"We could make it a group thing." 

"What?" 

"Ade and Stiles, you and me, Scott and Allison. Keep up, Jackson." 

"Um, that's okay, Lydia, really."

"Oh, you know you'll have fun."

"I know I would," he says innocently. Then to Allison, "And I still think I'll win."

"It's not a competition..."

"But now you want to win. Oh, sweetie. Between Scott and Miles, I hope you won't be bringing us down. We have a reputation to maintain."

"It's Stiles. He's in some of your classes." 

"It really doesn't ring a bell." 

"He's on the lacrosse team." 

"Still nothing, sorry." 

He points. "That kid."

That kid is currently being sarcastic and kind of neurotic.

His usual state.

"Oh, I've seen him around. Him, really?"

Shrug. "He's cute, has a nice sense of humor, is smart, fun to talk to, and bisexuality is a pretty nice bonus under the circumstances." Even though this school has a higher concentration of that than he'd have expected, and that's not to mention the werewolf thing.

"Interesting."

"Ade, me and Danny have a weekly practice session on top of the official one, if you want some help learning the game."

"Sounds like fun, when is it?"

"Usually Thursday after school, we're having it Friday this week, just before the game."

"Sure, I'll be there. I should also check out what other clubs there are, here."

"We've got plenty of options. Fencing, debate, photography, chess, cooking...you can do more than one, they don't all meet on the same day."

"Are any of you part of any of these?"

"Photography."

"Interesting. All of those sound potentially interesting, none of them call to me, but I might just do lots anyway because yes."