EDITED

"Of course you're still team captain." Isabelle stated, walking with her brother and friend to the lacrosse field. Isabelle loved watching her boys play, even if they weren't always the best.
"You got your grades up just like Coach told you to, right?" Stiles asked.
"Yeah, but he never told me I was back on the team. He just told me to show up at tryouts today." Scott said.
"We got bigger things to worry about anyways. Did you tell Argent yet?" Stiles questioned.
"Uh. I texted him but he didn't get back to me." Scott frowned, the three stopped walking.
"You told him his sister, Kate, came back from the dead over text?" Stiles asked, sceptially making Isabelle look at her brother.
"I didn't have the money to call France." Scott responded, trying to justify himself.
"It's better than a twitter post." Isabelle commented with a shrug. She wished she and her brother could've told Chris about his sister but their funds had been tight. Isabelle knew her mother was struggling to keep up with the bills, she tried her hardest to slip any cash she could gather and hide it in unsuspecting places she knew her mother would look.
"Yeah, you think you've got money problems? Try paying for an MRI and a visit to Eichen house." Stiles spoke.
"Another notice?" Isabelle asked, sincerely worried for her friend and his family n
"Yeah, this one said, "Final." Now, what the hell are we even doing here anyway? We got like a 117 million problems and worrying about our status on the lacrosse team is not one of them." Stiles ranted.
"It is now." Scott said, making Isabelle and Stiles turn to the field. They looked at the boy at the net, him not missing a single ball flying towards him by Garret and some sophomore, much to Isabelle's amazement.
She had remembered the days before Scott was bit. How her brother loved the game but couldn't keep up with it, due to his Asthma and terrible coordination. She smirked to herself, remembering the multiple times she had watched him get hit in the face by the ball.
"Who the hell is that?" Stiles asks, as if the boy heard him, he lifted his helmet, again to Isabelle's amazement.
"Who the hell is that?" Isabelle questions herself, making Stiles look at her like she was insane. She shrugged her shoulders, "I like pretty things and he sure is one."
"Okay maybe we should practice just a little bit." Stiles said, in almost a whimper.

Isabelle sat on the bleachers with her history textbook sitting on her lap, waiting for Scott and Stiles to return from the locker room. Mason had been waiting for Liam to get out of practice so they could walk together.
When Mason finally spotted Liam, who was putting some stuff into his backpack he walked straight to him.
"Hey." Mason said.
"Hey." Liam greeted, nodding his head to greet him.  The two boys stood and talked more. Liam was still learning the ways of Beacon Hills but Mason was still impressed with how well Liam had been doing in such a short amount of time.
Mason ranted on, however Liam wasn't paying attention.
"So Garrett still has my hoodie, can you believe that. It's been like four mon-"
"Who is that?" Liam cuts off, pointing to a girl on the bleachers who was bouncing her pen against the book rabidly.
"That's Isabelle McCall." Mason replied with a sigh, realizing his friend wasn't paying any attention to him.
"I think I'm in love with her." Liam says, looking from the mutual friend to the girl, she was still tapping her pen against the book, her eyebrows scrunched together. Liam knew he would let this girl murder him if she wanted to. If this is the last face he ever saw, at least it's a beautiful one.
"You just saw her like thirty seconds ago." Mason snorted, his eyebrows raised in amusement.
"Best thirty seconds of my life."
"Liam, she's one of my best friends, I think I'm her only friend in our grade. Her brother, your team captain, by the way, and his friends are super protective, and again, you just saw her. Now, I'm a hopeless romantic, I'll admit, you've got no shot." Mason said, shaking his head a little.
Liam watched her as she got up and greeted the two boys that interrogated him in the locker room and internally groaned.
"Who are they?"
"Scott McCall, her brother, and Stiles Stilinski, his best friend, who's basically like her brother."
"Well, I'm screwed." Liam muttered, remembering the strange conversation he had with the two older boys. How they interrogated the poor freshman. All Liam wanted was to get on the team and maybe get the girl.

