The Lacrosse Player (Liam Dunbar)

Nice one.

I watched as my brother tried to throw the lacrosse ball but, because he was Stiles the clutz, the ball somehow ended up landing in the goalies net. The boys behind him started to laugh as he went back to Scott.

"Hey, guys? Shut up or I'll shove your balls down your throats." I yelled. Although I make fun of my brother for being clumsy, when others do it I get angry.

Liam, who now stood at the front of the line, threw the ball at the goal. He didn't even give off the impression that he actually tried, but somehow he did well.

"Yes!" Coach yelled as I yelled "That was luck!"

As Scott's turn came up I could tell he was distracted and wouldn't make it. I didn't understand why Scott wouldn't try with his Alpha skills, which coincidentally are the only reason he's on the team.

"Nice one, McCall." Garrett laughed.

I shot him a look.

Garrett is one of those kids you just want to punch in the face...repedidly.

"Garrett, shut up!" My brother yelled, glaring at the asshole.

"Isn't the captain supposed to be one of the best players on the team?" Kira asked herself.

"Or good?" Malia pondered.

"Little stilinski, what should I make them do? You always know how to torture them." Coach asked from the field. "Two on ones?" I asked.

Coach and I had a good relationship. I was one of the only students in the school he didn't totally want to strangle and I was also the only person to ever question him, which he found refreshing.

"McCall and Stilinski grab the long sticks, you're covering the goal for two on ones. Let's go! Line it up." He said as everyone except Scott and Stiles formed a line.

Garrett was first. He ran towards Scott with his stick, I laughed as Scott smacked the stick out of his hands and he fell to the ground.

"Greggory, what's good!" I yelled, laughing at my horrible joke.

"It's Garret!" Garret yelled from the ground.

"Same thing!" Coach and I chorused together.

Sometimes I wondered if Finstock was my real father.

"That's my boys! Those two and that little one over there are like my children....if I had children." He laughed.

The next one, Max, started running towards the boys but they pushed him to the ground.

"That's how you do it! Thats how it's done!"

The two boys chest bumped, Stiles being the weaker one, fell to the ground. I tried to hold in my laughter the best that I could. Knowing that if I laughed at him, my life would end today.

The next one was Liam. He started to run towards my brother, Stiles tried to block his way but failed. Scott tried to make his stick fall but also failed. Then, Liam threw the ball and made it into the goal.

And with that, my plans of ignoring him went out the door.

Before I could say something, Malia yelled "That was luck! Do over."

"Sweetheart, there is no do overs. This a practice." Coach said laughing.

"Ten bucks on Scott and Stiles." She bet.

Oh, she's done it now.

"I'll take that action. Hey! Get back in there Liam" Coach yelled back.

Liam went back to his position and took off running as soon as he could. Stiles tried to hit him but Liam dodged. But, like a miracle, Scott rammed into Liam flipping him over. A sickening crack could be heard throughout the field as Liam collided with the ground.