𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔫𝔰 ｡♦｡ 𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔨 𝔥𝔞𝔩𝔢

chapter three - 'hunters'

morana stood in front of all of the boys participating in in the last day of lacrosse tryouts. well, almost, all of the participants. her brother, scott, danny, jackson, a freshman, and maybe, a junior were all missing. jackson was never late to practice, ever. which made morana think he was out bugging her brother and scott, but when she saw stiles walking over toward the team she knew jackson was out to get a defenseless scott.

"alright! settle down," morana started with. "now, i know all of you want to make the team, but if you don't impress me today, you're probably not going to make the cut. i spend almost every night and every weekend scrutinizing over each and every one of your plays with coach, unless he's hating his life and doesn't meet me here. and, yes, your individual plays and that starts the minute you try out. i remember you when i have to cut you because you'll give me a sad look, and, to be honest, i don't care. life's tough and some of you are going to need a helmet by the time i'm done with you."

she shrugged her shoulders and a freshman boy raised his hand. her eyes shot open a bit, surprised he was actually going to ask a question. she nodded for him to ask.

"so, like, are you the coach?" he asked. morana shook her head. the freshman boy nodded and then asked, "so, why are you talking to us like you're the coach?"

"i am the assistant coach. i'm the one who makes sure you make it to practices, i keep tabs on your attendance, grades, crushes, if you start to fail at being a member of this team, and coach trusts me more than anyone to coach you in his absence."

"but, why?"

"i don't have time for this." morana said. "someone else explain this shit to him."

"i will," said keith. he was a junior and a starter defenseman on the team. he was the cute boy she went out on a date with before she got violated by the beast. "morana played for the team halfway through the season last year until we needed a new assistant coach. and usually, no student gets to be assistant coach, but boy did coach and morana fight to get her that title. she's the best player we've had, better than jackson. have you seen her tackle? it's the best form i've ever seen. she's smart, she's pretty, she can teach you any play you want to learn, and she doesn't discriminate. but don't piss her off, she may look pretty, but she's a devil in disguise."

"little too much information on that one, keith." morana coughed. "anyways, as i was saying, if you don't put yourself through hell on that field boys, i'll do it for you. now, go! suicides starting here! if you stop i will add fifteen more onto everyone every thirty seconds until you start running again! hussle up!"

morana saw scott, jackson, and the coach all coming from different sections of the school, but what she wasn't expecting was derek hale leaning up against a tree and watching her. she quickly put on her sunglasses. morana noticed the new girl, allison, sit down on the bleachers.

"let's go! gather around, bring it in! come on!" yelled coach finstock after getting himself arranged, blowing his whistle. the team gathered around and morana started foolishly looking for derek. and she found him standing close by the bleachers next. she slid her sunglasses down her nose slightly and shot him a questioning look, to which he shrugged his shoulders. she fixed her sunglasses and looked at the coach. "got a question mccall?"

"what?" asked scott, looking as confused as ever. morana chuckled and looked at derek again. hoping he couldn't see through her sunglasses. it was no secret to her what he was, but it was a secret to scott and stiles, and one she intended to keep.