The New Pack

:::The Girl In The Helmet:::

:::Ava Bellemoore:::

I was in my sixth period, which was Algebra. It was my easiest class sense back in Texas, we also did Algebra in Junior year, so I knew everything.
Stiles was in that class. So was Scott, Isaac, and Allison.
Stiles sat behind me. He leaned in when the teacher wasn't paying attention and asked, "what happened during P.E.?"
I knew what he was talking about, but instead I turned around and said, "What, me beating you?"
His face still looked serious. "You know what I'm talking about. Is everything OK?"
I bit my lip, "You know, You're a very nosey human."
He rolled his eyes and began to lean back, about to give up. Something inside me made me want to tell him.
I sighed, "Pack problems."
"Pack problems?"
"Well, more like...people problems? Given that they practically just...left the pack." My heart sank when I said that out loud.
For my kind, when the Alpha's eyes change from red to yellow, it's because they lose the alpha status, which can be lost if the Beta's lose trust in their alpha.
Which, apparently I lost.
"I thought they are...like binded to the alpha?"
I licked my dry lips, "Technically that's true. The alpha wouldn't have much of a hold on them when they lose trust, but they are still binded. The thing is, I didn't want to...force them into something they didn't want. If they didn't want me as their Alpha, I guess I wouldn't force them. You know?"
He nodded, "I'm sorry."
I sighed, "it's not your fault. It's mine, anyways."
"What happened?"
I opened my mouth to speak, but suddenly realized I couldn't. It hurt to admit it out loud. My pack died because of me.
I gulped. "I don't know if I can...talk about it." I hated that I sounded vulnerable.
"It's Ok." He said, giving me a soft smile. I gave a small one back then turned around again.
I didn't want to go home and face Kit and Alice anymore. I didn't want to watch them pack, desperate to leave. Desperate to get out, away from me.
I sighed heavily.
Ava Montgomery would have handled this situation better.
Ava Bellemoore sucks.

The bell rang, and the first thing I heard was Stiles asking me a question.
"What's your seventh period?"
"I have early release." I sighed, "but I honestly don't want to go home just yet."
Stiles awkwardly bit his lip, "want to watch lacrosse practice?"
"Lacrosse? That's a thing in California?" I smirked. I always liked lacrosse. It was like, Hockey on a field. I like hockey.
Well, mainly I like the aggressiveness.
"Yeah. Lacrosse is everything here."
I smirked, "football was always everything back in Texas, but I always liked Lacrosse better." I said, grabbing my books and following Stiles, Scott and Kira.
"Good!" Stiles said a little too excitedly.
"When does practice end?" I asked.
"Er, 4?"
He didn't even know when it ends. I chuckled, "sure, why not." I sighed, feeling the intense stares from Kira and Scott.
"Do you play too?"
"Yeah." Scott said.
"Yeah, I just got on the team." Kira added.
I smirked, "nice. Are you the only girl?"
Kira seemed a little nervous, "yeah. Why? Wanna join?"
Stiles looked at her with excitement, and Scott looked at her in horror.
"Maybe. Sounds fun."
"Cool. Well, see you later." Stiles smirked as he walked with Scott to the boy's locker room.
"Bye!" Kira added. I waved as I headed towards the lacrosse field.

