Season 4 (Book 2)
Chelsea Argent has been through it all. Ever since her dad left, she has been living with Scott and Melissa McCall. The death of her sister, Allison, and boyfriend, Aiden, brought her down. With the help of her friends, she slowly...
The guys were busting each others asses. Aggressiveness over here roughness over there. Thank god coach likes me so much. I really didn't want to be in between the mess unfolding before me.
The boys began running around the field when coach blew his whistle.
"Terrible. Horrifying. Pathetic. Unbelievably pathetic." Coach points at the players passing by him. "Is that everyone?"
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And then there's Stiles. He came in last so out of breath he fell to the ground.
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I chuckle, "Malia, your boyfr-"
She cuts me off, "Stupid I know."
"Yeah, that's everyone." Coach nods
I went down to check on Stiles, but Coach called me over. He blew his whistle and made everyone come over.
"Okay, what you guys did there was unbelievably pathetic. Argent is the only girl on the team and she could have simply beat all of your asses!" He yells at everyone. "You're all pathetic, which is why she isn't trying out. I'm looking for players that are like her or slightly less skilled than her so get your head in the game!" Coach turns to me. "Argent, show these pathetic losers what you got. Please grab a stick and helmet."
I nod and someone handed me their stick.
"Thank you." I say politely.
Scott puts his helmet on my head, "Coach really likes you."
I smirk, "I know."
There was a person in goal and I was standing a couple of feet back.
I can't believe I'm doing this in a dress, I thought
Coach blew the whistle and I ran in my heels towards the goalie. I threw the ball and it perfectly curved hitting the back of the net.
"Amazing! You see that! That's what I want!" Coach says ecstatically.
After a couple of more shots, I hand back Scott his helmet and threw the stick back at the person who gave it to me earlier.
"Thanks. . ." I trail off wanting to know his name.
