«Promise» ||Liam Dunbar||

Luck

Aurora went with Scott and Stiles to see Coach in rehab. They need him to forfeit the game because there's no other way to stop it.

They looked in through the window and saw Coach sitting on a couch. They went inside and approached the man. His head was lolled back making the three teens look at each other.

"What?" Scott whispered in shock as he looked at Coach. "Hey Coach, it's Scott, Stiles, and Aurora." 

Aurora waved a hand in front of his face and they still got no response.

"Coach, you're in rehab. You didn't have a lobotomy." Stiles said.

"Coach?" Scott questioned. Stiles huffed and looked at the chess board. He went to touch a piece only for Coach to reach out and grab his wrist.

"Don't you touch it." he told Stiles. "I've got Nurse Gonzalez by the balls the last three moves and she knows it." he chuckled.

"Let it go. You're checking out of this place now." Aurora told him.

"Sh. Sh. Not a chance." he shook his head.

"Okay, Coach. But we know you're fine." Scott said. He started shushing them very loudly.

"I have a debilitating disease." He said. "It's called, I'm not gonna take another arrow to my stomach-phobia. Look it up."

"Nobody's shooting arrows at anyone, okay? We just need you to coach the charity game." Scott told him.

"Charity?" he laughed. "Not a chance."

"How exactly have you been conning them into letting you stay here?" Stiles asked.

"I uh, I have relapses." he responded. "It's- it's serious. I've had seven of them."

"So once a month?" Aurora asked.

"Yeah, you see, uh, every time they are just about to discharge me," he clicked his tounge, "I relapse."

"And no one's noticed that pattern?" Stiles questioned.

"I have phenomenal health insurance. So why don't you guys get the hell out of here. I hate charity games. They're meaningless."

"I don't think the charities would agree." Aurora commented.

"What's it for this year?" he asked.

"Cancer." she replied.

"For or against?"

"Against, Coach. Deeply against." Stiles said.

"Yeah, well, I'm deeply not interested." he told them.

"Coach, we need you." Scott said.

Coach put his hands on their shoulders. "I will never coach there again."

"That's okay. Because we don't actually need you to coach the game." Stiles told him.

"We need you to forfeit." Scott added.

- - -

Aurora was getting into her lacrosse uniform and padding in the boys locker room. Yeah, there's a girls locker room but it's just easier plus the boys surprisingly don't look. Probably because Liam's threatened every. Single. Person. On. The team.

He's a little protective.

She was pulling her pads on over her tank top when a boy put his hand on the locker next to her head. She scrunched her face up and looked at the boy and no surprise it was one of the new guys on the team, Lucas.