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ALLISON pulls a plastic-wrapped chocolate chip cookie from a brown paper bag during lunch. She smiles at the sticky note attached with a smiley face on it and the words: Love Mom.

Jackson sits down to join her as she takes a bite. Luna texts Lydia asking where she is but receives no reply. Sighing she walks throughout the cafeteria looking for Stiles or Scott.

Glaring she sees Jackson and Allison sitting together very closely, "Stupid assholes..."

Shaking her head she walks out the cafeteria and finds Scott sitting nearby on the floor. Slowly she makes her way over to him and sits down on his side, leaning against the wall.

"Are you okay Scott?"

Scott shakes his head giving her a sad look.

"It'll be okay... maybe not now. But eventually... soon. Just give it time. You're not going to feel better the first day you see her again. You know?"

Luna tilts her head staring at him, hoping her words helped. Just as he opens his mouth to speak, Luna watches him tense up and freeze with anger on his face. Tuning into her hearing, she listens to the cafeteria extensively. She concentrates as she hears Jackson speak up.

"You got something on your lip... Here, let me."

"Thanks."

Luna can almost hear how big Allison's grin is. It makes her want to vomit.

"No problem."

"You doing okay? I mean since the other night?"

"Better than I thought I would be. You still thinking about everything that happened?"

"Mostly about Scott. I haven't talked to him."

"Probably a good idea." Jealousy seeps through Jackson's words making Luna clench her fists together.

"You don't think I made a mistake, do you?" The oh so sweet and innocent Allison asks.

"No. I don't..."

Luna bites her lip knowing this would probably hurt Scott.

"In fact..."

Scott softly taps the back of his head against the wall.

Luna glances over at Scott as he stares ahead with clouded eyes, "Scott..."

"I think he got..."

Scott hits the wall a little harder.

"Exactly..."

Then he hits the wall a lot harder.

"Scott..."

"What he deserves."

Teeth clenched, Scott snaps his head back making Luna jump in surprise. The plaster crushes behind Scott, his rage-filled eyes not even blinking as cracks snake up into the wall around him.

Luna tunes out the rest of Jackson and Allison's conversation as she slides to sit in front of Scott. She sits on her knees in between his legs then reaches up to hold his head between her hands.

"Scott look at me."

Scott breathes heavily as he stares into Luna's glimmering green eyes.

"Calm down... breathe..."

Scott frowns as her voice suddenly turns alluring and almost heaven like. Everything else around them fades. Her voice echoes through his ears as he feels his heartbeat slow down.

"Breathe Scott... slow down your heart rate... breathe... okay..."

Scott nods slowly regaining control of his anger and frustration. He lets out a breath of relief before looking down at his lap.

Luna sighs and lets go of his head. Hearing footsteps hurrying over to them she moves to his side just as Stiles appears by them. Stiles looks at the two with question before kneeling down and holding onto Scott's shoulder.

"You okay?"

Scott nods but doesn't lift his head up. Stiles glances over at Luna who stares at Scott sadly before catching Stiles gaze.

The two give each other a knowing look before staring back at the heartbroken teen wolf.

...

Scott and Stiles sit on a bench and talk as the rest lacrosse team gets ready for practice. The door to the locker room swings open and hits the wall making everyone jump and turn their attention towards the front of the room. The guys mumble amongst themselves watching as a short brunette with a lazy high bun strut inside the locker room ignoring all the half naked boys.

A tall blonde senior named Walt bites his lip staring at her as she walks past him, "You lost sweetheart?"

The girl whips back around with a smirk, "No I'm not honey but I sure wouldn't need your help if I was. Thanks though handsome."

Walt winks at the girl making her roll her eyes. The girl continues on further inside the locker room then walks past a set of lockers. Freezing she scrunches her eyes then backs up seeing Scott and Stiles staring at her with wide eyes.

Smiling she walks up to them, "Hey guys... Where's Coach?"

The two stammer as she frowns. Stiles looks at her outfit with a shocked stare. She was not wearing this earlier; however it made sense she would change since helped out Scott this morning wet her clothes and then got wall plaster all over her.

As Luna stands looking at the two in confusion, Stiles can't help but realize how good her yellow, green, and blue plaid dress looked on her. He didn't know if it was the lack of sleep recently or just the fact that she was absolutely gorgeous but he was staring to feel something, some kind of feelings towards her. But he would never say that.

"Hello earth to dweebs that I somehow call friends... have you seen Coach Finstock?"

Danny rolls his eyes at his two teammates and taps Luna's shoulders, "He's in the office."

Luna smiles, "Thanks Danny."

She frowns once more at the two boys then makes her way to the office. A brunette haired junior named Kirk, standing by Stiles smiles as he stares at Luna walk away.

"Damn now that is a girl I'd like to get to know."

He fists bumps his friend making Scott and Stiles both frown.

"And I do mean inside the bedroom."

