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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 | 𝑀𝑢𝑡𝑒𝑑
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𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐓𝐓, 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐔𝐏 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄. Harlow decided to come support while the two trained for lacrosse tryouts after school, since she had nothing else to do.
"Is that why you're freaking out?" Harlow asked, after Scott kept asking if he was still captain of the lacrosse team.
"Of course you're still the team captain. You got your grades up, just like Coach told you to, right?" Stiles said. Scot just looked at the two.
"Yeah, but he never told me I was back on the team- he just told me to show up at try-outs today." Scott said. Harlow grabbed him by the shoulders.
"Hey, you still have potential, do you not remember what you did last year?" Harlow asked. "You literally were a domination that even Jackson himself got insecure." Scott smiled as he nodded.
"Yeah, best season I've ever had." Scott said. Stiles looked at Scott as he raised an eyebrow.
"But, we got bigger things to deal with, anyway. Did you tell Argent yet?" Stiles asked. Scott just looked at him as he shook his head slightly.
"Uh, I texted him, but he didn't get back to me." Scott said. Harlow looked at him in confusion.
"Wait, why did you text him?" Harlow asked. Stiles nodded along with the girl as he looked at Scott like he was crazy.
"You told him his sister Kate came back from the dead over a text?" Stiles asked. Scott just shrugged at the two.
"I didn't have the money to call France." Scott said. Harlow looked at him.
"You could have asked me." Harlow said. Stiles nodded as he looked down sadly.
"Yeah, you think you got money problems? Try paying for an MRI and a visit to Eichen House." Stiles said. Harlow looked at him with sadness.
"You got another notice?" Harlow asked. Stiles nodded.
"Yeah. This one said final." Stiles said. Harlow looked between the two.
"Guys it'll get better, I promise." Harlow said. Stiles shook his head.
"What the hell are we doing here, anyway? We got like, one hundred and seventeen million problems, and worrying about our status on the lacrosse team is not one of them." Stiles said. Scott was not paying attention as he was busy looking out to the field as something or other someone caught his eye.