Ep 2 ・❥・ second chance at first line

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"Took you long enough!" Lydia exclaimed, spotting Harper weaving her way through the bustling hallway and making her way over to her.

"This school is massive" Harper sighed as Lydia rummaged through her purse for her lipgloss, "and I'm not exactly over the moon about staying after school to watch lacrosse practice."

"Well, you better find it in you to at least look like you're enjoying it," Lydia replied incoherently as she glided the lip gloss wand over her lips.

"There is no way you're telling me you actually enjoy watching lacrosse." Harper deadpanned, Lydia shrugging in response.

"Not exactly" she trailed off, a playful smirk lingering on her lips, "I do like watching Jackson play lacrosse though."

Harper shot Lydia a judgmental look and Lydia just rolled her eyes in response, "It's not that bad." She added as they both made their way to the pitch.

It was Harper's first day and Lydia had instantly befriended her, introduced her to so many people Harper lost count and gave her plenty of fashion advice in the mere hours they had known each other.

Harper hadn't seen Scott all day, and she was thankful for it. Not seeing him meant she got to skip the awkward encounter with him. The classes Harper sat through were mundane and dull, but she didn't expect anything less. School was always boring.

"That one is Jackson." Lydia pointed out whilst he went over to grab a long stick as per the request of the coach. Harper knew nothing about lacrosse but Jackson's expression conveyed it wasn't exactly a good thing. He grabbed the stick and jogged back to join the rest of his team and stationed himself in front of the keeper.

The longer Harper sat and watched the lacrosse practice, the more tiresome it became. Lydia seemed to feel the same, her face resting in a monotone look most of the time. The only time she would have a smile on her face or looked somewhat interested was when it had anything to do with Jackson. Besides that, she and Harper both looked bored to death.

The sun beamed down, its balmy rays cast a soft glow onto the pitch whilst the coach blew the whistle around his neck, assembling his team into a neat single-filled line.

"McCall, what are you waiting for?" The coach questioned, throwing his hands up in frustration, shortly after ordering a kid named Greenburg to take a lap.

Harper's eyes shot open in surprise as she tried to decipher whether both her ears and eyes were playing tricks on her. And to her dismay, they weren't. She pinched the bridge of her nose not being able to understand why Scott could possibly think it was a good idea to play lacrosse when he couldn't even control his shift.

"Go Jackson!" Lydia hollered, and even from the bleachers, Harper could see Jacksons' smug grin plastered on his face.

Scott turned his head to look over in Lydia's direction only to be greeted coldly by Harper, who sat beside a grinning Lydia. Scott stood there like a deer in the headlights until the coach groaned in annoyance.

"McCall, we don't have all day." The coach grumbled snapping Scott out of his daze once again. Scott readjusted his grip on the lacrosse stick he was holding before charging toward Jackson. Well, more like he lightly jogged towards Jackson, who immediately shoved Scott to the ground with a loud thump.

Harper grimaced, "Brutal" she mumbled under her breath watching as Scott lay there for a moment trying to find the strength to lift himself off the ground. Jackson strode over to him, saying something that magically got Scott up on his feet. Whatever he said also fueled Scott to shoot Jackson a bitter scowl.

The coach wandered toward Scott and crouched beside him, "My grandmother can move faster than that. And she's dead. Do you think you can move faster than the lifeless corpse of my dead grandmother?"

The coach's voice boomed loud enough for both Harper and Lydia to hear, causing Harper to snort, she already liked the coach more than lacrosse.

Scott's head hung low, as he shot Jackson a sour glare and after a few seconds of conversing with each other, Scott took his spot at the front of the line, "McCall is gonna do it again, McCall is gonna do it again!" The coach announced sounding like a broken record.

"Yeah, he's going to do it again and embarrass himself, again." Lydia snickered and before Harper had time to even react, Scott launched himself at Jackson. This time, at full speed and full force.

"Jackson!" Lydia shrieked, she immediately sprang up and ran over to Jackson, who was sprawled out on the ground, grabbing his injured shoulder.

Meanwhile, Scott ran off the field, with someone who had his arm wrapped around him, leading him away, "I'm going to kill him." Harper cursed under her breath as she ran down the bleacher steps. Once she reached the bottom and was on the field Harper reckoned that Lydia would be too preoccupied to notice or really care about her absence.

