"Hey Asshat!"

Chapter Two: Lacrosse games and First Kisses.
1x02: Second Chance at First Line

Lacrosse, Ophelia cringed at the sound of Coach Finstock's whistle. She walked onto the field twirling her lacrosse stick around, her hands covered with her Lacrosse mitts.

As she rolled her neck, she had a lot of pent up anger to let seeing as Max and her were fighting, he was being annoyingly overprotective, acting as if she was his property, like he owned her. Men, always feeling the need to assert their dominance. She didn't like it.

She could easily be dominant too, but then she would come off as Masculine, which was apparently not attractive. As soon as the ready whistle blew she took off tackling person after person and landing the ball into the goal.

"Let's go! That's how you do it! Captain. Greenberg, take a lap. Let's go. Faster, Greenberg! Let's go." Coach yells shoving Greenberg along. Everyone was now lined up trying to get past Jackson who was the co-captain. It was now Scott's turn who was in a daze when Coach blew the whistle.

" McCall, what are you waiting for? Let's go." Scott pops back into reality quickly before running towards Jackson who shoulder tackles him sending the latino boy flying into the air and landing on his back on the ground.

Ophelia winces from behind in front of Stiles who does the same taking in the Scent of her perfume which tickles his nose from the slight breeze that blows by.

" Hey, McCall. Hey, McCall!" Coach yells walking over to the boy who was still on the ground. He stands up leaning over and grabbing at his wrist as Ophelia squints watching closely.

"My - my grandmother can move faster than that. And she's dead. You think you can move faster than the lifeless corpse of my dead grandmother?" He yells as Scott replies were not heard due to the fact they were too far away.

"Then do it again. McCall's gonna do it again! McCall's gonna do it again! Let's go!" He yells as Scott runs over to the line. He steps back in front of Ophelia as the coach blows the whistle. Scott takes off tackling Jackson down hard onto the ground. Jackson falls back clutching his shoulder and groaning as Scott falls to his needs. Ophelia gasps running over to her friend.

A crowd forms around him as Jackson groans; she looks at him before looking up and seeing Scott and Stiles running off. She makes a note to check on Scott later before helping Jackson up. An ambulance comes and she grabs Jackson's bag along with his Wallet and tells him she will meet him at the hospital before changing and hopping into Lydia's car the duo speeding all the way to the hospital.

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Stiles was on a video call with Scott. He turns around shooting his pretend laser gun from "Star Wars'' at Scott who was unimpressed and highly irritated.

"What'd you find out?"

" Well, it's bad. Jackson's got a separated shoulder."

" Because of me?" Scott practically whines as Stiles sighs.

" Because he's a tool."

" But is he gonna play?"

"Well, they don't know yet. Now they're just counting on you for Saturday." Scott scoffs as the screen begins to glitch Stiles leans in a bit closer looking at the screen. He begins typing

"It looks like" as Scott's screen freezes waiting for his friend's reply, a rainbow circle spinning indicating the computer is waiting for the screen to catch up. "Someone's behind you" Scott clicks on his own camera, definitely seeing a figure behind him. The figure picks him, pinning him up against the wall. It was Derek Hale who had witnessed Scott's episode on the field earlier that day. Let's just say the man wasn't too happy.

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Ophelia was walking down the stairs with Allison, she was trying to reapply her lip gloss while walking as Allison stopped on the stairs seeing Scott. Which gives her a perfect chance to apply the lip gloss.

"Hey."Allison smiles at Scott who is smiling back.

"Hey."

" Busy?"

"No, no, it's just, uh, my mom, she's nothing. I mean, it's nothing. Uh, I'm never busy for you."

"I like the sound of that. I have to run to French class, but I wanted you to know that I'm coming to see you play tomorrow." She explains with a big goofy smile as Ophelia rolls her eyes at their cuteness.

"You are?" Scott says as Ophelia slams her compat mirror closed.

"Technically she's coming to see me play but you're in the game too." she jokes as Allison bumps her shoulder against hers.

"How are you by the way, you ran off the field really fast you okay?" She furrows her brows in concern, arms folded over her chest as Scott stands their mouth gaped .

"Uh yeah just got a nose bleed, Stiles helped me." he smiles nervously as the two girls nod with a shrug believing him.

"Anyway we're all going out afterwards. You, me, Lydia, Jackson, Ophelia and Max." Allison list off as Ophelia shakes her head as she takes a sip of water.

"Max is an ass and I refuse to be in the same vicinity as him so he will not be going." Allison chuckles before turning back to Scott

" It's gonna be great. Tell Stiles to come too. Uh, save me a seat at lunch." The couple smile at each other as the bell rings.

