All Chapters of LOVE AND SPORT : Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Stiles povI can't bear to see him torn apart. Scott's head was never in the game after he had issues with Sienna. He was not focused and to even think Troy was trying to win her back was the most infuriating part of it all. Women were of fragile heart. Yet, they tend to go back to their old love once things seem a bit odd. I need to talk to Sienna myself. I had tried talking to Harper but she said it was out of her hands. I mean, they were friends. She could have pleaded on behalf of Scott. I heard she was now walking near a cafe. I decided it was time to have a chat with her and see if I could turn things around. After training, I decided to check her up. “ Yo!” Scott shouted, his gaze lingering on me. “ Do you want to hang out after practice? The boys and I are going to have some fun.” I looked at him and saw he had been trying to carry the thought of Sienna off his mind. I was not sure if he was getting used to being alone or if he was trying to crush the heavy thought off

Sienna’s POVI have never been this scared in my entire life. It been a while I had fought but then, fighting was not my strong suit. My heart slammed violently against my ribs as the second shadow moved.Not one but two. I was not imagining things. My wolf growled low in my chest, her instincts screaming danger. I spun around slowly, my breath a bit etched in my throat, my senses were heightened but then, I was scared. The streetlight flickered above showing the shapes of two humans on the pavement.“Calm down,” I whispered to myself, even though my fingers were already curling into fists.I took one step forward.The shadows separated.One moved left.The other moved right.My pulse spiked. I ran the more trying my very best to get away from them. I didn’t even think. My legs moved on instinct, my boots slamming against the concrete as I sprinted down the narrow street. The sound of footsteps thundered behind me closing in.I could feel how fast they were. They were not jusy a

Sienna’s POVI know Harper must be worried. I had seen her miss calls several times. I stood there with my hand tucked into my hoodie, my body tired, my mind even more tired. Troy’s words lingered in the air between us. I could tell he wanted an answer right away. He was looking at me like my answer mattered more than anything else in that moment.I opened my mouth, then closed it again.“I don’t know,” I said honestly. “I really don’t know what to say right now.”His face fell just a little, but he didn’t step back. He stayed right there, patient, waiting.“Tonight has been a lot,” I continued quietly. “I almost died. I was scared. I’m still shaking inside. I can’t promise anything when my head is this messed up.”Troy nodded slowly. “I understand,” he said. “I’m not asking for everything. Just… a chance.”I leaned my head back a little and closed my eyes for a second. My back hurts. My legs hurt. My heart hurt the most.“You hurt me deeply, Troy,” I said. “Too much has happened

Sienna’s POVCoach Rennee’s words ringed in my head as the team waited. My eyes darted back and forth. I don't need to be told who I had to pick. I know those who are best on the team by now. Harper, Layla and one more.Rita. They were the best three in the squad aside from me. They were the three worthy cheerleaders I was supposed to pick. “Why don’t you select just three?”For a second, the field felt too quiet. All eyes slowly turned to me. Some curious. Some surprised.And one pair sharp and calculating.Layla.She tilted her head slightly, already confident. She probably thought this was her moment. Her chance to finally step into my place.I took a deep breath and stepped forward.“Alright,” I said calmly.My heart was beating fast, but my face stayed neutral. I refused to let anyone see my nerves.I walked slowly in front of the line, my eyes scanning the girls. I knew every one of them. I knew their strengths. I knew their weaknesses. And I knew exactly what I was doing.

Scott's pov Football lost its meaning to me the moment we had our fight. Sienna was the main reason why I had to travel to New Orleans. I had gotten multiple invitations from rival teams but I came down to Orleans because of her. It all seems like I had it wrong. Maybe I should have followed my dreams. Or maybe whatever Sienna felt for me died at Mystic falls. I don't know how long I have to convince her that Layla kissed me. My eyes darted to the back of the bus and there he sat. Jordan. He has been too silent lately. Minding his business and not trying to struggle with me. He must have given up on Sienna. That was the only logical reason I could come up with. The chanting and the noise in the bus grew louder. Team mates were singing while lovers were hooking up with themselves. I looked at the back and saw Sienna holding hands with Troy. I tried to calm myself down but my wolf won't. Stiles saw my reaction and came over to my seat. “You need to fucking calm your nerves!