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Braeden propped her feet up onto the table as she crossed her arms, sitting across from the three Hales.

"The table is Italian," Peter said crossly. Octavia rolled her eyes at her uncle. She wasn't even sure why he was even living here, or why he thought he could comment on their furniture.

"So are these boots," Braeden replied, causing Octavia to grin and even Derek to let out a light chuckle, the first sign of laughter he had shown since he was turned back from being a teenager. "So, are we going to talk interior design and fashion, or are we going to talk numbers?"

"Actually," Octavia spoke up, quickly standing up as she looked at the clock. "I'm not going to be talking anything, I need to get to the school."

"School doesn't start for another hour," her brother pointed out, looking at the clock.

"Yeah, but Scott and Stiles wanted me there," Octavia explained. "Lacrosse tryouts are today, they wanted me there for moral support, I think."

With that, she pulled on her leather jacket, which had basically become the trademark fashion statement for the Hales, and slung her backpack over her shoulder as she walked out of the loft.

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"Of course you're still the team captain," Octavia reassured her best friend as the trio walked to the lacrosse field. "You got your grades up just like Coach told you to, right?"

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

"Well, we got bigger things to deal with, anyway," Stiles cut in, adjusting the strap of his equipment bag. "Did you tell Argent yet?"

"Uh, I texted him, but he didn't get back to me," Scott replied.

"You told him his sister Kate came back from the dead over a text?" Octavia asked incredulously.

"I didn't have the money to call France," Scott mumbled.

"Yeah, you think you got money problems," Stiles threw in. "Try paying for an MRI and a visit to Eichen House."

Octavia frowned from next to Scott, wishing that she could just give them some of her money, considering the fact that the Hales were pretty much loaded. She had tried, on many occasions, to give her friends the money to pay off their bills and loans, but they had refused. Despite that, she may or may not have been the reason that Scott and Stiles' electricity and water bills 'mysteriously' kept getting paid, and the reason that Melissa and the Sheriff always found a hot box of food in their offices every night.

"Another notice?" she asked concernedly.

"Yeah, this one said final," Stiles sighed, causing the furrow between Octavia's brows to deepen. "Anyways, what are we even doing here in the first place? We've got like 117 million problems, and worrying about our status on the lacrosse team is not one of them."

However, as Stiles spoke, Scott's attention was over on the lacrosse field. "It is now," he spoke, gesturing over.

Octavia peered over Stiles' tall frame (damn these boys for being so ridiculously tall while she could barely reach 5'3") to see two freshman boys hurling lacrosse balls at a boy in goal. However, instead of missing a few like any normal guy on goal would, he twisted and turned so that he was able to catch every one of them.

"Who the hell is that?" Octavia and Stiles spoke at the same time, watching as the goalie took his helmet to reveal a rather attractive sandy-haired boy who had a cocky smirk on his face as he seemed to look directly at Octavia.