In Loving Memory

Being First Line

Over the weekend Allison made a system with notebooks, from plot lines for the show, enemies, friends, who to save, who to kill and how, certain things that she would need (like the nine Celtic herbs), and everything else should could possibly need one day. It was all about five notebooks worth of stuff, and she hid them all in her locker in a box labeled 'School Tests', so she could go through them and compare where she would go wrong on them or go right. Something she did in her past life. 

And when Monday came around Allison made her way to practice, knowing exactly what was coming, and she made sure that Scott had seen her dad that morning, so right now he should be having a good enough scare. Both him and Stiles. 

By the time she got to the lacrosse field just as Coach had begun announcing their first task. 

"Let's go! One-on-one from up top! Jackson-- take a long stick today." Coach called to him and Jackson nodded, dropping the stick he was holding and getting one of the longer ones that Coach instructed him to take before running back onto the field. "Atta boy!" Coach cheered as Jackson took his place on the field. 

When Coach blows his whistle, Allison scoops up a ball and the team starts the play. The players run around the field, passing the ball to each other and shoulder-checking their opponents as they try to score a goal, with Coach watching with a focused expression as he follows their movements from the sidelines. 

"That's how you do it, Jackson! That's how you do it!" She heard Coach yell, before she looked over to see Jackson hit one of the players in the back with the blunt end of his stick so he can steal the ball, before Coach yelled out in an annoyed voice at one of the other players, #31. 

"Greenberg, take a lap!" He yelled at the player, who set off to run around the field as Coach turns his attention to the lined-up players ready to start their round of one-on-ones. Scott is at the front of the line and gets prepared to start, and next to Allison who shot him a small friendly smile. "Let's go! Faster, Greenberg! Let's go." 

After seeing her small smile Scott became distracted, either by his crush on her or the fact her dad was a hunter and she knew, but was quickly brought back to reality when Coach shouts at him. 

"McCall, what are you waiting for? Let's go!" 

Coach points at Jackson, who is waiting for him with his long stick in hand, ready to show him up. However, when Scott clenches his jaw and runs toward him, he's easily tackled by the larger young man and is tossed flat on his back onto the grassy field. Coach wastes no time in starting to mock him as Scott grimaces, both in pain and in embarrassment. Allison grimaced in sympathy pain. 

"Hey, McCall! Hey, McCall!" Coach yelled, marching over to the young wolf. 

"You sure you still want to be first line, McCall?" Jackson asked the boy before walking away as Coach walked up to him, causing Scott to quickly jump to his feet, fixing his gloves and pads as Coach begins berating him for his poor performance. 

"My-my grandmother can move faster than that-- and she's dead! You think you can move faster than the lifeless corpse of my dead grandmother? 

Scott's anger and frustration have him doubled over, which begins to worry Allison, who continues to watch from the field. Scott muttered something but that didn't seem to be enough as Coach yelled again. 

"I can't hear you!" 

"Yes. Coach." Scott said a lot louder. 

"Then do it again!" He yelled and Scott did as told and ran back to position while Coach shouts mockingly toward the rest of the players. 

"McCall's gonna do it again! McCall's gonna do it again!" He called out, and Jackson got back to his position in mid-field as Scott returned to the front of the line-up for one-on-ones; though his eyes weren't glowing, he still looked angry yet determined. After a moment, Coach blows his whistle to have them start. "Let's go!"