❛ So, please stop explain', don't tell me 'cause it hurts. ❜

SEASON 1, EPISODE 2
second chance at first line

LAUREL DIDN'T CHANGE her mind, and neither did Willow. So, Stiles dropped Laurel off at her house, and the other three made their way to the Hale house. When they arrived, Willow could see that the house was nothing like it once was. The fire consumed most of the house six years prior, and the rest was on its last limb. The sidings had collapsed in on themselves, and the windows were smashed. As they approached, Willow could feel a chill roll up her spine.

⠀⠀⠀"Wait, something's different," Scott called out.

⠀⠀⠀The three were walking to the side of the house where Scott claimed the body was buried. Willow and Stiles stopped, turning to look at him.

⠀⠀⠀"Different how?" Stiles asked, pausing.

⠀⠀⠀"I don't know," Scott muttered, walking forward again as did the other two. "Let's just get this over with."

⠀⠀⠀Willow nodded, holding her hands out towards them. They stared back at her with confusion written across both of their faces. Willow had to remind herself that they didn't know how spells worked.

⠀⠀⠀"I'm going to cast a simple protection spell in case Derek comes back. It's like a thin layer of air that can deflect a couple of attacks and, as you said Stilinski, in case Derek tries to eat us, you might be able to survive," Willow explained. She smirked over at Stiles as he slapped his hand into hers.

⠀⠀⠀Willow hated the fact that his grasp still brought her comfort like it had a year ago. The chill in her spine ceased, but she pushed the feeling of nostalgia to the back of her mind.

⠀⠀⠀Scott took her other hand a second after that, and Willow nodded. She took in a deep breath and closed her eyes, craning her head up.

⠀⠀⠀"Caelus defendant nos, animus et corpus, ab impetus dum sumus forabilis in hic spatium opi."

⠀⠀⠀Willow opened her eyes and watched the energy from her spell wrap around her hands and seep into the boy's auras. It left behind a thin shield of protection around them and herself.

⠀⠀⠀"Time for light," she said, stepping out of their grasp before they could say anything. She cupped her hands together and whispered into the hole her thumbs created, "Lux."

⠀⠀⠀When she opened her hands, a ball of fire sat in between her palms. She looked over at Scott and Stiles, who stared with their mouths open at the sight, and she smiled. Then, she took the light, lifted it into the air, and let it hover over them to illuminate their workspace.

⠀⠀⠀"Are you two done?" she asked them as they continued to stare in awe.

⠀⠀⠀Stiles and Scott coughed awkwardly and turned away to pick up their shovels. They walked over to the overturned pile of dirt and started to dig.

⠀⠀⠀Willow had gotten out of digging by acting as their guiding light. As well as giving them the protection spell claiming it would drain too much of her energy to help. They didn't need to know they were pretty simple spells because now she could sit on the sidelines.

⠀⠀⠀It was about twenty minutes in when Stiles was tired, sweaty, and irritated. He turned to look at Willow, his eyes narrowing and his chin resting on the end of his shovel as he glared at her.

⠀⠀⠀"Are you sure you don't know any digging spells?" he asked her, now unconvinced.

⠀⠀⠀"No, no," she assured him, but her tone wasn't as convincing as it had been before. "I don't know any."

⠀⠀⠀Scott stuck his shovel into the dirt, and a small clang followed. Stiles turned with wide eyes and threw his hands out to stop him.

⠀⠀⠀"Oh, stop, stop, stop!" Stiles exclaimed.

⠀⠀⠀He discarded what Willow had said and threw his shovel to the side. He fell on his knees and worked to clear the excess dirt with his hands. Scott followed after him, and the two found a tarp covering the body.

⠀⠀⠀"Hurry!"

⠀⠀⠀"I'm trying!" Stiles exclaimed. "Did he have to tie this thing in, like, nine hundred knots?!"

⠀⠀⠀Willow stood from her spot on the side of the house and hovered above the two. Her shadow stretched across their faces as she held her hands up.