I was surprised to find the banshee there with the hunter. I sat next to them, "do you mind if I sit with you two, or do you not like me either? 'Cause that's fine." I shrugged. Allison just gave a small laugh, "no! come, sit!"
Lydia looked at her as if saying, "What are you doing?"
Figured. Didn't think a Banshee would like a Soul Reaper much.
"Sorry, Lydia isn't it?"
She just looked at me with obvious distaste in her eyes. "My energy isn't very welcoming. Banshee's typically don't like me." I shrugged again. Was I being too blunt? I remembered when Neko always told me that I scared people off with my bluntness.
I missed her.
I gulped, shaking those depressing thoughts away.
Lydia looked a little horrified that I knew she was a banshee, but just said, "it's OK."
That's a lie.
I sighed, "so I know you are probably here for Isaac, but what about you Lydia?" I smiled.
"Jackson. Besides, have you seen those guy's abs?"
I smirked, "I think I like you."
Lydia smiled for the first time. I felt relieved, unsure why I wanted their trust so much.
Just then, the boys and Kira started to run out onto the field. The coach blew the whistle and started to yell out orders. We watched as they played a practice game for awhile.
"They're good." I admired.
"Oh, there's Jackson." Lydia said excitedly. I could see a guy get the ball and start running through players as they started to fall like dominos.
"The wolf?" I said without thinking.
"OK, how can you tell so fast?" Allison finally asked.
I shrugged, "it's more like a... Strong intuitive feeling. Plus, sometimes I could smell it, or even see it in their energy. Kind of annoying when there's a lot of wolves in Beacon Hills though."
Lydia sighed heavily, "i could see why that would be annoying."
I just bit my lip and continued to watch. Stiles was on the field. He kind of, well, sucked.
Least he had his good looks. Well, I wasn't sure if anyone else saw him that way, but I certainly thought he did. He had chestnut dark hair and chocolate brown eyes that just melted when you looked into them. He was skinny, yet I could see the muscles hidden beneath his t-shirts. Plus, he was funny, sarcastic, and beyond loyal. I liked that.
But no, I wasn't going to think of him like that. He's a human. And when Ava Bellemoore dates, it certainly can't be a human.
When Ava Bellemoore has kids one day, she wants to pass her legacy on, teach them how to use their abilities and show them what they're capable of.
Marrying a human would probably effect that.
I sighed heavily. Why was I thinking this? It wasn't like I liked him that much, did I? Plus, dating didn't always lead to marriage.
I needed to pass my abilities to the next generation. I didn't like the idea of my kind someday going extinct. My kind was already getting more rare by the years.
Even though I was seriously not looking forward to taking care of a leaky, dirty, child.
I shuddered.
The sound of the whistle blowing knocked me out of my embarrassing thoughts.
"Greenburg, just-just stop! You're only embarrassing yourself!"
I smirked, "He reminds me of my old coach."
"Did you play?"
"No, I used to be on the dance team. My coach had a strong distaste for a girl named O'Shea. Every single day she was yelling at that girl."
Allison laughed, "Was she that bad?"
"Oh, no. She just was...she was something." I shuddered, "Let's just say, she wasn't the brightest kid in the class."
Allison and Lydia just laughed in unison as the coach whistled again, "Alright, listen up you losers!"
I smirked. He sounded nice.
Once the coach was done giving his long and horrible pointers that no one listened to, he blew the whistle and everyone scattered.
Kira took off her helmet and started to talk to the coach, who then looked in my direction.
"You! With the black hair!"
I rolled my eyes and just sighed, stood up and started heading down the bleachers to meet up with the coach.
"Do you have no idea what the word "maybe" means?" I looked at Kira. She just shrugged with a smile.
"Can you catch?"
"Yeah."
"Can you throw?"
"Yeah."
"Alright then, welcome to the team, Billinski!"
That's not...Oh, right.
I smirked. "No try-outs?"
"No!" Why was he screaming? Coaches these days. "Now get out of my face. I got a tv marathon to watch!" He said as he started to walk away.
Kira squeeled.
"Happy now?"
Her smile grew, "yes!"
I just smiled and shook my head.
"When's the game?"
"Oh, tomorrow."
I face-palmed myself. "This team must suck if the coach puts me on the team with no try-outs the day before a game." I said with a roll of my eyes as I turned back around and grabbed my stuff.
"I'll finally have someone to talk to in the locker room!" Kira shouted.
"Speaking of, you going to get dressed?"
"Oh, right!" At that, she started to run off the field.
I smirked. Maybe being Ava Bellemoore won't be so bad.