Harper scanned the pitch for both Scott and the boy with him, who must've had a death wish, and she managed to just about make out their red Jersey in the distance. They were headed for the boys locker room. She let an annoyed sigh before running after them. She followed them through desolate hallways trying her best to not let them out of her sight, but they were already quite far ahead of her.

The pair turned a corner, "Get away from me!" Harper heard a yell undoubtedly belonging to Scott echo through the hallway shortly after. She picked up her pace trying to decipher where exactly the noise had come from. Harper being new to the school didn't help her trying to find the stupid locker rooms.

Clattering and banging and eventually a roar of some sort pointed Harper in the right direction. She ran into the boy's locker room, as weird as it felt, it was rather that or let Scott kill someone. Scott was on top of the lockers, baring his teeth at a petrified boy with a buzz cut. Harper frantically scanned the room for anything that might help.

She spotted a bright red fire extinguisher behind the cornered boy, who was still unknown to Harper. "Behind you! The fire extinguisher!" Harper yelled, pointing him in the right direction. The boy looked over at her, he opened his mouth to say something but quickly decided against it and fumbled for the fire extinguisher behind him before firing it in Scott's direction, right as he leapt towards him.

Harper realized that the panicked boy had no intention of moving out of Scott's way so she grabbed him by his jersey and pulled him around the corner. Both her and the boy were both breathless, he was still clinging onto the fire extinguisher like a child does with their stuffed animal. Harper felt her heart beating wildly as if there was a tiny hummingbird in her chest.

She peered inside the locker room, to see Scott stumbling to a bench, and relief swallowed her whole. At least he wasn't trying to kill anyone anymore. "Stiles?" Scott called nervously.

So that was his name.

Stiles.

Harper and Stiles shared a fleeting glance, neither one of them finding the courage to look at each other for more than a few seconds. Their backs were pressed against the wall, the only thing that separated them from Scott.

Harper looked away from Stiles, her eyes fixated on the floor but Stiles couldn't seem to look away from her this time. "I think someone is waiting for you," she murmured in a hushed tone, her eyes flicking towards Stiles who just gave a small nod.

He pushed himself off the wall and walked into the changing rooms, Harper just behind him. He dropped the fire extinguisher, creating an ear-splitting noise as it met the ground.

Stiles ripped off his lacrosse gloves, tossing them to the side, "What happened?" Scott asked his eyes landing on Stiles, but when he spotted Harper in the corner his demeanour almost completely changed, "Wait- are you stalking me?"

"No, I'm not stalking you. I was with Lydia. And I don't think that's the most pressing concern when you just tried to kill your friend."

"Best friend, actually." Stiles corrected causing Harper to just roll her eyes at his comment.

"I tried to kill you?" Scott shook his head, dumbfounded by the information. Stiles pressed his lips into a thin line and gave Scott a slight nod.

"Yeah," He trailed off, his head bobbing his head side to side, "it's like I said, it's the anger, your heartbeat rising."

"But that's lacrosse, it's a pretty violent game if you haven't noticed," Scott complained, his eyes darting between Stiles and Harper.

"It's going to get a lot more violent if you kill someone." Stiles reasoned, letting out a small sigh.

Harper found herself being glad that at least one of them was being somewhat smart about this whole thing. "But I'm first line." Scott frowned causing Harper to fall back to her annoyed state. One that just got worse by the second with all of Scott's childish whining.

"I suggest you start getting your priorities in check." Harper chimed in, "Trust me missing a few lacrosse games is going to be a lot better than having to deal with someone's blood on your hands.

As Harper walked through the vacant hallways she heard the echo of Scott's and Stiles's version of hushed whispering. It was a collection of Scott telling Stiles about his encounter with her in the woods, then them questioning her intentions, if she was working with Derek, and whether or not they could trust her.

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A/n

Hope you enjoyed!!!

Sorry it's short yall im having the worst writers block and btw this is a slow burn!!

Also thought it was worth mentioning that Selene is around Dereks age if anyone was confused about that, sorry for not making it clear.

Have a good day, evening or night!!

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