Isabelle walked with Kira, Scott, and Stiles through the halls. Stiles was filling the group in on the news he had overheard.
"An axe murderer?" Kira asks
"A family murdering axe murderer!" Stiles corrected.
"I already heard about it." Scott replied.
"Me too..." Isabelle trailed off, pursing her lips in a smile.
"Wait, you did? What? How?" Stiles asked in shock.
"My mom called me. She knew we'd see it on the news so I told Isabelle." Scott replied, turning to look from his sister to his best friend.
"Perfect. Let's go." Stiles said, turning to walk away.
"Woah, woah," Scott said when he reached his locker, making Stiles pause. "We've got Econ in five minutes and Isabelle has English."
"All right. Did you forget the part about the family murdering axe murderer?" Stiles asked, looking his friend up and down. He looked at the young girl for some validation.
"Did you forget that your dad's the sheriff? They want us to stay out of it." Scott replied softly.
"Are you guys kidding me?" Stiles asked, looking from Kira to Scott. "There's a family murdering axe murderer and we're not going to do anything about it?"
"I agree with Stiles." Isabelle said, raising her hand slightly. Stiles mistaking it for a high five, smacked her hand with a satisfied nod. "I wasn't- oh nevermind." she sighed.
"Maybe we should just let the adults handle it." Kira said, trying to reason with the two. Stiles quirked up an eyebrow and looked at Scott.
"So the two of you, you just want to stay here, school, go to class?" Stiles asked, getting a twitch of the lips from his friend in response.
"Never heard anything so irresponsible in my life." Isabelle replied, shaking her head in disappointment as she and Stiles turned and walked away, arms linked together.
"See you at tryouts." Scott called, making Stiles flail his arms.

Isabelle took her usual spot on the bleachers, accompanied by Kira and Malia. She placed her bag down and took out her math homework, looking over at Malia who was struggling with her own.
"Terrible. Horrifying. Pathetic. Unbelievably pathetic." Finnstock said, as every member ran past him.
"You forgot Worthless, disgraceful and trash, Coach!" Isabelle called out, making him turn around and point at her in appreciation. "That's my girl, McCall!"
"Is that everyone?" Coach paused, looking at a panting Stiles who fell. "Yep, that's everyone."
Scott helped Stiles up, Stiles still trying to catch his breath.
Isabelle was looking at Liam doing push-ups.
"Why is your heart beating like that?" Malia asked, looking at the freshman girl who was gawking at the new guy.
"Like what?" Isabelle asked, finally looking at someone other than the boy.
"So fast," Malia responded. "Not like your usual panicking rate either"
"I-I don't know." Isabelle stammered, playing with a string at the bottom of her shirt.
"Do you like him?" Malia asked, gesturing to the boy. Malia raised an eyebrow at her.
"I don't even know his name." Isabelle said softly. "Please stop before Scott hears you."
Malia then turns to Kira, dropping the subject. "What's wrong with you?" Malia said with a sniff.
"Me? Nothing." Kira said, her breathing somewhat uneven.
"You reek of anxiety." Malia said bluntly. "And it's distracting. What's going on?"
"Scott and I sort of had this thing happen. But it wasn't much of a thing. And I'm starting to think it never was anything at all." Kira ranted.
"What do you want it to be?" Isabelle asked.
"More."
"Well, I know when my brother likes a girl. It's a rare thing that they like him back... but he's definitely in to you. Like extremely in to you. Just give it time and he'll come around." Isabelle replied, grabbing the girls shoulder in support.

Isabelle focused on tryouts, watching as the guys on the team laughed at Stiles, who was doing his best. She watched as Scott picked up the ball with his stick and swung it, making it hit the pole of the net.
"Nice, McCall." A freshman said. 
"Hey, Garrett... shut up!" Isabelle and Stiles exclaimed at the same time. Garrett looked at Isabelle who flipped him off with a sarcastic smile.
"Come on, Scotty." Isabelle muttered to herself.