"Crap Ally We gotta go." She grabs Allison's hand. "Later Mccall." she yells behind her as the two head towards their lockers. They put in their combinations as Ophelia grabs her books quickly before shutting her locker as the second Bell rings indicating they had five mins before they were late for class.

Allison jumps at the sound grabbing her book before slamming her locker. The two girls interlock hands before walking to class.

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Scott Mcall was in calculus class he had just got called up to the chalk board along with Lydia Martin the two were asked to solve the equations on the board. The room was quiet.

The only sound was the pencils moving quickly against the papers from the other students in the room, the slight patter from the teacher who was pacing through the desk and the tapping of the chalk on the board.

"Why is there a rumor going around that you're not playing tomorrow?"

" 'Cause I'm sort of not."

" I think you sort of are. Especially when you brutally injure my boyfriend by ramming into him." Lydia glares in his direction while still tapping the chalk against the board, solving the problem with ease.

"He brutally injured himself by ramming into me."

"Jackson's gonna play tomorrow. But he's not gonna be at his peak, and I prefer my boyfriend at peak performance." She whispers getting close to Scott's face who gulps.

"Okay."

"I date the captain of the winning lacrosse team, and if they start off the season losing, I date the captain of the losing lacrosse team. I don't date losers."

"Ophelia is the Captain of team Jackson is the Co-caption and losing one game isn't gonna kill anyone. In fact, it might even save someone." Scott turns his attention back to the equation in front of him not even close to Solving it.

" Fine! Don't play. We'll probably win anyway. Then we'll go out after, like we were planning - and I'll introduce Allison to all the hot players on the team. And Scott McCall can stay home, surfing the net for porn." Lydia smirks before placing the chalk down in the holder, clasping her hands together to get the dust off and walking back to her seat. Smiling at the teacher who smiles back, before turning to Scott with a sigh.

"Mr. McCall, you're not even close to solving your problem."

"Tell me about it." The boy grumbles.

Lydia was introducing Allison to some of the lacrosse players in the team. Ophelia didn't know why Allison was clearly in love with Scott. Tyler was gross anyway Opehlia was yawning and looking at nails while Lyida introduced the two.

Before Opehlia can protest Lydia is whisking her away by her hand as she stomps whining, she didn't want to leave, but Allison was talking with Scott and Lydia felt the need to give them privacy.

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Ophelia was at the hospital with Lydia waiting for Jackson, she was sitting in a chair, legs sprawled over the side, she was looking at a magazine as she listened to music with her earphones.

Her sister was next to her on her bluetooth headset, Ophelia had put in the headphones to drown out her sisters talking with Gina on the phone. Her hood pulled over her head.

Stiles stands there at the counter adjusting his jacket when he sees the two strawberry blondes sitting in the chairs a few feet away. He adjusted himself, running a hand over his face before stepping up to the woman.

"Hey, Ophelia. You probably don't remember me. Um, I sit behind you in Biology. Uh, anyway, I always thought that we just had this kind of connection. Unspoken, of course. Maybe it'd be kind of cool to get to know each other a little better." Stiles says as Lydia smiles, shoving her sister's arm. Who sits up looking over at where her sister was looking she pulls out her ear bud.

"Hey Stiles what's up?" she smiles as he just stands there, gulping thickly, shocked that she didn't hear any of the conversation.

"Is it worth repeating?" Lydia asks as Ophelia shoves her shoulder.

"Be nice." She turns back to Stiles. "I am sorry about her. Lydia can be mean to people she doesn't know" she glares at her sister who shrugs, sticking her bluetooth back into her ear.

"It's okay I'll just sit." he gestures awkwardly towards the seat next to her that was around the corner. " You don't care." he picks up a pamphlet plopping down in the chair with a sigh.

A few moments pass and Jackson walks up winding his shoulder a bit before rubbing it. Lydia practically pulls Ophelia out of the seat as she stands up.

"Did he do it?"

"He said not to make a habit of it, but one cortisone shot won't kill me."

" You should get one right before the game too. The pros do it all the time. You want to be a little high school amateur? Or" Lydia grabs his hand stepping closer to him "do you want to go pro?" They begin making out as Ophelia looks away gagging, which Stiles notices trying his best not to laugh at the grossed out faces she was making.

"Okay we get it you are in love can we please go home?" she grumbles as Lydia just rolls her eyes at her sister and Jackson ruffles her hair causing her to groan. The couple walk off with Ophelia stomping behind them like a toddler.

Stiles and Scott watch as Derek Hale drives off in his camaro before piling out of Roscoe with two shovels, a backpack and a few flashlights. They walk towards Derek's house walking up a small hill that leads behind it.

"Wait, something's different." Scott sniffs the air.

" Different how?"