⠀⠀⠀"Watch out," she told them and waited for them to scramble out of the grave to begin her spell. "Caelus, culter fingere et apsens haec copulae secas."

⠀⠀⠀Willow shot her hand from one end of the tarp to the other. The air followed her movements and the ties on the tarp snapped off. When she finished, Scott and Stiles jumped back in. They pulled the tarp off to reveal a wolf's dead head staring up at them rather than the girl they had been looking for.

⠀⠀⠀"What the hell is that?!" Stiles exclaimed, scrambling out of the grave as quickly as he could.

⠀⠀⠀"It's a wolf," Scott commented, also out of the grave but stared, perplexed, at the wolf.

⠀⠀⠀"Yeah, I can see that," Stiles snapped at him, annoyed. "I thought you said you smelled blood. As in human blood."

⠀⠀⠀Willow and Stiles looked at Scott, who seemed as lost as they were. He looked back at them and shrugged his shoulders out of confusion.

⠀⠀⠀"I told you something was different."

⠀⠀⠀"This doesn't make sense," Stiles muttered, wiping his face.

⠀⠀⠀"We gotta get out of here," Scott told them, standing.

⠀⠀⠀"Yeah. Okay, help me cover this up."

⠀⠀⠀"I can get it," Willow assured them.

⠀⠀⠀Willow stood at the edge of the grave and held her hands out in front of her. As she was about to say the spell and twist her hands to move the earth, Stiles grabbed her upper arm, stopping her.

⠀⠀⠀"Wait," he muttered, staring straight ahead.

⠀⠀⠀Willow glanced at Stiles in annoyance for interrupting her casting. When she realized he was staring at something, she followed his line of sight. She, too, noticed the flower sticking out of the dirt, almost taunting them in the glow of the light.

⠀⠀⠀"Wolfsbane?" Willow asked him.

⠀⠀⠀"What's that?" Scott asked.

⠀⠀⠀"Haven't you ever seen the Wolf Man?" Stiles asked him accusingly, making the edges of Willow's lips quirk despite herself.

⠀⠀⠀Stiles had picked that movie to watch at least twice on movie nights, along with other old cryptic films. He was fascinated by the Wolf Man, the Creature in the Black Lagoon, Frankenstein. He loved the lore, the strangeness, the...

⠀⠀⠀Willow shook her head. She returned herself to the present as Stiles pressed Scott on, never watching it.

⠀⠀⠀"The original, classic werewolf movies?" Stiles exclaimed, hoping to rattle some kind of memory in his head.

⠀⠀⠀"No! What?" Scott asked, getting irritated.

⠀⠀⠀Stiles shook his head, disappointed, "You are so unprepared for this."

⠀⠀⠀Stiles walked over to the plant and picked it up. Dirt stuck to the roots like it had never been planted into the ground. Stiles pulled it up further, and along with the roots, a thick piece of rope lifted with it as it tied at the stem.

⠀⠀⠀Stiles followed the rope, wrapping it around his arm, and walked around the grave in a spiral. Willow furrowed her eyes, realizing that a symbol surrounded them, but she couldn't place the meaning. Scott and Willow jumped when they looked back into the grave, stumbling over their feet. A woman laid where the wolf head had been and stared at them with her eyes wide in fright.

⠀⠀⠀"Oh, that's gonna give me nightmares," Willow sighed. She held her hands up to cover the body from her sight as she stared blankly back at them. Finally, she caught Stiles' eye and frowned, "But at least I didn't scream."

STILES CALLED HIS dad once they had undeniable proof that Derek was the murderer of the body in the woods. The police dispatched, and the three teenagers were asked not to leave until they got there.

⠀⠀⠀They sat in Stiles' truck not far from the house for when Derek did come back. Derek returned, then the police showed up, and now they watched as an officer escorted him outside.

⠀⠀⠀"I need to know," Stiles muttered as they watched Derek get shoved in the back of the police car. "Is my protection charm still working?" he asked her.