"Isn't the captain supposed to be one of the best players? Or good?" Kira asked.
"Scott usually is good." Isabelle replied, worriedly. "I mean there was a time where he was basically living on the bench and any time he did play, he was getting hit in the face, but then the bite happened and he got better. Mom did think he was on drugs though. We almost had an intervention."
Isabelle noticed Scott and Stiles off to the side, she sighed to herself. She knew how hard Scott and Stiles worked to be on the team, especially when Scott was made captain.
"Now you reek of anxiety." Malia said to Isabelle, dropping her pen into her book.
"What if they don't make it?" Isabelle asked,
"They will!" Kira encouraged her, giving her a similar touch of the shoulder as the younger girl did earlier.
Isabelle looked to the field, her hands put together in what would've looked like a praying formation.
"You're right." Isabelle said, smiling appreciatively at Kira. "Thanks, Kira."

Coach blew the whistle, signaling the players to surround him. "Hustle!" He exclaimed, waiting for a few stragglers to join the formation. "McCall and Stilinski, grab the long sticks. You're covering goals for two-on-ones."
The freshman girl looked over as the two friends took their place on goal. She watched as Garrett scooped the ball in the net off his stick, running towards Scott and Stiles. Scott blocked Garrett's advances and knocked the ball out of his stick, Garrett landing on the floor. The team groaned in disappointment as the coach whooped.
"That's my boys!" the man exclaimed.
"Yes!" Kira and Isabelle squealed, high fiving each other. Malia looked at them with her eyebrows scrunched together.
The girls watched as Scott and Stiles worked together to block their teammates from advancing to the goal. Isabelle snorted as she watched her brothers do a chest bump that made Stiles fall to the ground.
Then came the new guy's turn, he was good and Isabelle knew Scott and Stiles were slightly intimidated by his skills. She watched as he somewhat effortlessly made his way past the two juniors and scored a goal.
"That was luck! Do over!" Malia shouted, standing up from her spot.
"Sweetheart, there are no do overs. This is practice." Coach said, amused by the girl.
"Ten bucks on Scott and Stiles."
"Make that twenty." Isabelle said, standing up with Malia, the two girls nodded at each other.
"I'll take that action." The coach says, pointing at the girls. The two high fived. "Hey, get back in there, Liam."
Isabelle inhaled sharply as she tried to process his name. Liam, she liked that.
Scott tightened his grip on his lacrosse stick. The freshman charged over to the two. Isabelle watched as Stiles fell to the ground, then over to her brother who had flipped Liam who now layed on the ground, groaning in pain.
The team "ooed" as the Coach's whistle fell out of his mouth. Liam was struggling to move, groaning in pain, as the two juniors who caused him the pain rushed to him.
"Don't move!" Coach exclaimed, rushing the the three. "Don't touch him!"
"I'm okay, Coach." Liam panted. "I'm all right." The boy tried to stand, yelping in pain. Scott and Stiles helped to adjust him, supporting him on both sides.
"I think it's my leg." Liam said, panting.
"I think we better get him to the nurse." Stiles said, Coach pointed at them to go.
"You guys take a lap." Coach demanded, pointing at his team. "Run around... Start running around the field! Stupid!" The man picked up a ball, throwing it in frustration. It was only centimeters away from Malia's face when Kira caught it with a lacrosse stick.
"Oh!" Both the coach and Isabelle said.
"Wow!" Coach said, removing his hand from over his mouth. "Nice catch. Throw it back." And so Kira did, hitting Coach Finnstock in the stomach but still.
"Oh my god." Kira stammered as the Coach groaned in pain.
"Someone ask her if she's ever played lacrosse."

Isabelle and Kira sat on the stairs as they waited for Scott. The two girls were on their sixth round of a thumb war, to which Isabelle had the upperhand in. Scott came running out of the nurses office.
"Hey, sorry about that. We're taking Liam to the hospital. It might be a sprain, it could also be a break." Scott said, grabbing his sister's hand to help her up from her spot.
"It's okay. I get it. We can talk later?" Kira says, making Scott nod and sigh.
There was some weird tension going on and Isabelle was glad it wasn't from her for once.
"And I'm sorry about before. Before, before. When I did that thing in the hallway." Scott said, making his sister raise an eyebrow.
"What?" Isabelle wondered out loud.
"It's fine. Totally okay." Kira said, cutting the young girl off
"I didn't mean to make things awkward. Or weird."
"Too late."
"Really. I'm sorry." Scott says, as he and Isabelle walk into the nurse.
Less than a minute later Scott barges out of the room, making Isabelle look at Stiles, Scott runs back in shortly after.
"You kissed her, didn't you?" Isabelle asks, smirking at her brother.
"I kissed her." Scott replied, smiling like a kid in a candy store.

