Okay so the school decides to do a powderpuff lacrosse game fundraiser thing. All the girls start learning lacrosse and all the boys start learning the cheer routines, and Scott gets really into it -like /really/ into it. He practices the routines non stop, and gets Lydia to teach him how to do his makeup for it, and doesn’t cut his hair so he can at least put a few cute hairclips in it, even if it won’t really be long enough to do anything else by the game. He’s so set on everything being perfect that Stiles swears he actually sees him almost punch Greenberg when Greenberg asks if it’s really necessary that they shave their legs.
Finally, the day of the game comes, and Scott can’t keep back his excitement. He’s pretty sure he hasn’t stopped moving all day, and it isn’t until he’s sitting on the bench, legs shaved, knee socks pulled up, and skirt ironed perfectly that he finally relaxes. The first half of the game goes well, Kira and Malia’s team only ahead of Allison and Lydia’s by two points by halftime, and when it comes time for the cheerleaders to take the field, Scott is ready. He’s been practicing the routine for weeks, and he knows he isn’t going to mess it up.
It all goes by in a blur of flips and high kicks and spelling letters with his arms, and before he knows it, he’s standing at the top of the human pyramid, arms raised, and a strange expression on his face.
Allison recognizes it first, and elbows Lydia in the side. “Look at Scott,” she hisses.
"I am looking at Scott," snaps Lydia.
"No," says Allison, lowering her voice dramatically. "Look at Scott."
Lydia stares for a moment before she figures it out. “He’s- but he can’t be- you don’t think?”
Allison grins wickedly. “I guess we’ll find out after the game.”
"We?" asks Lydia.
Allison laughs. “Come on Lyds, we’ve both dated him. We both know what that look means. Don’t you want to find out for sure?”
Lydia can’t help it. She grabs Allison’s hand on the bench next to them and tangles their fingers together. “I thought you’d never ask,” she says with a grin.
They find Scott in the locker room after the game, once everyone else has left, staring at himself in the mirror, holding a bottle of makeup remover but making no move to actually take off his makeup.
"You looked good out there," says Allison, putting her arms around his waist on his right side, while Lydia does the same thing on his left.
"Thanks," says Scott, opening the bottle in his hand and pouring some onto a paper towel. "So did you."
"Stop," says Lydia, putting one hand over Scott’s as he raises the paper towel towards his face.
"What?"
Allison and Lydia share a smile, but it is Lydia who speaks again. “We wouldn’t want you to waste such pretty pink lipstick, would we?”
Suddenly, there is a hand on each of Scott’s smooth thighs, and a girl kissing each of his cheeks, and he’s making the same face he made from the top of the pyramid. Allison’s hand starts sliding up under his skirt and Lydia’s fingers are brushing at the lacy hem of the panties he’s wearing under it and he’s been so hard for hours that he thinks he might explode.
"H-how did you know?" he asks breathlessly, and Allison giggles and bites his earlobe gently.
"I’d know your turned on face anywhere sweetie."
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