Stiles glares at Kirk standing up, "She's taken and she's not interested. Nor would she ever be."

Kirk chuckles looking at the smaller boy, "And who's she taken by? It's definitely not you Stilinski. Nor would it ever be."

Scott rolls his eyes standing up alongside Stiles, "She's taken by someone who will probably kick your ass if he knew what you said. Like Stiles said, she's not interested."

Kirk rolls his eyes still smirking. He thought the two younger boys were funny. If he wanted to get close to Luna he would... and just to prove it to them he was going to.

Luna smiles listening to Stiles and Scott defend her. It was sweet. They were really good friends.

"What the- Tate what the heck are you doing in the boys locker room?"

"I came to ask if I could shadow or volunteer to be a sports medicine trainer."

"When did you become interested in sports?" Coach Finstock frowns looking her over once.

Luna shrugs nonchalantly, "Since recently..."

That was a total lie. She really just needed a way to stay close to Stiles and Scott when they were at practice and at games. That way she could keep a close eye on Scott and help whenever he lost control.

Finstock slits his eyes into daggers before pointing at her, "Alright fine but I'm not paying you jack."

Luna rolls her eyes, "Wasn't expecting you to Coach. Also Fallen says hi."

Coach Finstock's face reddens slightly as Luna smirks then he flares playfully, "Get the hell out of my office Tate."

Luna nods laughing as she backs away with her hands held in surrender. Shaking his head, Coach walks out the office and stands beside Luna, then blows his whistle.

"All right, alright. Pipe down, listen up."

Jackson turns from his locker. He spots Stiles and Scott across the way. Staring off, Scott looks strangely distant.

"First things first. This is Luna Tate... she is going to be our new sports medicine trainer. So she'll handle all injuries and things like that."

"So she'll be like a water girl. Running around doing errands for us."

Luna raises an eyebrow at Kirk as he smirks looking her up and down. Coach Finstock frowns to say a smart remark back but Luna raises her hand silencing him.

The locker room becomes dead silent as everyone stares in anticipation. Luna smiles taking step towards Kirk with her hands behind her back.

"No honey I'm sorry that your little caveman brain is too incompetent to understand what a sports medicine trainer is. But here's a little clue for you... I'm kind of like a girl who would be need if lets say you were in dire need of CPR. And lets just assume I'm the only one around who is totally calm and collected but oh no I think back to this exact moment when you spoke with that head instead of this one." Luna points at his forehead as he grits his teeth, "I'm the girl that stands between life and death for you. So why don't you show some damn respect okay asshole?"

Kirk grinds his teeth with a small smirk, "Yeah sorry won't happen again."

Luna smiles evilly, "Great thanks so much." She turns around to stand back beside Coach but holds a finger up freezing in her spot, "Oh I forgot one last thing, Kirk was it? I'm not interested."

The locker room all let out ohhs and burns as Kirk chuckles humorlessly now embarrassed.

Luna rolls her eyes at the boy, "Nor will I ever be."

Stiles smiles as Luna grins and pats Kirk's shoulder before standing by Coach once again.

Coach nods point at Luna, "Well don't mess with her because I'm not helping you. Now... Due to the recent pink eye outbreak- thank you Greenberg- the following players have made First Line on a probationary basis. Emphasis on probationary."

Stiles steps forward, eagerly waiting to hear his name.

"Rodriguez, Taylor and..."

Stiles steps up on the bench, hands clenched into fists.

"Oh, for the love of crap. I can't read my own writing. What is that? An S?"

Stiles nods emphatically. Coach leans over to Luna who peeks at the paper and furrows her eyebrows in confusion.

"No that's definitely not an S."

Luna smiles as she figures out the name. Of course Coach would be slow enough to write down a random name who he didn't know but really it was an actual player on the team.

"Yeah. No, I think it's a B. Yeah, that's definitely a B."

Stiles slumps down sitting once again beside Scott on the bench.

"So that's Rodriguez, Taylor and Bilinski."

Stiles jumps back up, hollering and whooping in triumph. Luna giggles to herself as she shakes her head at her friend.

Coach frowns, "Bilinski, shut up."

"Yes sir!"

Scott glances at Stiles with a confused stare, "Stiles-"

"It's Biles. Call me Biles or I swear to God I'll kill you." Stiles murmurs under his breath.

"One more thing. From here on out we're switching to Co-Captains. Congrats, McCall."

"What?" Jackson yells.

The room goes dead silent. All eyes on Scott.

Luna chuckles, "Oh shit this just got good."

"Jackson, this takes nothing away from you. It's about combining separate strengths into one unit. Your unit and McCall's unit. Making one big unit." Finstock turns to Acott, "McCall, it's you and Jackson now."

Teammates slap Scott on the back, congratulating him. He looks to Stiles, his friend grinning at him.

"All right, asses on the field!"

