In which the stories Fallon Donovan has read her whole life, somehow become a reality.
A supernatural twist of fate has one of her best friends turning into a creature of the night. Learning how to navigate a life of werewolves and other chaotic be...
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Fallon waits patiently outside, sitting on the bleachers at the lacrosse field. She was the first one ready so that gave her time to sit and think. Her best friend since the third grade... is a werewolf, and apparently so is Derek. He's the reason Scott ended up in the woods and found out that Allison's father is a hunter.
Her leg bounces up and down as her mind runs at a million miles a minute. She tries to focus on getting ready for practice, but it's almost as if her entire world has shifted off its axis. The only thing consuming her every waking thought is that she's actually living some people's worst nightmares. She can't even imagine how Scott feels. Trying to live a normal teenage life, only to find out that it's now impossible to do so.
Her anxiety is through the roof. She left the Argent's house after breakfast the day after she slept over, not knowing how to act around the family after what she found out. She didn't want to make it seem weird, but her abrupt exit might've done enough damage for her. Allison had been texting her all weekend since then and all Fallon could do was tell her she thinks she got a stomach bug from the food at Lydia's. While the brunette wants to become friends with the new girl, there's a worry in the back of her mind that Allison knows about the supernatural. Fallon's not sure if there's a possibility that Allison might be interested in Scott just lure him into a trap.
A tap on the shoulder pulls Fallon out of her thoughts. She looks up and sees Coach holding two of the longer lacrosse sticks. "Donovan, why don't you take one of these today, and get your ass out on the field!" He commands, placing the stick in her hands.
She nods obediently, "Yes, Coach."
Her legs carry her out to the grass and that's when she sees Scott and Stiles running out. Stiles sends her a thumbs up, silently asking if she's okay. The girl sends him one back, assuring that she's fine. Once Scott makes it closer to her, she migrates towards him, worried about his mental state after the events of the weekend.
"You alright?" She asks quietly.
"You mean after finding out that the girl I like's dad is trying to kill me?" He replies, sick to his stomach. "Yeah, I'm great."
Fallon pats his back, sympathy written all over her face, "I'm sorry, Scotty."
"Yeah, me too."
Coach's whistle echoes loudly around the field. "Let's go! One-on-one from up top!"
Fallon's partner for one-on-one's is Danny. She grins at the boy before the red whistle is being blown again. Jackson scoops up the ball for his team and everyone starts to play. They all run around the field, passing the ball to each other and shoulder-checking their opponents as they try to score a goal. Danny grunts as Fallon plows into him, forcing him out of her way as she goes after the ball. Coach follows their movements closely from the sidelines.
Fallon runs in between Jackson and one of his teammates, intercepting the ball he just barely threw from his elongated stick. She sticks hers up in the air, catching it effortlessly. Jackson's jaw clenches when Fallon winks in his direction before taking off to her team's goal, scoring the first point of the afternoon.
