head on his chest, snuggling into him.

I felt him press his lips agaisnt my forehead, and he broke apart, realizing the cost was clear, and he headed off. I love sweet Stiles. I hate void Stiles. He's scary as shit. I watch Stiles walk across the crossway, still looking to check if there were any cars coming, and he turned around still seeing me stand there, he raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, yeah, I'm coming!" I call, dodging the random puddle that was there, he broke out into a smile as I reached him.

Shit. We're studying maths now.

✢

I lay on Stiles' bed, flipping through some maths books that aren't going to be any use for me as I'm dumb as shit. Stiles sat somewhat upon his bed, leaning on his elbow, flicking through pages. I'd rather do anything but this. I closed the book in frustration and Stiles turned his head towards me.

"Hey, we're not finished yet." I ignored him and I crawled on top of him, pushing him down. I dip my head down.

"Yes, we are." I demand, and I connect our lips together smoothly. Stiles didn't protest, as we just kiss there for a second, and he opened his eyes realizing what I was doing. He was moaning, but then it stopped.

"Okay," Stiles mumbled. "I promised I'd help you study," he lies me back on the bed again, and I let out a whine. "Then we can go back do that." I gave him a glare. "Lots of that. All night if we have too." I gave him a smile. "Like so much..." And we both let out a chuckle and I got comfortable, lying on his bed again. I opened the book that I had previously shut. "What's with all the highlighters, anyways?"

I look down and saw my highlighted book. I turned a bright red, closing my eyes breathly. I then held up the green highlighter. "Green is for things I understand. Yellow is for, I'm working on it. And..." I flip a page to find a red highlighter, and the page being highlighted red. "Red means I have no clue." So what? I know I stoles Stiles' technique. "I'm mostly using red."

Stiles turned his head, then back at me, and he smiled softly. He chuckled softly, and brought me closer to him. I turn my head to this, and we were close, and he connected our lips together, softer than before. I pull back, remembering his words. All night if we have too. I'd rather all night.

"Study first, remember?" I reminded him, but implied it as a tease. I smiled as Stiles pressed his lips together. I brush back a piece of hair, but missed. I glare at it in frustration. Stiles had brought his hand up and pushed the piece of hair back, and tucked behind my ear. I turn my head to him and he leaned in again, but I pulled back. "All night." I recall his words and he lets out a groan. I then frown. "So, what's the secret?" His eyes seem to widen slightly, but I ignore it. "Why is math so impossible for me and easy for you guys? It makes me feel... dumb."

"Because we usually use notes." Stiles informed me, knowing too well that I hate writing math notes, then his eyes soften. "And you're not dumb, in fact, you're the smartest girl I know by far." I raised an eyebrow, other than Lydia? "Other than Lydia."

"Then someone needs to give me notes on Lydia's notes because I don't understand any of it." I dropped Lydia's notes that she had given me once before to Stiles.

"This isn't math."