Under The Sycamore Tree (A Liam Dunbar Fan Fic)

Tryouts and a Broken Leg

Liam's POV

I'm back at locker room and feel relieved that Scott and Stiles— or as Anais calls them, Dumb and Dumber were nowhere near me. They were too busy talking at the other end of the room.

I heard coach's whistle and he came out of his office. All heads turned to him. "As I reminder it's an open tryout today" he announced "All positions available" he added

"This is a rebuilding season people" Some players encompassed coach. He then looked down to the clipboard he was holding. "Jackson's gone" he said and flipped a page of paper "Lahey's gone... Greenberg the one guy I actually wanted gone... was held back again" he said "Get your asses on the field!" he yelled and everyone followed immediately grabbing their lacrosse stick and helmet.Honestly, I don't even know all those names coach mentioned.

"Hey coach!" someone called out coach's name and I turned to see Scott "I-I just wanted to ask if I was still—If I'm you know"

"You're on the team McCall" coach said sharply

"But Am I—Everything that I was on the team before?" he asked

Coach patted Scott's arm, "All positions are open"

Scott shook his head and then went on. He looked really bummed and bothered about what coach said. I remembered what Garrett told me earlier, 'I might just be their first ever freshmen captain' I smirked at that thought. It's time to play hard.

Anais' POV

Classes are now over and like most of the students, I am now heading to the field. I sat on the bleachers beside Kira and Malia and placed my sling bag beside me. The players are doing warm ups and soon started running around the field.

Coach blew his whistle "Terrible" he said in disgust when one player ran past him "Horrifying, Pathetic, Unbelievably Pathetic" he said as the rest of the players ran past him. "Is that everyone?" he asked

Then Stiles arrived last, panting like a dying cat. Honestly, I thought Greenberg would be last but I guess now I can say that Greenberg kinda suck less than Stiles right now. He is even doing better than Stiles who's catching his breathe like crazy and I thought that he was going to have an asthma attack and borrow Scott's inhaler. But Oops, that's right... Scott doesn't have one anymore. Oh well, then as expected he collapsed on the ground.

"Yup, that's everyone!" Coach said and Scott walked over to Stiles to help him get up. I bit my bottom lip trying to control my laughter. Stiles' face was like a constipated scrawny little Stiles I can't help but laugh at him.

The two turned towards the direction of all the exhausted and breathless players. I followed their line of sight and my jaw dropped immediately. Well, seeing my brother breathless and lying on the ground amused me but what really caught my attention is Liam doing push ups like there is no tomorrow.

I caught sight of my brother gesturing me to bring his water bottle. I rolled my eyes stood up from my seat grabbing his water bottle from my bag. Ugh, he is such a baby. I wouldn't do it if he wasn't all dying on the field. Again, guilt rise over me. I walked past Scott and Stiles to my brother breathing heavily beside Liam.

'Is he even for real?'

I handed Ansel his water bottle and he gulped ever last sip. My eyes never left Liam. He didn't looked exhausted, he didn't even look like he ran. Liam raised his head to look at me. I felt my cheeks flushed. Just then Liam winked and smirked at me. Oh dear Gods of Olympus! By the Angel Raziel! I swear in Merlin's Beard! My cheeks just turned even more red that I probably look like a tomato by now.

"Here" Ansel said and that made tore my eyes away from Liam. "Fill it up with more water, I think I might need more" he handed me his water bottle and I took it from his grip. I walked over to Scott and Stiles and all three of us just studied Liam.