Amelia Martin ▹ Stilinski

04 • Numbers ✓

Chapter 04: Numbers

I left my last class with hopes of heading home and watching Catfish, but no that can't happen yet because Lydia was my ride, and she is currently watching Lacrosse practise. I could very easily walk home but in her meltdown this morning she threw her keys, painfully I will add, at me. So now I have no choice other than to give her the keys back.

I make my way over to the bleachers on the side of the field and spot Lydia sitting with Allison, the poor girl got roped into coming but she actually looks like she's enjoying it, that or a certain Scott McCall on the field. I stop my approach to them and turn around and look at him.

Wait.

He said he had never been on the field before? He's amazing at Lacrosse! I smile to myself at the thought of someone taking Jackson's shine and sit down next to Lydia, taking her keys out of my bag and handing them to her.

"Hey Lyd, I'm just gonna walk home, I don't really feel like watching practise today." I tell her but she just barely nods, I roll my eyes and smile at Allison instead. "Hey Alli." 

"Alli?"

"Yeah... Sorry I like nicknames." I say with a shrug and she laughs. "So, see you later?" I stand up pulling my bag back over my shoulder and look back down at Allison and Lydia, Allison nods at me smiling before looking back over at the field. 

Then there's Lydia who hadn't even looked at me the whole time I was there. I sigh and mumble a quick 'whatever' before walking down the bleachers, but obviously not before slamming straight into someone, because that would be way too easy of a getaway.

"Crap, sorry." I look up to see Stiles looking at me as if I was about to snap at him.

"No, no. I'm sorry, I should be sorry. Why are you sorry? It was probably my fault I mean, you're you and I'm me. And I need to stop talking now.." He shakes his head, but not before mumbling a quick 'sorry' under his breath as well as a few 'stupid idiots' here and there. I just chuckle at him and its then that he remembers I'm there and jumps a little.

I shake my head. "Seriously, don't be sorry. I was kinda trying to get out of here as soon as I can."

"Uh, are you... Are you okay?" He asks while nervously scratching the back of his neck.

I sigh loudly and look at the ground. "Yeah... No... I don't know. Me and Lydia are kind of not talking. Well she is not talking to me all because I told her that Jackson treats her like crap and she just blew up on me." I look back at him to see him staring at me in surprise, then realisation hit me. "I'm sorry I really shouldn't be loading all of this on you. I'm just gonna..." I jerk my thumb in the other direction and turn around to start walking but a hand on my elbow stops me and turns me around. I look back at Stiles and raise an eyebrow and his sudden confidence.

"If you ever want to, you know, talk, you can always find me. You know, uh, only if you wanted to. Obviously."

"Wow, yeah. That would be great, amazing actually." I smile at him appreciatively and he nods his head up and down pretty quickly. "Hey, actually can I give you my number?"

"Wha? You want to give me your number? Really? You mean like phone number with the digits and the number-ness of a number kinda thing?"

"Yes, really. Yeah the phone number with the digits and the number-ness of a number thing." I grab a pen and a piece of paper out of my bag and quickly scribble down my number and hand it over to him, he takes it off of me staring at in disbelief.

"Wait, don't you want my number?" He asks.

"Just text me later, I will have your number then. See ya." I wave goodbye and so does he.