"I don't know. Let's just get this over with." He pushes the shovel into the dirt as the two best friends start digging. They haven't made a dent in the dirt and they were both already tired. It felt like they had been digging for hours. Hands became calloused as the wood from the shovels rubbed up against them.

"This is taking way too long."

"Just keep going."

"What if he comes back?" Scott says looking around and wiping the sweat falling from his face with his sleeve.

"Then we get the hell out of here"

"What if he catches us?" He asks his friend as they stop digging momentarily.

" I have a plan for that."

"Which is?"

"You run one way. I run the other. Whoever he catches first, too bad." They start digging again as Scott scoffs.

"I hate that plan."

Stiles hears a thud and they both immediately stop digging with the shovels, tossing them to the side and scooping the dirt out of the way with their hands. They see two thin ropes sticking out from the dirt. They begin hurriedly untying the ropes and pull back the thick tarp as Stiles screams Jumping back at the sight. There lyes a wolf with its tongue hanging out and eyes open and dark.

" What the hell is that?"

" It's a wolf." Scott replies clutching his chest trying to stop his racing heart.

"Yeah, I can see that. I thought you said you smelled blood, as in human blood."

"I told you something was different." the two pant out of breath from all the digging.

"This doesn't make sense."

"We gotta get out of here." Scott says looking around worried about the arrival of Derek Hale.

" Yeah. Okay, help me cover this up." They start to cover up the wolf when Stiles stops in his tracks noticing a flower blooming a few feet in front of them. Scott looks at his friend then the flower back to his friend before asking him what's wrong Stiles explains that when he was doing all his werewolf research he came across a flower just like that called Wolfsbane.

He asks Scott about it, who is clueless, before walking over to the flower and picking it up from the dirt. He sees that it's attached to the rope and he begins pulling it moving in a circle as he collects the rope while still holding the flower and the rope in his hand.

"Stiles." Scott says looking down as Stiles appears next to him gasping at the sight.

" Holy" they look down at the dirt seeing a body now instead of a wolf.

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Ophelia was ready for the game tonight. She walked onto the field behind Scott and Stiles. She was about to run up to them to tell them to have a good game when her sister snatched Scott up by the collar of his jersey. She grimaced at the sight approaching the duo.

. "I just want you to remember one thing for tonight."

"Uh - Winning isn't everything?"

"Nobody likes a loser." she laughs straightening out his jersey with her hand before patting his chest. Scott shakes his head walking away as Lydia turns to her sister.

"Why are you so evil?" Ophelia smirks as Lydia straightens out her jersey a bit.

"You love me. Hey do me a favor and kick the other team's ass. Captain." she smiles walking towards the bleachers

"Don't I always." Ophelia yells behind her. She walks over to the bench putting on her gear as Stiles sits there biting on his nails. She laughs at the sight.

"Hey don't be nervous. Scott will do great out there.'' She gives his shoulder a squeeze as Stiles eyes go wide before he gulps quickly. She smirks at him pulling on her helmet as the whistle for the game to start is blown. Everyone from each team ran out on the field.

"Down! Set!" the referee yells as Ophelia gets in the ready position, the player on the other team glaring at her through his helmet. The referee blows the whistle and she scoops up the ball running down the field and swerving past a couple players from the other team before seeing them about to box her in.

She tosses the ball to Danny, who passes it to Max who gets tackled, cause the crowd to wince loudly the ball lays there on the ground and Scott and jackson look at it before running towards it, Jackson tackles Scott to the ground scooping up the ball and tossing it into the net causing everyone to cheer.

Ophelia didn't like seeing Jackson not sharing the ball with Scott, he was just as good of a player as he was, why was being so childish. She sighed knowing this was going to be a long Game.

Everyone was high fiving Jackson and she stared at Scott to see him looking at Lydia and Allison, who were holding up two different signs each. Lydia had a sign that said "#12 is a Hottie." which was Ophelia's number and Allison was holding up a sign that said "We Luv Jackson". Which made even Ophelia wince.

Jackson dragged Ophelia by her jersey over to a huddle with the rest of the team that was playing on the field minus Scott.

"Why isn't Mccall in the huddle guys?" Ophelia asks as Jackson glares at everyone who gulps.

"Pass the ball Only to me or Phe. Not Mccall"

"But what if he's open?" Danny asks as Jackson grabs his jersey a bit causing Ophelia to step in between them

" Who's the captain, you or me?"

"Me, I am the captain of this team as well Jack and I think you're being an ass." Ophelia sasses as all the other players nod in agreement.

"Jackson, come on, dude, I just wanna win." Danny whines

"We will win."

"but-."

"What did I say? Huh? What did - I say?"