As the team files out, Stiles puts his arm around Scott who looks oddly bewildered by the news.

"Can you believe this? You're a Captain. I'm First Line. I'm First freaking Line!"

"Congrats you two! I'm super proud of you both!" Luna says pulling them into a group hug, "See you two on the field."

Stiles nods as Scott still looks around in shock.

Luna turns the corner to walk to the lacrosse field but runs into Lydia.

"Oh shoot sorry Lyds."

"In a hurry?"

Luna shakes her head with a light smile, "No sorry."

Lydia looks the girl up and down curiously, "First of all cute dress. I'll have to borrow it sometime."

Luna rolls her eyes grinning, "Of course your highness."

"Second thing... what's going on with you?"

"What do you mean?"

"I've never seen you so happy."

Luna shrugs, "I honestly don't know..."

Scott and Stiles leave the locker room finally heading to the lacrosse field for practice.

"Are you not freaking out? I'm freaking out."

Scott shrugs, "What's the point? It's just a stupid title. And I could practically smell the jealousy in
there."

Stiles eyebrows furrow in question, "You smelled jealousy?"

Scott nods, "It's like the full moon's turned everything up to ten."

"Can you pick up on stuff like desire?"

"What do you mean desire?"

Stiles shrugs nonchalantly while looking around, "Sexual desire?"

"Sexual desire." Scott freezes and stares at Stiles who has a glint in his eyes.

"Yes. Sexual desire. Lust. Passion. Arousal."

Scott looks over at where Stiles kept peeking glances. Luna and Lydia stand at the end of the hallway talking.

"Uhh... You mean from Lydia?"

"No, in a general broad sense, can you determine sexual desire?"

"From Lydia to you?"

Stiles groans rolling his eyes, "Fine, yes, from Lydia to me. I have to know if I have a chance with her. I've been obsessing over this girl since the third grade."

"Why don't you just ask her?"

"Because you asking saves me from utterly crushing humiliation. So go over, ask if she likes me, see if her heartbeat rises, pheromones come out. Anything. Please."

"Fine."

Scott shoves his lacrosse stick to Stiles, slowly walks over to the two girls.

"I love you, you're my best friend in the whole world."

Scott throws an ice-cold glare at him. Then turns back towards the girls. 

"Lydia?"

She glances down at him with a smile.

"Can I talk to you for a second?"

"Of course. Be right back Luna."

Luna nods slowly leaning against the door. Stiles passes by Scott and Lydia winking at Scott. Scott shakes his head rolling his eyes then watches Stiles grin at Luna who smiles back.

Scott wanted to tell Stiles badly that he did sense sexual desire towards him, but it wasn't coming from Lydia. As Scott watches his two friends talk he senses it from them both but he knew there was no way either of them would say anything. Plus their friendship was too great right now to ruin it, it just wasn't time.

Shaking his head, Scott realizes he was still on a mission. He leads Lydia to an empty room a few doors down and stands quietly trying to figure out what to say.

"Is it about the other night? You need someone to talk to?"

"I just need to ask you something."

She steps closer, waiting as Scott struggles with the words.

"Does Allison still like me?"

Her step closer becomes a step back. She takes an audible and disappointed breath.

"Of course, she still likes you."

"Really?" Scott smiles.

Lydia frowns, "She'll always like you. As friends. Just friends."

"Just friends."

Lydia nods. Scott puts a shaky hand on the underside of the bleachers. Almost as if he needs to hold himself up.

Luna breathes in deeply as she feels her heart rate speeding up. She had no idea why when she was just standing in the hallway. Stiles had gone to the field already and Scott was busy talking to Lydia. What for she had no idea. But maybe this had something to do with it.

Lydia takes a step towards Scott as her voice deepens with lust, "If you ask me- and of course, no one asks me- she made a big mistake. I'm talking lifetime regret. Ask me how I know that."

"How?" Scott's voice becomes low as his head falls down to stare at the floor. He fees the full moon taking a small toll of him as his emotions all run wild.

"Because I know you locked us in there to protect us. Because I know that when a guy risks his life for you, you should be grateful."

Scott lifts his eyes to hers, a new and distinctly sinister quality to his gaze. His lower teeth just visible between his lips, it's an animal-like expression.

"Are you grateful?" He slides his hand off the table, coming closer.

"I think you'd be pretty surprised at just how grateful I am. To be honest, Scott..."

Her hand comes up, brushing against his shirt, fingers lightly touching his chest.

"I have so much gratitude, I'm not sure how to express all of it."

Her lips come close to his as her voice turns to a whisper, "But I could try..."

Lydia kisses him. His mouth opens to hers, as she rakes her fingers down his chest. He gropes back at her, pulling her into him, hands clawing at her.

At the window of the closed door, Luna stands completely still and utterly in shock and disappointment as she watches Scott make out with the love of Stiles' life.

JUST FOR FUN

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