Hello! Sorry that this took so long, but I finally got my Wattpad working again. I'm not sure when I'll update again after this, since I go back to school on Tuesday and on Saturday, my family is having a silly get together at my house. Also, expect less frequent updates, because in a couple weeks, football games start back up along with parades and The Fair. That's about it, enjoy this chapter and sorry it took so long!
-Recap-
"Yeah." Derek agrees, putting the supplies away. "But we still need to get Isaac to school."
"Shit, we do." I curse, running back into our room.
(Lyrica's P.O.V.)
"Thanks for the ride." Isaac says, getting out of the car.
"No problem, Kiddo. We'll pick you up after lacrosse practice." Derek says.
"Okay. See ya."
"Bye, Isaac. Behave." I say, jokingly narrowing my eyes at him.
"I will." He says before turning around and entering the school. Derek drives away from the school and I sigh, leaning back into my seat.
"What?" Derek asks, taking a hold of my hand.
"Things are just gonna get worse from now on, aren't they?" I ask, looking at him.
"Sadly." He sighs. "But we'll get through it together. We always do."
"I love you." I sigh, entwining our fingers and closing my eyes.
"I love you too, Lyrie."
-Time Skip-
Derek and I are standing in the treeline, watching the lacrosse practice. Isaac runs up to Jackson, quickly getting knocked down. I growl lowly as Isaac slowly stands up, wincing at the movement. A couple players help him walk over to the benches and one hands him an ice pack for his ankle. Isaac pulls his pants leg up, revealing a nasty looking bruise forming. He winces and carefully places the ice pack over it before diverting his attention to the other players. Scott goes up against Jackson, only to be knocked on his ass. The entire team laughs as Coach walks up to him.
"Hey McCall! Hey, McCall!" He laughs, walking up.
"You sure you still wanna be first line, McCall?" Jackson smirks, walking away.
"M-My grandmother can move faster than that." Coach says, bending down to Scott's level. "And she's dead. Do you think you can move faster than the lifeless corpse of my dead grandmother?"
"Yes, Coach." Scott seethes.
"I can't hear you."
"Yes Coach!" Scott yells, his eyes glowing.
"Then do it again." He says, standing up. Scott gets up and runs back to the front of the line, Finstock taunting him as he runs. "McCall's gonna do it again! McCall's gonna do it again!"
Scott runs forward and slams Jackson to the ground. Jackson collapses, holding his shoulder in pain. Scott falls down, clutching his head as Stiles runs up to him and the rest of the team, minus Isaac, crowds around Jackson.
"Let's go." I sigh, pulling Derek away from the field. We walk back to the old Hale House and go inside, sitting on the stairs. I lay my head on Derek's shoulder and he wraps his arm around me.
"I miss Laura and Hunter." He suddenly says, making me look up at him.
"Me too." I sigh, tears filling my eyes. "Hunter would have loved it here. He would've loved Isaac too."
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Mama Hale
Fanfiction//PSA BEFORE YOU READ: This story was written when I was brand new to everything writing. For a much better everything, go read the rewritten version on my profile. Still written by me, just MUCH better in literally every way. If you still choose to...
