That time of the year has finally rolled around. The time when all the lacrosse players get together for a bonfire. Of course, music, drugs, and drinking are guaranteed, what type of highschoolers don't indulge in atleast one of the three?

You, despite not being on the team, got brought to the bonfire by your bestfriend Kira, Scott's girlfriend.

You were stood at the bonfire talking to your friends, a red solo cup in hand, when you felt eyes on your form.

Looking around, you couldn't find the secret watcher, so you went back to mingling with people in your year that wouldn't even speak to you on a normal day.

Your social battery was running a bit low after thirty straight minutes of forcing laughter and faking smiles, so you excused yourself and wandered around, scoping out the whole bonfire's vibe.

Feeling those eyes again, you looked around until you finally found the culprit. Stiles Stilinski.

Of course, he was stood beside Scott, though he was completely ignoring the poor werewolf.

When he was caught, he offered a sheepish smile and small wave.