Now you see me, now you don't {S.S}

Chapter 35

"Good merry Thursday, to my favourite trio." I spoke as I slid in front of Kira and my brother, Stiles just behind them. I looked over the three of them. Scott was concerned, Kira was scared...seemingly...and Stiles was really invested. "Who died?"

"(Y/n), just cause we seem serious, it doesn't mean someone died-"

"No, it doesn't." I forced a smile. "The fact that I can tell when someone dies, because I'm dead, tells me that someone's dead. So, let me ask again-" My eyes met Stiles', sick of his behaviour already. "Who died?"

"(Y/n), don't worry about it, okay? We don't want to involve you this time, you got hurt by a Berserker-"

"I also killed one. Scott, I know it's a triple homicide-"

"(Y/n), please, I want you to stay safe for once. Please do that for me?" I stared at my brother, looking away from him and nodding with a sigh.

"Okay...I'll stay out of it..." Which meant that, once again, until whatever this was, was over, I wouldn't be able to hang out with any of my friends because they'd be busy trying to figure this out.

"Hey, (Y/n)!" As I was about to walk into my class, my name was called and someone ran up to me. I was greeted by Stiles. I offered him a smile. "Will we see you at try-outs?" I shrugged, hugging my books to my chest.

"Um, yeah, maybe." I nodded and walked back into class, leaving my friend out in the hallway.


I hummed, sitting behind Kira and Malia on the bleachers as the three of us watched the boys warm-up for try-outs. They were being testing on everything from stamina to throwing.
I sighed as Stiles threw the ball, landing it in the goalie lacrosse net. I hit my head against the stick in my hands, squeezing my eyes shut. Next up was the new kid, the Freshman. He prepped to throw. Shot. Landed it in the goal, leaving no time for the defender to even react. I straightened in surprise. Now it was Scott's turn, and he hit the side bar of the goal. I swallowed, Kira glancing back to me nervously. I just shrugged with a nervous smile. The group of boys laughed and I sighed, getting up and heading down the bleachers to speak to Coach.

"Where are you going?" Malia's voice caught my attention and I faced her, sending her a smile and shaking my head.

"I need a change of pace this year, thought I'd ask Coach if I could try out." I watched as she bit her lip, confused as to why she couldn't tell if I was lying or not. She couldn't hear my heartbeat. I smiled and continued on. "Hey, Coach?"

"Nice, McCall!"

"Hey Garret, Shut up."

Coach turned to me as I came to a stop, hugging the stick to my chest.

"What is it McCall? We're trying to do try-outs." I thought for a moment.

"Um, would I be able to try-out? I need to do an extra curricular to make up for lost time in Freshman year..."

"And you chose lacrosse?" I nodded, hoping he'd agree because I used the 'missing' excuse. "You're quite...dainty and...delicate...you got any aggression or drive?" I nodded as the boys kept doing rounds of throwing into the goal.

"Y-yeah, I guess...I mean...people have tried to kill me three times...I guess I could use that..."

"Good, good, tap into that and get ready to throw." He blew his whistle, making me flinch and catching the attention of all of the boys. "McCall's trying out!" Coach gently shoved me in their direction and I smiled awkwardly when all of them looked at me.

The first throw was a miss, making the boys laugh. I felt a hand on my shoulder and whipped around to see my brother.

"Why are you trying out?" He muttered quietly to me, genuinely curious as to why I was doing this.

"I need an extra-curricular." He nodded, quickly adjusting my stance and mumbling instructions to me and pointing to certain points on the goal.

"The ball will always go up, then down. Throw as hard as you can, aim a little lower than you want to, okay?" I nodded and Scott stepped away from me as I took a deep breath. I stared at the back left corner of the net, immediately throwing the ball as hard as I could at that one place. It missed the goalie by quite a bit, going straight into the net. I smiled in surprise.

"Again!" Coach called out. So I did. It went in. "Again!" I kept going again and again and again, getting the ball in every time. "How's your stamina, McCall? You've got a lot of notes for getting out of Gym." I shrugged, sharing a look with Scott and Stiles.

"It's alright, although I have this tendency of getting stabbed..."

"Work through it, and you'll be on the team." I nodded, pulling the lacrosse stick to my chest again. "McCall Stilinski, grab long sticks, you're cover goal for two-on-one." Scott and I shared a look, then looking back to Coach, silently waiting for him to explain which one of us he was on about. He sighed. "Scott, I mean Scott. (Y/n), you had any accidents recently?" I thought back to the massive stab I had received from the Berserker exactly a week ago.

"Uh, about a week ago?"

"Right, be careful with this, do as best as you can at the moment." I nodded and he turned to Scott and Stiles. "No going easy. I know she's your sister, but play like she's not." They two looked to me and I nodded, causing them to nod too.

"Got it Coach."

I smiled softly when I heard Coach call Scott and Stiles 'his boys' and that they were like sons to him. It jut made me smile, you know?

I gasped, wincing sympathetically during two-on-one's when Liam was flipped over Scott's shoulders, slamming into the ground with a sickening crack.

"Scott!" I scolded, hurrying over to the Freshman and kneeling beside him. "Liam, stop flailing around, you'll just hurt yourself more!" I pressed when he tried to push himself up, very clearly injured. Scott and Stiles, the troublesome duo, pulled their helmets off and came over, Coach running over too.

"Don't move, don't touch him." The rest of the team came over too.

"I'm okay, Coach. I'm all right." Liam was panting and wincing as he forced himself up. I stood up and was ready to catch him just in case. Due to my wonderful continuous work experience over various weekends with my mother at the hospital, I knew this poor boy had broken his leg. I quickly caught him when he stumbled backwards, Stiles catching his other arm. Scott nodded to me and I returned it, loosening my grip on Liam's arm and transferring it onto Scott's shoulders. "I think it's my leg."

"I think we better get him to the nurse-"

"I think we better get him to a hospital, his leg's clearly broken!" I protested, only for Coach to point back towards the school, the troublesome two taking Liam off in that direction. "Coach, come on! He clearly needs a hospital-"

"McCall, you're responsible, right?" I nodded. "Go with them, check Liam's okay." I nodded and picked up the remaining lacrosse equipment belonging to Liam before hurrying after the three boys.