Directions (Sequel to Paths//Teen Wolf Fan Fiction)

Chapter 4

I ran, careful not to be too fast, but fast enough to take everyone else by surprise. I passed the Coach, panting and leaning on the fence.

"Amazing timing, Gilbert" Coach nodded at me in approval. A smile spread across my face, that's the only time i've heard Coach say anything supportive.

"Go over there, train with Dunbar" Coach pointed to the hottie from earlier, doing pushups on the field. I walked over and he looked up, smiling at me.

"Clara right?" He asked, sitting up and laying his arms on his knees.

"How do you know?" I cocked my eyebrow at him, smiling a little before sitting beside him.

"Everyone knows you, you're the fire of the school" He says. I still didn't know this kids name.

"Thanks...." I gestured for his name.

"Liam" He puts out his hand. I shake it gladly, he seemed so much more reserved and shy in school but out here he was so filled with adrenaline.

"Only girl trying out eh?" Liam asked as he got back down to do more push ups.

"Seems so" I started joining him. I wasn't quite used to my strength yet so it definitely surprised me when I started doing push ups without bother.

It got to shooting practise - now it may come as a shock but I've always been terrible at sports- so I'm not really sure how this is going to go.

I watched Stiles with anticipation as he steadied himself before catapulting the ball where it landed....right in the Goalie's net. A few people laughed but I just patted his back from a few people back.

Liam picked up the next ball.

"Wooh! Liam!" I called out, Scott and Stiles turning around to glare at me. What was their deal?

"You know, maybe he's only good in goal and he's useless on the rest of the field" Stiles reasoned and Scott nodded. But for some reason I think Liam was just really good, I was confident that he was going to make any shot he threw.

And he did.

"YES!" Coach yelled.

"Or maybe he's just perfect at everything I hate this kid" Stiles squinted his eyes. He actually looked really hot, all sweaty with his tight top on. Had he been working out?

"You don't have to hate him" I sighed, fiddling with the stick in my hand. I was really nervous for some reason.

"Yeah the team needs more players" Scott agreed.

"Or a new team captain" Stiles hinted towards Scott. I see what he's doing...sneaky.

"I'd say I've been doing as good as Liam" I pouted as Scott made him way to the net.

"We haven't seen you actually play yet. You could be horrible" Stiles said, eyes fixed on Scott. I turned to gave him a hard stare, raising my eyebrow.

"B-but I have total confidence in you" He stuttered, rubbing the back of his neck. Liar.

"Liar" I mumbled and turned back around to watch Scott as he hit the side of the goal. Everyone burst into laughter, but stopped as I turned to glare at them.

"Nice McCall" Garrett called out. What a dick.

"Hey Garrett. Shut up" Stiles sassed, which made him surprisingly more hot, if that was possible.

"Gilbert! You!" Garrett shouted towards me. I turned around as he laughed a little.

"Want a head start?" He pouted. Jackass.

I glared at him and stomped forward to the beginning of the line.

"I think I'm just fine, Garrett" I winked, picking up a ball and shooting it straight in the net. Thank you vampire reflexes.

I turned back to Garrett to wink at him again as he scoffed.

"Ass hat" I mumbled, standing next to Scott and Stiles leaning on my shoulder.

Liam and I scored shot after shot, however Scott and Stiles weren't having much luck.

And then they were put in goal guarding. And I knew this wasn't going to go well. But surprisingly they blocked every single person from getting passed them. But I knew I couldn't control my reflexes and I knew I was going to get passed them.

Stiles looked to me with pleading eyes, I just shrugged and when the whistle blew I ran at them. Scott swung the stick at me but I spun past it, ducking under Stiles' stick and shooting into the goal. Everyone sighed for Scott and Stiles.

"Sorry guys" I whispered as I went back to the line. And then it was Liam's turn. And he dodged them just as well.

"That was luck!" Malia shouted from the stand.

"Oh no Malia don't get involved" Stiles sighed, leaning on Scott a little. Sometimes I think they'd be a cuter couple than Stiles and I. Or if they already were.

"Do-over!" Malia yelled to Coach. I kind of admired her fire. Kind of Petrova-like.

"Sweetheart, there are no do-overs this is practise" Coach dismissed.

"10 bucks on Scott and Stiles!" I butted in, winking at Malia.

"I'll take that action!" Coach pointed at me and raised his eyebrows. He really freaks me out sometimes.

"Hey! Get back in there Liam!" Coach yelled, Stiles looking between Scott and I with wide eyes. And then it happened, Scott completely flipped Liam over his shoulder. And dislocated something.

"Don't move! Don't touch him!" Coach ran over.

"It's okay Coach, I'm alright" Liam tried to stand up but started screaming in pain.

I smelled blood, only a little but it was enough to bring out my veins and fangs.

"I'm going to help them to the nurses office" I said, ducking my head and following them away.