Scott McCall Imagines

The Captain (Part 1)

She sat in the bleacher 'watching' the lacrosse practice for the Beacon Hills team. She could think of a million other things she could be doing right now and watching her phone while she listened to Coach scream at the team was not on that list. She had other things she wanted to be doing, that's for sure; but with her car broken down her only options were to ride the bus or get a ride with her dad. Neither seemed too appealing to her but riding to school with her dad was by far the lesser of two evils. The worst part about riding with her dad was that she had to wait until he was all done with work, which meant watching him run lacrosse players to their breaking point and then just a little bit further. Coach as a dad, wasn't bad, coach as a coach was exhausting. Y/N wasn't even out on the field and she was exhausted just from listening to her dad yell commands at these guys, causing her to listening to music while she played games on her phone so she didn't have to hear his voice anymore. She sat on the bleachers for a few moments, alone and immersed in her own world, when two people sat down beside her. Malia sat on one side of her and Lydia took a seat on the other side. Y/N turned her music off and looked back and forth between the girls. She wasn't exactly 'friends' with these two ladies beside her but they were friendly with each other; Y/N had studied with Lydia on a few occasions and she had given Malia a driving lesson once or twice so it wasn't awkward between the three of them but the look on their faces confused Y/N as she looked between them.

"Hey Y/N, what are you up to? Watching practice?" Y/N looked at Lydia strangely before answering.

"Sort of. I'm waiting for Dad." Y/N turned her attention back to her phone as Lydia continued to speak and Malia tapped her foot anxiously against the bleachers.

"Oh yeah, Malia is really sorry about your car by the way," Y/N looked towards Malia who looked at her with a forced smile. "But speaking of your dad, him being the lacrosse coach and all, how do you think he would feel about you going on a date with a lacrosse player?" Y/N chuckled and looked towards Lydia who was looking at her nails, as if they were the most interesting thing on the planet. Realizing it wasn't a rhetorical question, Y/N thought about how to answer.

"I don't know really. I guess it would depend on who it was." Y/N looked back down at her phone, expecting the conversation to end but Lydia pushed the subject further.

"What do you mean? Like would he be okay with some people but not everyone? Any one specific that he would say yes to? No to?" Lydia was pushing hard on the subject. Y/N thought again before answering.

"Yeah, like Greenburg would be a hell no, obviously, but someone like Scott would probably be a yes or at least a solid maybe." Y/N laughed a little and turned her attention to the field. It looked, to her, like Scott was only half paying attentions. As if his mind was focused hard on something else, and that observation did not go unnoticed by her father.

"McCall pay attention to the game. My grandmother is better at this than you and she's dead!" Y/N rolled her eyes and shook her head.

"I don't know why he says that. Both of his grandmothers are alive and well, we just saw them last weekend," The two girls on either side of her chuckled at her comment but another laugh could be heard across the field, Scott McCall. She could see his stomach shacking with laughter for a moment before running down the field again. "Anyway, why do you ask?" Y/N had grown intrigued by the conversation and was interested in why they wanted to know. Lydia brushed it off and looked away but Malia's eyes grew wide at the question and her tapping foot picked up pace. Lydia stayed calm and collected as she answered

"No reason really. Just curious." Y/N could hear Malia breathing heavily beside her and when she turned to her, Malia had her eyes screwed shut and her mouth in a tight line and the speed of her foot continued to increase.

"Malia, are you okay?" Y/N placed a hand on her shoulder and it was like Malia exploded. Her eyes shot open and she practically screamed.

"Scott wants to ask you out but doesn't want to make Coach mad!" Her hand flew over her mouth, wishing she could drag the words out of the air and shove them back into her mouth. But she couldn't, thankful it seemed like coach hadn't heard her little out burst but it seemed like someone else did. Scott stood in the middle of the field, facing the direction of the girls. Y/N sat with her eyes wide and mouth agape staring at him on the field. Lydia had her head in her hands, disappointed in Malia for letting the cat out of the bag.

"Really Malia? You weren't supposed to say anything but of all the things for you to say it was that?" Malia hung her head low in shame.

"I'm sorry, I'm still trying to get the hang of this secrets thing." Y/N was still staring at Scott as he now ran up and down the field for the last play of practice. The two girls watched her, not uttering another word.

As practice ended Scott walked up to coach as they discussed how practice had went. Y/N stood from the bleachers, grabbing her things, and heading down to the field. Once a few steps behind her father and in Scott's line of view she stopped. Y/N stood there for a moment waiting for their conversation to end, Scott looked at her with a nervous smile before waving and taking a step towards the locker room. Y/N grabbed his hand and pulled him back towards her.

"You have two choices, either Friday after school or Saturday before the game. You have my number so you can call or text me, we can set up a time for you to pick me up." Y/N smiled and kissed Scott on the cheek before walking across the field towards the parking lot. Halfway there she turned around to see Scott starring in her direction with a giant smile plastered on his face, just behind him was Coach with his mouth agape, eyes moving back and forth between his daughter and his team captain; she turned back around and continued walking when she heard her father's voice.

"McCall, I think you and I need to have a chat."