Geminus | Liam Dunbar + Theo Raeken

02 | Muted

I'M BUSY WALKING along with Scott and Stiles at the bleachers, ready to watch them tryout for Lacrosse again this year.

"Of course you're still the team captain. You got your grades up just like he asked, right?" My brother looked at his best friend.

Scott nods, "Yeah, but he never told me I was back on the team. He just told me to show up at tryouts today."

"We've got bigger things to deal with anyway. You spoke to Argent yet?" Stiles asked.

Scott nods again as he answered, "I texted him but he didn't get back to me."

I looked over at Scott, raising a brow. "So, let me get this straight. You told him that his sister came back from the dead, over text?!" I questioned, emphasising the last word so he can understand how crazy that is.

"I didn't have the money to call France." The wolf mumbled, looking down.

"You think you got money problems? Try paying for an MRI and a visit to Eichen house." Stiles responded, disheartened.

"Another notice?" Scott asked.

Sighing, I respond, dropping into the same mood as my brother, "Yeah, this one said final."

"What the hell are we doing here anyway? We have, like, one hundered and seventeen million problems and worrying about our status on the lacrosse team is not one of them." My brother declared, leaning against the bleacher.

I'm about to agree but my gaze shifts to the other people on the field and as it turns out, it's a problem.

"Stiles.." I trailed off, eyeing up the competition, "You might want to rethink that. It is now."

My brother shot me a confused look before following my line of sight. First, there's a blonde player in a red and black top that fits him nicely. He's attractive, and seems to be good at the sport.

I glance to the right, at the goalie. The boy is exceptional, blocking every single shot. He stops, taking off his helmet and lord, I feel my knees buckle beneath me.

I lean onto the bleacher, not taking my chances of supporting myself as I stare at the brunette before me. I thought the first guy was nice, but this dude is fine. I can see the two boys beside me giving me a knowing look in my peripheral.

"Nice, Liam! You might just be our first ever freshman captain." The male in the black and red top says and I register his name. Liam. That's cute.

I inwardly panic as the Liam person catches my eye. We just stare at each other for a moment before I get snapped out of it from my brother.

"Maybe we should just practice a little." Stiles mumbles, anxious from the competition and I giggle, following them and going to sit at the bleachers to watch. I didn't have anything to do right now anyways, and watching the new competition play wouldn't be horrible at all.

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"Hey, Liam. You wanna tell us what the was out there?" Liam shoots Stiles a confused glance, "Your display? Your little circus act?"

I stare at my brother, ashamed. I was dragged here to interrogate Liam since him being good at Lacrosse isn't possible in Stiles' mind. It's fine though, I'm in this locker room a lot so nobody pays too much attention to it. Even coach accepts it.

"What circus act?" The cute boy asks, clearly confused.

"You caught every shot." My brother announces as if it was bad.

"I was in goal." Liam stated.

"Yeah, but nothing, not a single shot got past you." I facepalmed at my brother continuing this weird, unnecessary interrogation.