Stiles How the hell did I end up here? Like literally, what the hell? I hate swimming so why am I going out for the swim team? This sucks ass. "Okay you ass holes, welcome to swim team try outs. You will be tested to see if you have the strength, speed, and courage to be a swimming. I see a couple of you I'm iffy on but I guess I'll give you a chance, Cough cough Stilinski cough." I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms in defense. "Yah real nice coach. Not as nice as the fake hair on your chest though. It spot on. To real for anybody to notice it unless someone said something about it." I stated with the straightest face I could. He gave me a death glare but the rest of the guys were trying to hide their smirks. "Okay smart ass,because of that little outburst, get in the pool and swim a lap so I can judge you. Get into starting position." I frowned and got up at the side in starting position. Scott was looking at me with a encourage smile, while the other guys were getting ready to laugh. "Ready?" I nodded, slid down my goggles, and put on my noes clamp. "Ready." "Okay, at least your smart enough to put on goggled so you don't get salt water in your eyes." SALT WATER!? No no no no no no..... I can't get in salt water! It will mess with my tattoo! "Now take off your shirt Stilinski! You can't swim with it on!" I immediately started freaking out on the inside. "Um- I-Is that re-really-" "Necessary? Yes, now take it off! I know you probably have a pudgy stomach, but deal with it!" Wow, rude. "Calm down coach, at least I'm not the one who looks pregnant..." I mumbled the last part where only Scott could hear, which made him laugh a little, but luckily no one noticed. I grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head. When it was fully off I turned around with a pissed expression but all the other guys were shocked. "Stilinski, since when do you have abs and a tattoo?" I shrugged.
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"Since I got them..." I might have said that but the real answer is when I turned 18. I've actually had the abs for a couple years, but the tattoo was from the day I turned my peaking age. It's the day I get my powers, but I didn't want them to find out my heritage so I got a squid ink tattoo to temporarily disable my abilities. The only way to stop the ink from blocking my power is by, you guessed it, salt water. "Okay, Okay, you have a cool shark tat, but the question is, Can you swim like one?" Coach asked with a serious mug. "I don't know Coach, but I'm not feeling to great. Do you think I can-" "Stiles, if you don't want to race, fine, but get your nasally sounding ass in the water and test how long you can hold your breath." Without warning he pushed me in the pool making me go into a state of panic. "Stiles!" Scott screamed before it all went black...
