Anchor// Liam Dunbar (editing/on hold)

{3} Over the Edge

Rylinn's POV

So to recap Derek is back to being regular old sour wolf and I'm happy about it. But I'm definitely gonna miss the Derek that actually compliments me and thinks of me an actual person.

"Of course you're still the team captain. You got your grades up just like Coach told you to, right?" Stiles says to Scott as we walk up to the lacrosse field

"Yeah, but he never told me I was back on the team. He just told me to show up at tryouts today."

"We got bigger things to deal with anyway. Did you tell Argent yet?"

"Ah. I texted him but he didn't get back to me." Scott says as I mentally face palm

"You told him his sister Kate came back from the dead over a text?"

"I didn't have the money to call France."

"Yeah, you think you got money problems? Try paying for an MRI and a visit to Eichen House."

"Another notice?"

"Yeah, this one said, 'Final.' Now, what the hell are we even doing here anyway? We got like a 177 million problems and worrying about our status on the lacrosse team is not one of them."

"It is now." I say as a kid is catching every single ball and I mean Every. Single. Ball.

"Who the hell is that?"

He takes off his helmet and looks over where we were standing. He then proceeds to wink at me making me blush like crazy. I give him a small smile in return.

This guy is freaking good looking. No not good looking god looking holy hale. I can see his blue eyes from over here, they are so much bluer than mine they are like the ocean. I should seriously quit drooling over him anyway.

"Okay, maybe we should just practice a little bit." Stiles says

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"Hey, Liam. You want to explain what that was out there?" Stiles says dragging me into the locker room with them.

"What do you mean?"

"That little display. Your little circus act."

"What circus act?" Liam says looking over at me and I shrug giving him a small smile.

"You caught every shot."

"I was in goal." Liam deadpanned

"Yeah, but nothing, not a single shot got past you."

"Yeah, I was the goalie. You guys played this game before?"

"You're a freshman, right?"

"Yeah."

Whelp I finally find a guy my age and Stiles is grilling him with 20 questions.

"But you weren't here last semester."

"I transferred from Devenford Prep."

"You transferred?"

"Yeah."

"No, you got kicked out, didn't you?" Scott says as I give him a glare.

"All right. Look! Kicked out or transferred, what do you guys care? I came here to play lacrosse. The team could use a few good players, right?"

"No. No, we don't need any more good players."

"Actually, we could sort of use a couple."

"Okay, how'd you get this good? Have you always been this good? Or did it suddenly happen just once over night. Have you ever been out in the middle of the woods during the night of a full..."