⠀⠀⠀Willow turned to him, glanced around his aura, and saw that the charm was still there, beginning to thin.

⠀⠀⠀"Yes," she assured him, looking back at his face and smirking. "Are you going to try and get yourself eaten?"

⠀⠀⠀Stiles rolled his shoulders, "Seems like it," he muttered.

⠀⠀⠀Stiles walked away from where they had been told to stay. He made a U through the trees and came out the other side of the woods. He slipped into the car without anyone noticing except for Scott.

⠀⠀⠀Scott turned to Willow with wide eyes and asked her, "What's he doing?"

⠀⠀⠀"I guess trying to get some answers before we have to go all the way to jail in order to talk to him," Willow commented, shrugging.

⠀⠀⠀Scott frowned at that but didn't say anything as they watched Stiles talk animatedly with Derek.

⠀⠀⠀Stiles' dad noticed him inside the car and stormed over to drag him out by the neck. Mr. Stilinski placed Stiles at the front of the vehicle while Willow and Scott eavesdropped on their conversation.

⠀⠀⠀"There. Stand," Mr. Stilinski commanded, letting Stiles go and placing his hands on his hips with a frown. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

⠀⠀⠀"I'm just trying to help," Stiles whined.

⠀⠀⠀"Okay, well, how about you help me understand exactly how you came across this," Mr. Stilinski continued, raising his brows.

⠀⠀⠀"We were looking for Scott's inhaler," Stiles explained, using his previous lie to his advantage.

⠀⠀⠀"Which he dropped when?"

⠀⠀⠀"The other night."

⠀⠀⠀"The other night when you were out here looking for the first half of the body?" the Sheriff asked, taking it.

⠀⠀⠀"Yes."

⠀⠀⠀"The night you told me you were out here with your ex-girlfriend and Scott was at home."

⠀⠀⠀"Yes," Stiles said, quickly and confidently, before playing shocked as he took a step back. "No. Oh, crap."

⠀⠀⠀"So, you lied to me."

⠀⠀⠀"That depends on how you define lying," Stiles commented.

⠀⠀⠀"Well, I define it as not telling the truth. How do you define it?" Mr. Stilinski asked, his tone becoming edgy as he became tired of Stiles' antics.

⠀⠀⠀"Mm, reclining your body in a..." Stiles started. He trailed off for a second as he registered the glare on his dad's face but continued anyway. "A horizontal position?"

⠀⠀⠀"Get the hell out of here!" Mr. Stilinski exclaimed. He threw his hand out to his side and towards Stiles' friends on the sideline.

⠀⠀⠀Stiles nodded, scratching the back of his head, and said, " Absolutely ."

⠀⠀⠀Stiles walked over to the two, nodding for them to follow him. They trailed behind, none of them speaking as the exhaustion started to sink in from being out all night. They climbed into the Jeep, and Willow took the back to attempt a power nap on their drive home.

⠀⠀⠀"I can't find anything about wolfsbane being used for burial," Scott commented.

⠀⠀⠀Willow opened one of her eyes, looking at Scott as he stared intensely at his phone.

⠀⠀⠀"We can head to my house," Willow offered, yawning. "My mom might have something on it."

⠀⠀⠀Stiles nodded, his head spinning as he tried to figure out the 'what ifs' and the 'maybes' of the situation.

⠀⠀⠀"Maybe it's like a ritual or something. Like maybe they bury you as a wolf," Stiles said out loud, his words going a mile a minute as he thought it over. "Or maybe, it's like a special skill, you know? Like something you have to learn."

⠀⠀⠀"I'll put it on my to-do list," Scott muttered, closing his eyes. "Right underneath figuring out how the hell I'm playing this game tonight."

⠀⠀⠀"Maybe it's different for girl werewolves," Stiles continued.

⠀⠀⠀"Okay! Stop it!" Scott exclaimed.

⠀⠀⠀"Stop what?"

