002 || not the expected
Stiles rubbed his nose with the back of his hand, not quite meeting Lydia’s eyes. She wasn’t managing to make him feel any better. “Okay maybe not yet. But they will let me off that bench.” He nodded his head trying to make himself believe. Already his father was turning up to watch him. Stiles didn’t want to disappoint him by wasting his time again. “I have already got some of the chant for you. Look there is Stiles. He can run for miles!" Somehow he managed to pretend to be enthusiastic although he had no idea where he got it from. "If you wear a cheerleading uniform it will be much appreciated. Not just me either." It probably was not his best idea but he winked at Lydia.
“What makes you so sure that they would even let you off the bench this time? Have you managed to bribe your Coach in making you play? Or maybe you’re psychic now?” There was a hint of playfulness in her tone as she asked him these question. Lydia can barely contain her amusement as he tried on making a cheer for himself, shaking her head at him as she mumbled, “You can do so much better than that chant, Stilinski.” Cheerleading, that would be something she would never get into even if the most popular girl in school was meant to be the head cheerleader. It would be putting too much pressure on her so she deadpanned, “Never in a million years would you see me wearing a cheerleading outfit. Not in this lifetime.”