Dreams to Reality | Stiles Stilinski

Semi-Finals

The next day at school had been surprisingly normal. 

 Jasmine was sitting outside in the courtyard talking with Allison. The two girls occupied their usual table while working on homework together. 

Jasmine was startled when an out of breath Stiles ran up to the table. 

He took a large breath of an inhaler before panting out "You know, drug dealers have been using disposable cell phones pretty successfully for years." He took a few large breaths in, looking like he was going to pass out. Jasmine tried not to laugh at the boys distress. 

"My parents check every call, email, and text message I send. Trust me. They'd find it" replied Allison.

"All right. Can you get the book?" questioned Stiles, seemingly over the conversation.

"Not without his keys" 

Stiles then ran off presumably to find Scott. 

Allison shot Jasmine a shy look hoping the girl wouldn't ask any questions.

Picking up on Allison's body-language, Jasmine replied with "Hey, it's none of my business". She raised her hands in a surrender motion, pretending to be uninterested and turning her attention back to her Chemistry notebook. 

Of course the girl was curious. The teens within the group had a knack for secretly plotting things. They may not have been necessarily under the radar about what it is they were doing, but Jasmine was always left without the why. 

She didn't want to pry and force Allison into speaking about something she obviously didn't want to tell the girl about. If Allison didn't want to let her in on whatever plan they were concocting, who was she to judge? When Allison was ready to tell her, if she ever did, she would. So Jasmine just minded her business and brought the conversation back to the lacrosse game. The girls were planning on meeting up afterschool in order to watch it together.

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Jasmine wasn't sure if lacrosse was for her. 

She could understand the hype around it, but really to her it was just a bunch of testosterone filled teenage boys flinging balls and showing off. At least this was a way, no matter how misguided, for them to let out the teenage emotions that their pea sized brains couldn't handle. 

But Jasmine was one to talk. 

It was the Cyclones, Beacon Hill's Mascot, versus the Beavers. And the Beavers were up. 

During the game Jasmine met Allison's grandfather, who she later found out was the school's new Principal. The older man seemed to take an eerie interest in her and seemed to already know her parents. 

Jasmine just did her best to be polite, noting in the back of her mind how weird it was that her's and Allison's families were so close yet, she had never met a single Argent before.  

Although Jasmine may not have liked lacrosse, she enjoyed the energy from the crowd. The bleachers were buzzing with excitement as it was the teams semi-finals, a make it or break it game for the team that determined whether or not they would play at Finals, and then States. 

Jasmine also enjoyed cheering along with her new friend for her new friends. Allison was more than excited for Scott and as it turns out, Scott was Co-captain. Stiles spent the whole game thus far on the bench sending small embarrassed glances her way. 

They hadn't really talked since the night Jasmine drove him home. Neither going out of their way to start a conversation with one another. 

Jasmine was conflicted. She was hoping for an apology for the way he was grilling her but also felt as if they weren't close enough for him to owe her one.