It was just, Stiles, Scott and I walking around the school, talking about the deadpool. The we saw Liam sticking his hand to shake the other players that we are gonna verse tonight. Scott tapped my arm and we ran to Liam.
"Oh, shit. Whoa, whoa, whoa, let's go." He said, taking Liam away. Leaving me and Stiles talking to the payers from Liam school.
"Hey, what's going on prep students? Welcome to our little public high school. How you doing?" Stiles sticks his hand out and nobody shook his hand. " That's a firm handshake you got there. Uh, we're very excited for scrimmage tonight. Uh, but Let's keep it clean, all right? No rough stuff out there."
"Let's keep it PG-13 not rated R! Okay boys! All right, see you on the field." They didn't even smile or anything! they are like statues! "Go." I told Stiles, making our way to the boys locker room. Scott turned on the shower and Liam was turned into a werewolf. I held Liam against the shower, trying to keep him calm.
"Okay, you calm yet?" Stiles asked him. He roared and Scott helped me out.
"Okay! Okay!" Liam yelled out. I let him go and he slid down the wall. I step back and looked at him. Great, I'm all wet now.
"That car you smashed. I thought you said that was your teacher's." Scott told Liam.
"He was also my Coach. He benched me for the entire season." I sighed. Great job buddy!
"What did you do?" I asked him.
"I got a couple of red cards." Liam said, looking up at us.
"Just a couple?" Stiles puzzled. He knew something was up with Liam.
"You gotta be honest with us. What else happened?" Scott kneel down to Liam.
"Nothing. I got kicked out of school. They sent me to a psychologist for evaluation."
"What did they call it?"
"Intermittent Explosive Disorder." Liam said. My eyes widen. Scott then looked at me. I had IED. Trust me, that was horrible, got it when my dad left.
"I.E.D? You're literally an I.E.D? That's great. That's great. You gave powers to a walking time bomb."
"They had to give you something for it?" I told Liam.
"Risperdal. It's an antipsychotic."
"Oh, this just gets better." Stiles babbled on.
"But I don't take it."
"Obviously." I hit Stiles on the arm. I shook my head.
"I can't play lacrosse on it. It makes me too tired." Liam sighed.
"Okay. I think you should bail out of the game. Tell Coach your leg is still hurting." Scott suggested.
"No, no!" He stood up looking at Scott. "I can do this. Especially if you're there."
"But, Liam, it's not just about the game. We think whoever killed Demarco might be on our team."
"Who's Demarco?"
"The one who brought the beer to the party. The guy who was beheaded. Remember?"Stiles addressed to Liam.
"We think the person who ordered the keg killed Demarco." I looked at Liam who was giving a face that he knew something.
"Liam? What, you know something?" I guessed as I crossed my arms.
"I don't know who ordered the keg. But I know who paid for it."
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Kira was on the team. Thats good, I'm not the only girl on the team. Demetri came running onto the field and we all gathered around.
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Dear Juliet | S. Stilinski (editing)
Fanfiction(made this in middle school, WARNING FOR ALL CRINGE) i will be editing so it won't be ass cringey Juliet McCall is the youngest of the family. The baby of course. She's been hell and back in these times with her twin brother Scott McCall and her be...