⠀⠀⠀"Stop saying werewolves! Stop enjoying this so much!" Scott told him, beginning to sweat and breathe heavily.

⠀⠀⠀Willow furrowed her brows, opened both of her eyes, and sat up in her seat. She leaned between the two of them and set her hand on Scott's arm.

⠀⠀⠀"Are you okay?" she asked him.

⠀⠀⠀Scott ripped his hand from her touch and hunched over near his window in pain.

⠀⠀⠀"No! No, I'm not," Scott groaned. "I'm so far from being okay."

⠀⠀⠀"You know, you're gonna have to accept this, Scott, sooner or later," Stiles tried to tell him.

⠀⠀⠀"Stilinski, don't be insensitive," Willow hissed at him, smacking his arm.

⠀⠀⠀"It's true!"

⠀⠀⠀"I can't," Scott muttered, holding his chest.

⠀⠀⠀"Well, you're gonna have to," Stiles shrugged.

⠀⠀⠀"No! I can't breathe. Pullover!"

⠀⠀⠀"Why? What's happening?"

⠀⠀⠀"Just pullover! He looks like he's about to pass out!"

⠀⠀⠀"You kept it?!" Scott exclaimed. He held Stiles' backpack in between his knees and pulled out the string of wolfsbane in his hands.

⠀⠀⠀"What was I supposed to do with it?" Stiles asked defensively.

⠀⠀⠀"Stilinski!"

⠀⠀⠀"Stop the car!"

⠀⠀⠀Stiles slammed on the breaks, parking the Jeep in the middle of the road. He grabbed the bag along with the wolfsbane from Scott. He leaped out of the car with the backpack pressed against his chest and threw it into the woods.

⠀⠀⠀Willow stayed in the Jeep with Scott and watched as he continued to struggle to breathe. She worried that it was his asthma coming back tenfold. Scott's hands shook as he popped his seat belt off and started to open the door.

⠀⠀⠀"Scott! Scott!" Willow shouted after him as he got out of the Jeep.

⠀⠀⠀Willow tried to step over the center console as quickly as she could, but her shoe caught the edge of it. She slammed down, her arms failing her and her head slamming into the plastic of the front dash. Willow groaned, lifting herself up. She turned her head to see Stiles staring at her through the open driver's seat door with his mouth wide open.

⠀⠀⠀"You couldn't have gotten a four-door!" Willow snapped at him.

"STILES, YOU KNOW you can't call the dispatch line when I'm on duty," the operator said to him.

⠀⠀⠀Willow called her sister on the other line.

⠀⠀⠀"Willow, what's wrong?" Laurel asked as soon as she answered.

⠀⠀⠀"I just need to know if you've gotten any odd calls," Stiles told the woman.

⠀⠀⠀"Scott's in trouble," Willow explained to her sister. "He freaked out and is now running around the town as an angry werewolf."

⠀⠀⠀"Odd how?"

⠀⠀⠀"I told you going to the woods wouldn't be safe," Laurel nagged, and Willow rolled her eyes. Laurel sighed. "I don't know if I can help much."

⠀⠀⠀"Uh, like an odd person or a dog-like individual roaming the streets."

⠀⠀⠀"Can you use the pendulum again?"

⠀⠀⠀"I'm hanging up on you now," the operator told Stiles in an annoyed tone, taking his call as a prank.

⠀⠀⠀"I could, but I don't have anything to inform it."

⠀⠀⠀"No! Wai-wai-wai-wai-wait!"

⠀⠀⠀"We'll head over now."

⠀⠀⠀"Goodbye!" the operator told Stiles cheerily.

⠀⠀⠀"See you then."

⠀⠀⠀Stiles and Willow turned to each other as their phone calls ended. They, at least, had one lead in finding Scott. Stiles sped to her house, parked the car in the driveway, and grabbed the shirt Laurel had used before.

⠀⠀⠀"Hey, dad," Willow greeted as they stormed into the house.