"Don't pass to McCall." Danny mutters as Jackson hits Danny in the chest, the huddle dismering back their positions Ophelia scoffs.

"You are being a bit harsh don't you think Jack?" she yells who is ignoring her.

"Hey asshat!" she yells as he turns around. The two in each other's faces. If it was a war he wanted it was a war he was going to get. Jackson was messing with a Lioness and he needed to be careful or she might tear him from limb to limb.

"I don't know if that cortisone has gone to your head, but you need to chill." she shoves him in the chest before walking off to her position. Not knowing that Scott could hear everything, he smiled a bit at the fact that she was standing up to him, but couldn't help himself from wanting to rip Jackson's throat out.

The score was three to five and beacon hills was not the five. They were losing badly because of Jackson's stupid plan.

Lydia wasn't making things better, holding up signs for only Jackson, Ophelia knew she was trying to Make Scott jealous to make him want to win more but it still didn't hurt any less.

She would also Hold up signs for Ophelia too who was basically running all the plays by herself up in the front since Jackson wouldn't let anyone pass to Scott everytime Ophelia went to pass to him Jackson would tackle the poor kid which wasn't helping.

"Down! Set!"

Ophelia was in the front behind Scott who was in her position trying to catch the ball. The whistle blows and the ball is thrown in the air. Scott jumps over the other player and catches it taking off like lightning down the field Ophelia was his guard, tackling anyone that tried to get in his way, the two swerving through the guys or Tacking into them the ball flies into the net and crowd cheers as Does Opehlia who high fives Scott.

"McCall! Pass to McCall!" Coach Finstock yells as Jackson looks over at Ophelia who glares at him.

"Set!" they get back into position again Ophelia bumping sticks with the guy in front of her. The whistle blows and he catches the ball looking at Ophelia.

"Girls shouldn't be playing lacrosse, go paint your nails sweetheart." he teases as Ophelia is about to speak she could've sworn she heard Scott growl at the guy who in return, tosses the ball to Scott. She stands there bewildered for a second when the opposing team just passes the ball to Scott, she begins guarding him as they run down the field and he scores.

Position change Jackson in the front , he tosses the ball to Scott as Ophelia stands behind him guardian him thereseoghteen seconds on the clock and Scott is standing there holding the ball as two players are about to tackle him from either side. Ophelia runs and tackles one of them as Scott whisk the ball into the net at the last second.

The crowd roared with happiness rushing onto the field. Allison runs upto Ophelia hugging her before the two look around for Scott seeing him running off the field. They follow after him trying to keep up as Ophlia drops her mitt, she tells Allison to go ahead and that she'll catch up with her and when she finally does walk into Stiles.

literally, the two bump into each other, their bodies pressed closely together. He shushes her pointing behind the lockers as Ophelia sees Allison and Scott kissing. She smiles tripping a bit and into Stiles more, the two now staring into each other's eyes

"I gotta get back to my dad." Allison walks away past the lockers noticing Stiles and Ophelia who Jump back from one another. "Hi, Stiles. You coming Phe?" She asks Ophelia to remember their plans they had after the game.

"Mmm Hmm yeah." she gulps quickly looking at the ground as she walks out after Allison

" Bye, yeah." Stiles says scratching the back of his head.

The two girls leave as Scott has a shit eating grin plastered on his face, Stiles does too quickly remembering why he came into the locker room to find his best friend in the first place. His smile fades.

"I kissed her. Stiles." Scott says in shock still not believing that the beautiful brunette and him shared a kiss a few seconds ago.

" I saw."

"She kissed me."

"Saw that too. That's pretty good, huh?"

" I - I - I don't know how, but I controlled it. I pulled it back. Maybe I can do this. Maybe it's not that bad."

"Yeah, heh. We'll talk later, then." Stiles hits his friend in the chest proceeding to walk away when Scott stops him.

"What?"

" The, uh, medical examiner looked at the other half of the body we found."

"And -" Scott says with a shrug as Stiles sighs, he really didn't want to kill his friend's mood.

"Well, I'll keep it simple. Medical examiner determines the killer of the girl to be an animal, not human. Derek's human, not animal. Derek not killer. Derek let out of jail."

" Are you kidding?" Scott whines as Stiles pats his back

" No, and here's a bigger kick in the ass. My dad I.D.'d the dead girl. Both halves. Her name was Laura Hale. "

"Hale?"

"She's Derek's sister." The two stare at each other in both shock and annoyance, before grabbing their gear and leaving. It had been a long night and being at the school was the last thing they wanted. Stile couldn't help but think back to the moment he shared with Ophelia it was simple, but her eyes weren't, they were earth green, and staring into them made him lost, he felt like he was running through a field of flowers, it was serene she was like mother nature and he wanted more.

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