Leila pushed her backpack higher up on her shoulders as she took a deep breath. Her phone was in her hand, and for that day, it read: I am so posting this. She turned the door handle and opened it quietly, only to see Coach yelling at Scott.
"-not averaging a 'D' in this class. Come on, buddy. You know I can't keep you on the team if you have a 'D.' How about you summarize, uh, the previous night's reading? No? How about the, uh, the night before that? How about you summarize anything you've ever read-In your entire life?"
"I-I uh-" Scott stuttered. Leila could hear his pulse rising in her ears.
"No? A blog? How about, uh, how about, uh, the back of a cereal box? No? How about the adults only warning from your favorite website you visit every night? Anything? Thank you, McCall, thank you. Thank you, McCall! Thank you for extinguishing any last flicker of hope I have for your generation. You just blew it for everybody. Thanks. Next practice you can-"
Leila began to clap slowly, making everyone turn to her.
"Thank you, Coach, for that inspiring speech. I really enjoy coming back from the hospital, only to see you to yell at Scott about how he's a disappointment. I mean; it's not like the last time someone insulted the McCall's, I ended up yelling at them."
"Why would you care about the McCall's?" Obviously, Coach wasn't outside after the parent/teacher conference. "From what I've heard, you haven't lived with them for the past ten years."
"That's because I've been with the Hale's," snapped Leila.
Coach threw his hands up in the air. "Even better! Live with a family that burned to death!"
"Uh... Coach?" Stiles said quietly at the look on Leila's face.
"Most of them burned to death, one was just cut right in half, another's in a coma, and the last one's a fugitive! Whipee! So, what's wrong with you? Are you a serial killer? Hm?" He turned to the class. "Class, welcome our improved version of Leila-what should I call you; Hale or McCall?" When she didn't answer, he continued. "Leila McHale! The old Leila was a popular girl! Now, she's a serial killer!"
Leila slammed her hands on the nearest desk and took deep breaths, trying to calm herself down. The air pressure decreased drastically, making everyone's ears pop. The ground below them shook, and the water in water bottles blew out of it like an explosion.
"Oh, do you not like that title?" Coach yelled. "Should I call you something else? Hm? What about this-Fire Girl?"
Everything that was shaking stopped. The air pressure went back to normal. The water bottles fixed themselves.
"Don't call me that, Coach. Don't ever call me that again."
"Oh? And why not?" He paused, then smirked. "Fire Girl."
"I SWEAR TO THE GODS THAT IF YOU DON'T SHUT THE SHIT UP, I'M GOING TO RIP YOUR THROAT OUT!" Leila roared. "WITH MY TEETH!"
"Yeah, she's definitely related to Derek," Stiles breathed out.
"Jeez!" Coach exclaimed. "What's so wrong with calling you that?"
"I was in the Hale fire!" Leila bellowed. "I was there when someone started a bonfire in the house! I was sick that day, and I clearly remember running out of the house to get Derek and Laura! I remember watching everyone around me die from the flames that licked the building! I WAS THERE WHEN NEARLY EVERYONE IN THE HALE FAMILY DIED!"
Coach paled slightly but stopped talking. She turned to Scott.
"And Scotty, if you're going to have ideas like that, include me in it. If you're really going to do it, then I wish you luck." She held up two fingers on each hand. "Douces. Hasta la Vista. Arrivederci. Ciao."
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Opia
Romance"I'm not a beta," Leila growled at Kate. "You think that there's three betas, but there's not. I may look like one, but I'm the alpha of my own pack. And just like you Argents, we have our own motto. But in Greek instead of French. It's not too diff...