⠀⠀⠀"Hey, hey, hey!" he called to the two teenagers as they tried to rush past him. "What's going on?" he asked.

⠀⠀⠀Willow noticed Stiles in the corner of her eye. Stiles turned pale and nervous as her dad talked to them. If she wasn't in such a hurry, she'd laugh at him for it but instead just responded to her dad.

⠀⠀⠀"Stiles' friend, Scott, is the werewolf, and he ran off... as a werewolf," Willow explained quickly. Her words slurred together as she walked backward, dragging Stiles with her to ensure a faster exit.

⠀⠀⠀"Well, shit," Vic breathed out. "I hope you can find him. Let me know if I can do anything."

⠀⠀⠀"Thanks, dad!" Willow shouted, running up the stairs.

⠀⠀⠀Willow led Stiles to the door at the end of the hall. She glanced at him, smiling awkwardly as she realized her hand was still around his wrist and let him so. She knocked on the door, and a second later, Laurel answered the door, letting them inside.

⠀⠀⠀Laurel's room was a dark purple and filled with knick-knacks on every flat surface like the rest of the Gallagher home. Stiles began to fumble around the room as he had at the store. He stopped in the middle with his hands and feet held at odd angles in an attempt not to touch anything.

⠀⠀⠀Willow raised an amused eyebrow at him, and slowly he relaxed, realizing how awkward he was acting. He put his hands back at his sides and twitched the corners of his lips.

⠀⠀⠀Laurel stepped over to him and held her hand out to him expectantly. Stiles handed her the shirt. Laurel nodded and took it with her to the altar in her room. On top of it was a map of their town and incense burning on a shelf above it. Laurel held the pendulum over the map.

⠀⠀⠀"Is Scott in the woods?"

⠀⠀⠀Laurel didn't move her hand, but the pendulum started to move north to south.

⠀⠀⠀"Is Scott at his house?"

⠀⠀⠀The pendulum moved north to south again.

⠀⠀⠀"Is Scott—"

⠀⠀⠀Stiles' phone beeped, and he pulled his phone out of his pocket. Laurel stiffened. Willow turned to look at Stiles expectantly as he fumbled around to read the text. Stiles let out a sigh of relief, holding his phone out to the girls.

SCOTT
im ok. ill see u at the game tonight

⠀⠀⠀"I'm sorry about all of this," Stiles told Laurel.

⠀⠀⠀Laurel sighed, shaking her head as she rested the pendulum on her desk. She turned to Stiles and pressed the shirt back into his chest, and smiled at the corners of her lips.

⠀⠀⠀"It's fine," Laurel told him in her nicest voice. "You were worried for your friend."

⠀⠀⠀Stiles smiled and nodded.

⠀⠀⠀"Now, get out," she told them.

⠀⠀⠀Willow and Stiles were in Laurel's room at one second, and the next, they were in the hall, the door slamming in their faces. They stood together, unsure what happened next.

⠀⠀⠀"Sorry again," Stiles muttered, scratching the back of his head as he flipped through his phone.

⠀⠀⠀"Don't worry about it," Willow told him. "If anything happened to my sisters, I don't know what I would do."

⠀⠀⠀"Anything," Stiles said.

⠀⠀⠀"Yeah," she nodded. "I'd do anything."

⠀⠀⠀Stiles paused, pocketing his phone.

⠀⠀⠀"Are you coming to the game?"

⠀⠀⠀"Yeah, I'll be there," Willow told him.

⠀⠀⠀An uncomfortable pit formed in the bottom of her stomach at her statement. Willow hated that since starting school, she had been spending every second of it thinking of or spending time with Stiles Stilinski. The boy who broke her heart and doesn't even know why.

⠀⠀⠀Willow hated even more that she enjoyed it. She had missed him. Willow hated that he added something to her life that she wanted back. She hated all of it. So, she denied her feelings and clenched her fists, nails into her palms, and smiled as much as she could. Stiles grimaced at the strain.

