Game of Survival [S. S. Book Two]

Three

I leaned against the bleachers slightly as the boys discussed lacrosse. Stiles tried to boost Scott's morale. "Of course you're still the team captain. You got your grades up just like Coach told you to, right?"

Scott nodded. "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."

I cocked an eyebrow. "Seriously? You sent Argent a text telling him his sister came back from the dead. Scott, that might just be worse than breaking up with someone over text."

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

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

"Another notice?" Scott asked.

Stiles glanced to me as he said, "Yeah, this one said, "Final." Now, what the hell are we even doing here anyway? We got 117 million problems and worrying about our stats on the lacrosse is not one of them."

I frowned at my boyfriend. "117 million problems? I think that's too soon."

Stiles shrugged as Scott looked at the lacrosse field. "It is now."

We followed his eyes to the field to see a kid who was kicking everyone's ass at lacrosse. "Who the hell is that?" Stiles voices.

My boyfriend nodded slowly. "Okay, maybe we should just practice a little bit."

They headed off to practice and I sat and watched, occasionally laughing my ass off at them.

Stiles' POV:

After practice, I confronted Liam in the locker room as Scott listened to his heartbeat. "Hey, Liam. You want to explain what that was out there?"

Liam frowned. "What do you mean?"

"That little display. Your little circus act."

"What circus act?"

I rolled my eyes at his apparent obliviousness. "You caught every shot."

Liam nodded slowly. "I was in goal."

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

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

Scott finally spoke. "You're a freshman, right?"

Liam nodded again. "Yeah."

"But you weren't here last semester."

"I transferred from Devenford Prep."

"You transferred?"

"Yeah."

"No, you got kicked out, didn't you?" Scott corrected.

Liam sighed. "Alright. 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?"

I shook my head repeatedly. "No. No, we don't need any more good players."

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

I narrowed my eyes at Liam. "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..."

"Stiles," Scott warned.

"Hmm," Liam hummed. "Look, I learned from my stepfather, alright? He made team captain when he was a sophomore. Like you. And yeah... I guess I'm just that good."