The Lacrosse Twins >> Book 1

Chapter 1- Predator

** DISCLAIMER:: I DO NOT OWN TEENWOLF OR ANY OF THEIR CHARACTERS**

For the millionth time today, I ran my fingers through my brunette hair. It had been years since I've even looked at this house, the two story building seeming only but a memory from my childhood.

I'm home.

I looked at my belongings sitting on the hot pavement and tried to remember if I left anything behind. Suitcases. Lacrosse gear. Those were the essentials. I sighed and yet again ran my fingers through my hair.

Here we go.

Walking up the wooden steps I stopped to breathe in the air, making my lungs tighten at the thought of being forgotten. I knocked on the door, the sound echoing through the house. I froze.

What if nobody's home?

Just then, the door was pulled open to reveal a set of brown eyes. The smile crept onto their face as soon as they recognized me.

"Scarlet." Scott asked, his grin growing bigger. I nodded.

"The one and only," I chirped. Scott opened his arms for me as I walked into them and hugged my brother for the first time in years. I smiled and I closed my eyes. Scott started laughing, holding me tighter. I looked up, and saw tears in his eyes.

"Scott why are you crying?" I asked, backing away, only to be pulled back in.

"I missed you so much, it's hard to believe you're back." He said, wiping away the tears and smiling at me. I smiled back. "Let's get your stuff in your room and then we can catch up." He said, moving towards my stuff, but froze before he stepped down the stairs.

"You play lacrosse?" He asked, turning around to look at me. I nodded, biting my lip.

"Yeah I was captain last year at my other school in Maine. I was an attacker, sometimes a midfielder. I also played goalie, but rarely was a defender, so you can say I played all around." I explained, looking down at the ground. I was amazing at my last school, I was voted all-conference most valuable, and had scored the most points in one season. But with me being the tough girl, I was never wanted by guys. I had crushes like any other girl, but guys just treated me like one of the guys.

My heart sank at the thought of never finding happiness. I wanted to come back so I could so badly start over. I wanted to find love. I sighed and looked up to my brother, his face confused.

"Scar, what's wrong?" he asked, using my old nickname. I shook my head, tears burning to show their way into my eyes, but I pulled them back. Tough girls don't cry.

"It's nothing Scotty..please.. just forget it." I begged, my voice full of tears, but I cleared my throat to push it all away. I turned away and breathed in. I felt a hand on my shoulder, I turned around to meet the brown eyes of my twin.

"I won't pry..why don't we just go to your room?" he said, his voice quiet. I nodded.

"That would be nice," I replied, reaching down to pick up my lacrosse gear. 

Scott grabbed my suitcase and lead me into the house. I looked around and it hadn't changed much since I moved away. I looked at the living room and dining room furniture and a few things had been moved around. Scott lead me up the stairs and into the long hallway that had all the rooms and studies.

"Okay so this room on the left is mine, the one all the way down the hall to the left is mom's and you are here on the right. You have your own bathroom like mom does." Scott explained, leading me to the right and opening the door to my room.

When I was little this was just a small room, but it looks like it was redone to suit me. To the left was the bathroom and my bed was to the right along with a closet with shelves. My bed had blue and white bedding and there was a window above my bed with white curtains. I looked at the walls and they were painted a darker blue with a white stripe across the top near the ceiling. I smiled.