⠀⠀⠀"I'm gonna take a nap until the game, though," Willow explained, pointing back into the hall. "I can barely keep my eyes open."

⠀⠀⠀"Yeah," Stiles chuckled, nodding his head. "Yeah, I'm feeling about the same."

⠀⠀⠀Willow looked at him. She nodded her head and pinched her mouth into a thin smile with only the corners turning up for him.

⠀⠀⠀"I'll walk you out," Willow concluded.

⠀⠀⠀The two walked about a foot apart as they headed down the hall and stairs and towards the front door. Before Willow could shove Stiles out of the gate, her mom stopped them in their tracks.

⠀⠀⠀"Is everything alright with Scott?" her mom asked them, her eyes flickering worriedly between the two.

⠀⠀⠀Willow and Stiles turned to see Starla and Vic sitting on the couch watching a show together. She was leaning into his side, spread out on the sofa while Vic's arm was wrapped around her chest and held her close.

⠀⠀⠀"Yeah," Stiles smiled, nodding his head. "It seems like he sorted himself out. However, he didn't really explain. Just said he'd see me at the game."

⠀⠀⠀"Oh," her dad commented, raising his eyebrows.

⠀⠀⠀Stiles looked like he had gotten struck by lightning being acknowledged by him. Willow kept the laugh in her throat as she watched Stiles visibly pale for a second time being in her house.

⠀⠀⠀"What do you play?" her dad asked.

⠀⠀⠀"La-Lacrosse," Stiles answered, his hands shaky as he stuffed them into his pockets to hide the fact.

⠀⠀⠀"Lacrosse," Willow's dad laughed, nodding his head in approval. "I used to play that. You enjoy it?"

⠀⠀⠀"I mainly sit on the bench," Stiles admitted, rolling his shoulders forward.

⠀⠀⠀Her dad laughed again, a little heartier as he nodded his head in approval.

⠀⠀⠀"That's alright, kid," he assured Stiles. "You still get all the credit for college and not do as much work. That's the way you play it because your boss is never going to ask you what position you played. Even if he does, you can lie. He's not gonna check!"

⠀⠀⠀Stiles chuckled in response but didn't say anything else.

⠀⠀⠀"But, if you do get to play, let us know," her dad continued, a sincere smile crossing over his face. "We'll come watch."

⠀⠀⠀"Y-Yeah, okay," Stiles nodded. "I'll do that."

WILLOW, LAUREL, AND Bridgette arrived at the game, cutting it close. The players were about to take their positions on the field. The stands were filled except for a few seats. The sisters and Bridgette's date meeting them there would be able to squeeze into the small space.

⠀⠀⠀"There she is!" Bridgette exclaimed.

⠀⠀⠀Bridgette squealed as she ran ahead of the two girls and greeted her date with a peck on the lips. Willow and Laurel rose their eyebrows in response to Bridgette's affectionate greeting but didn't say anything as they approached.

⠀⠀⠀"Mari, these are my sisters, Willow and Laurel," Bridgette introduced with a wide smile. "Willow, Laurel, this is Marisol."

⠀⠀⠀Marisol stood at the same height as Bridgette with dark brown hair that fell past her shoulders. She had green eyes that made her look stunning against her tanned skin. She also wore a giddy expression as she stood wrapped in Bridgette's arms.

⠀⠀⠀"It's good to meet you guys," Marisol smiled.

⠀⠀⠀"You, too," Willow smiled, and Laurel curtly nodded.

⠀⠀⠀"Should we get seats before we're standing for the whole time?" Laurel asked, looking through the crowd.

⠀⠀⠀Bridgette nodded, taking Marisol's hand, and led her into the bleachers. Laurel followed after, and Willow took the back.

⠀⠀⠀"Gallagher!"

⠀⠀⠀Willow stopped before she could start climbing the metal bleachers. She turned to Stiles, who was jogging over with a bright smile, waving at her. He had already changed into his uniform and stopped in front of her.

⠀⠀⠀"You came."

