The final games were winding down when Stiles had spotted Derek. At first, he'd thought that nobody is that unlucky, but had quickly revised it. It's Derek Hale, they guy would definitely be unfortunate enough to end up here after getting out of Beacon Hills. If there was ever a lottery for horrible things - the man would have the winning ticket, and probably the next few prizes afterwards. It makes him wonder about a few things too: if the familiarity of between some of the other clones was because of things before, and not just from meeting up here.

(If he went looking, just who would he find? And would he even want to find anyone else he knows - because they'd be here.)

From the way Derek's going at the other team, he's glad he'd been tagged out a lot earlier, and he winces when one of the other players gets hit in the face when she's too slow to duck. Her teammate tries to avenge her, but Stiles can see that the team's flagging, enough so that they'll probably be out before the ref calls the game.

He makes himself comfortable on one of the benches, one of the few remaining spectators near the front. Most had moved further back when the game had heated up, or had left already to give themselves ample time to meet curfew - he's learned that lesson: being in your room isn't enough - cheering or booing with the rest of the crowd through the rest of the game.