invisible string ━━ stiles stilinski ?

5| bar battle

     Stiles scratched the back of his head. "Maybe?"

    "He's not a werewolf, you idiots, he's just good at lacrosse!" She cleared. "So if you would stop harassing the poor kid, it would be great."

    "I don't know, Juliette." Scott sighed. "He could be something."

    Juliette shook her head. "Hey, i've tutored a couple of kids and some of them have been werewolves, but Liam, is just a kid that will beat your ass at Lacrosse."

    Stiles' phone buzzed. He looked down at it, and widened his eyes at the news report he got. "Uh, guys?" He turned his phone so they all could see the news.

     "A family axe murder?" Juliette narrowed her eyes. "What— when?"

    "Yesterday, right after you were almost killed."

    Juliette took hold of his phone, reading the news more clearly. "But they can't be related in anyway. Right?" She asked, and the two froze. "Right?"

    "We'll have to find out." Stiles waved his arm. "Let's go."

    "Woah–" Scott stopped him. "I have Econ after tryouts, I can't go."

    Stiles widened his eyes. "Did you black out at the part where it said there's been an axe murder? So we're just not going to do anything about it? So you just want to stay here, in school, and go to class? I've never heard anything more irresponsible in my life."

    "No, I'm going." Juliette stated. "Just after I get to witness a freshman kicking your asses." Coach blew his whistle, yelling at the two to line up. "Goodluck!"

    Juliette ran up the bleachers, and sat beside Kira and Malia. She recalled never being with the two alone without Lydia before, as she was closest to Lydia out of the three girls. She took out her computer, going through a list of I.D's. "Are you still looking for her?" Kira asked. "You know, you seem calmer than you should be."

     "And you seem more nervous than you should be." Juliette noticed the way Kira clutched on to her lacrosse stick anxiously. "So either you're really scared for me, or something else happened to make you this nervous." She elaborated. "Something with Scott, maybe?"

    Kira gulped. "We kissed."

   "Fucking finally."

   "No," She shook her head. "It was... quick. Like..."

    Juliette rose an eyebrow. "A grandma kiss?" She suppressed her laugh. "Listen, first time's don't need to be ideal. It's... the person that matters– but then again, my first time was in Eichen House's basement before I was practically brainwashed into protecting a dark spirit so— why am I giving you relationship advice, again?"

    "Hey," Malia spoke. "Isn't the captain supposed to be the best on the team? Or at least... good?"

    Her attention drifted to the field, watching Scott start to pick up his pace and get better at the game. Stiles talked him into using his powers. That would be the only possible reason for him to suddenly go from missing every goal to winning every round. She watched as Stiles and Scott bump their chests together, Stiles falling to the floor.