KINDER DER NOT

TWELVE

CHAPTER TWELVE
LUST

Lunch meant that it was time for another soccer practice session to be fitted into the slot where Holly was certain that the field would be free. Her instincts told her otherwise.

A time for conversing with other students about the upcoming Fall Formal or Dance — she was never sure what difference it made calling it one or the other — and other times just to eat, as the name of the time period insinuated. So while Isaac Lahey was keeping to himself in the school's library with a book that he was telling himself that he was reading and big headphones that made it clear that he didn't want to speak, Roman was busy lugging a duffel bag with her wisps of hair falling short in front of her eyes like they didn't care that it would cause her to stumble and fall.

Shrugging into her hoodie and leggings, Roman walks out into the field to join the rest of her team mates out on the field who, to her surprise weren't already setting out the posts and handing out the coloured bibs. There was a dilemma, which proved her instincts were right. The open slot meant that the other prominent sport in the school was Lacrosse which was quote on quote —— a joke in this school. Lacrosse is the sport here.

His arrogance made her blood boil just thinking about his pathetic attempts to overpower her and her intentions. It didn't help either that his girlfriend was always so determined to prove to her that she could never be or become her. Because no matter how pretty or intelligent the girl was, she was always second best in her shadow. That was bound to scrape away her self confidence.

Jackson was already prepared for a game of lacrosse with his other team mates, no sight of a jersey with the number fourteen on it. Roman sighs with despair. But she could see the jersey numbers eleven and twenty four and behind the two helmets, she could already see an ecstatic Stiles and a slightly on edge McCall. Perhaps it was just an error in her vision but she swears that his eyes had flickered to an luminous gold before returning back to their dulled maroon.

Fortunately, it wasn't only her who could notice this change.

Autumn was tapping her shoulder with concern being the evident emotion that her features wanted to express. Clearly she didn't value Holly's instructions to set up the cones and was instead deciding to waste her time by bothering the most unconcerned and reserved person on the team. She values her friendship but she tends to give off a certain aura that made it clear that she didn't want to be spoken to. "I think he's struggling with the full moon again," she tells her, her teeth biting down on her bottom lip. "I can smell it."

"I can sense it as well," follows Sanah who effectively appears out of nowhere, adjusting her own hoodie with a frown. "His aura is a little off. I'm not sure if it's a werewolf thing but it's like I can almost feel his emotions convulsing and converting from one form to another.... it's almost soothing."

She was able to spot the jersey number fifteen in the crowd of maroon who were lifting their heads to fit their helmets on their necks. It was among those that she could pick out her brother who was immersed in conversation with his new found friends that she had yet to be introduced to. She says that it's rather hypocritical for him to embarrass her in front of Isaac like before but he doesn't have to introduce her to his own. Stupid.

"From the looks of it, I think Holly and Whittemore have reached an agreement, says Sanah with uncertainty hovering in her voice. But she wasn't exactly wrong. She sees Coach coming over to defend their rights to the field but Holly pushes forward again with profanities before picking up the set of cones that she had planned to use for practice.