⠀⠀⠀Willow looked at him in confusion, frowning.

⠀⠀⠀"Yeah," she commented slowly. "We've been coming to all your practices to make sure Scott doesn't murder someone."

⠀⠀⠀"I-I know, it's just—"

⠀⠀⠀His gaze fell off of her. Willow turned to look at what he had been staring at. Scott and Lydia were standing on the edge of the field, talking not even an inch apart, tension filling the air.

⠀⠀⠀"Ooh," Willow groaned, lifting her fist to her mouth and turning to look at Stiles. "Brutal."

⠀⠀⠀Stiles sighed.

⠀⠀⠀"Do you want to sit with me on the bench?"

⠀⠀⠀Willow narrowed her eyes at him.

⠀⠀⠀"I was going to sit with my sisters."

⠀⠀⠀"You don't want to keep me company?" he asked, the grin returning. "Since Scott's on the first line."

⠀⠀⠀Willow furrowed her brows together, trying to figure out what he was saying to her. Or attempting to. It seemed that her feelings hadn't been one-sided. He had missed her, too.

⠀⠀⠀Then, Lydia walked past the two, and her heartfelt like it had been crushed like a coke can. All the reasons flooding back why she broke up with him embedded into her head.

⠀⠀⠀"Stiles," Willow muttered, pinching the bridge of her nose. The air turned stale from her calling him by his first name. "We're not together."

⠀⠀⠀Stiles' smile faltered, and he said, "I know that."

⠀⠀⠀"Okay," Willow said, leaving it at that. "I'm going—"

⠀⠀⠀"Wait," he said, following her before she could leave. "I just thought—We're doing better. We're talking like normal people. I miss talking to you, Gallagher. Can we at least be friends?"

⠀⠀⠀"No, Stiles," Willow stated, setting her jaw as she glared back at him. "I'll be in the stands if you need me, alright? That's it."

⠀⠀⠀Willow didn't give him the chance to say anything else. Instead, she hurried up the stairs and walked through parents and other students to reach her sisters. Laurel lifted her cardigan from the seat between her and Bridgette for her. Willow smiled and sat down.

⠀⠀⠀"Is everything alright?" Bridgette asked, looking at her warily.

⠀⠀⠀"Yeah, it's fine," Willow assured her. " Just some lines that needed to be redrawn."

⠀⠀⠀Bridgette frowned, looking almost disappointed at her response. Willow brushed it off, returning her focus to the game that wasn't interesting in the slightest. Her gaze didn't last long on the game. Her focus elsewhere and only returned when the crowd started screaming.

⠀⠀⠀Willow, instead, seemed to keep her focus on the back of Stiles' head without realizing it.

⠀⠀⠀"Which one is Scott again?" a man asked the two girls sitting beside him, catching Willow's attention.

⠀⠀⠀"Number 11," Lydia answered him.

⠀⠀⠀Willow stared at her strawberry blonde head in agitation. Lydia had never been an issue for her until she started dating Stiles. She was they broke up.

⠀⠀⠀In all her strawberry blonde glory, Lydia Martin always had Stiles' attention, and it broke Willow's heart. Every day she tried to ignore it. Every second she was with Stiles, she ignored the comments, but it never stopped until finally. Finally, she was done with it.

⠀⠀⠀Well, so she thought.

⠀⠀⠀This jealousy still residing in her stomach had Willow sick. She hated the fact that it was still there more than anything. It seeped into her veins and forced itself into her mind, so it was all she thought about. She wanted out. She wanted to run away and never look back.

⠀⠀⠀However, as the game started to dwindle down, she realigned her focus. Coming to lacrosse games wasn't for Stiles. It was for Scott, and she needed to stick to that.

AUTHOR'S NOTE —

Hello, another chapter, another day. I hope you guys enjoy, I can't wait for us to get past these first couple set-up episodes and get into the good stuff. I think episode four will really start to get good with magic bullet :) I have a few changes for that chapter with how it differs from the show and I'm excited for that !!!

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