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A double update!! ;)

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After school, I made my way up to the bleachers. Scott and Stiles had left to go change into the lacrosse gear. I, on the other hand, was on a mission to find a certain curly headed brunette. I found Allison easily, seeing as the was one of two people sitting on the bleachers, the other I didn't know. I noticed a familiar strawberry blonde, Lydia. No doubt she was with Jackson. I mean, that girl was nuts over him.I smiled and approached Allison.

"Hey Allison, want to sit over there with me?" I asked, trying to get away from the two people I hate the most. She looked confused but then nodded, leaving Lydia and Jackson to do whatever they do.

"You don't like Lydia much, do you?" Allison asked.

"I-" I was cut off by the boys filling the field. Scott and Stiles finally making an appearance. They looked over at me and smiled. I shot them a quick two thumbs up. Stiles smiled once again, while Scott's attention seemed to be trained on Allison. All of a sudden, Coach Finstock abruptly pulled Scott from his daydream.

"McCall!" He yelled, with his normal annoying demeanor.

"Yeah?" Scott asked confused.

"You're in goal," he responded, throwing the goalie equipment at Scott. Oh god, I mentally groaned. I knew for a fact that Scott and Stiles hadn't practiced goalie once. Throughout the summer, I was always with the boys, or at my job at the animal clinic with Scott. But most of it was with these two knuckle heads. I had even practiced with them, and beat them.

They exchanged a few more words and Scott looked slightly worried. He lightly slapped Scott's cheek before walking off and yelling things. Scott put his helmet on, walking to the goal. As he rotated his shoulders, Allison finally spoke.

"That's Scott, right?"

I nodded.

"And you're friends with him?"

"Yes, that kind of comes with the twin package."

She smiled. I didn't bother asking why, instead I focused on Scott. I turned my attention back to the tryouts. A shrill whistle blew and that's what got Scott gripping his head for dear life. Because of whatever was bothering him, he didn't notice the lacrosse ball racing towards him at an incredible speed. He took a ball to the face, before falling flat on his back.

"Shit," I muttered. Down a few bleachers, I saw Stiles cringe. I turned to Allison.

"I'll be right back." Not waiting for a response, I clambered down a few bleachers, before sitting next to Stiles. He jumped slightly, then noticed it was me.

"What the hell is going on with Scott?" I asked Stiles.

"I have no-," Stiles said, before pausing. Down in the goal, a ball flew effortlessly into Scott's lacrosse stick.Stiles looked as confused as me, but nonetheless shouted a "Yeah!" I clapped my hands together, shouting a "woo!".

Even from the couple foot distance, I could see Scott roll his eyes at me. Ball after ball, Scott caught. Stiles and I were on the edge of out seats. Scott was normally a terrible player. Terrible. But all of a sudden he was some sort of lacrosse god. Jackson, who was in the back, pushed his way to the front. A determined look on his face, as he began running forward.

"Oh God," I muttered, latching onto Stiles' hand. His hazel eyes widened, before giving my hand a squeeze.Jumping in the air, Jackson swung the lacrosse stick. The ball soared toward Scott, and I held my breath. This wasn't going to end well.