Isabelle stood with the three boys as Scott signed Liam in at the hospital, none of them saying a word to each other on the way over. Scott and Isabelle look up to see their mother who was staring at them.
"Uh... hi mom." Scott and Isabelle say at the same time, as Stiles waves.
"Before you say anything, it's all Scott's fault and I love you." Isabelle rushes, making Liam chuckle slightly through the pain.
"Don't worry Liam, we'll take good care of you," Melissa says as she helps the boy into the wheelchair and turns to her daughter, "Isabelle, come help me." She says, wheeling the boy away. Isabelle looks at Scott and Stiles and sighs, following her mother.
"I want you to stay with him, try to cover up for Scott, got it?" Melissa whispers to her daughter, making the girl nod.
"Got it, save Scott's ass, like always." Isabelle whispered back.
"The doctor will be in shortly." Melissa said to Liam and exited the room.
The two teens sat in an awkward silence, not really sure what to say or do. Isabelle looked down at her shoe laces.
"So..." Liam said, breaking the silence after five minutes. He tried to position himself so he was more comfortable.
"So, I'm Isabelle." She chuckled awkwardly. "I didn't introduce myself in the car. Guess I felt like it probably wouldn't be the best time. Not that now is, or anything, but I guess it's kind of too late for that. I'm sorry I tend to keep talking until someone stops me so if you want to just interject even if it's to tell me to shut up feel free to do so or-"
"I'm Liam." The boy chuckled at the girl who was now blushing. "That's a really pretty name, Isabelle."
"Thanks, I got it for my birthday." Isabelle smiled, "My friends call me Izzy though. So you can too, if you want."
"I like Izzy too."
"I'm, I'm sorry about Scott and Stiles." She apologized, locking her hands together and fiddling with her fingers. "They're not normally like that, I swear."
"I trust you."
"You didn't," Isabelle took a breath, trying to figure out the right words to say to him. "You didn't see anything weird on the field, did you?"
"Weird how?"
"Just weird." she responded, quickly. The boy gave her a pointed look and she let out a sigh. "Sometimes the lighting on the field reflects off the equipment, it kind of makes everything look...red." She lied and it left a bitter taste in her mouth to do so. She couldn't just flat out ask him if he saw her brother's eyes turn red or if he suddenly had large, pointy teeth.
"Oh, no," Liam responded. "Nothing like that."
The two freshman sat in awkward silence again, Isabelle twirled with the ends of her hair and Liam watched her out of the corner of his eye. He thought of ways of getting to have a conversation with her again until he finally spoke.
"So, you hang out with Mason?" Liam asked.
"He's my only friend my age, he's also my best friend." Isabelle laughs. "That's probably really pathetic, huh?"
"Is that why you haven't sat with us at lunch?"
"I usually go with my brother and his friends..." Isabelle trailed off. "Besides, I don't really like Garrett and Violet. There's something very off about them."
"Understandable," Liam laughed. "Well Mason is one of my best friends too."
"Yeah, I remember him mentioning you" Isabelle smiled, "I think we just missed each other at his birthday party but he spoke about you a lot."
"Good things?"
"He talked about how pretty your eyes were and how cute your smile was, he was right."
Liam felt his ears and cheeks as they warmed up. "I think he said something about a stunning best friend too."
The door opened suddenly, a doctor walking in.
"Oh, hello."
"Oh, dad, this is Isabelle."
"Oh, Melissa's girl right?"
"Yes sir," the girl nodded, shaking his hand. "I should leave you guys to it, I've got homework."
"It was nice meeting you, Isabelle." the man said.
"You too, Dr. Geyer." She smiled before turning to Liam. "Feel better. I'll see you at school tomorrow."

"It's broken, isn't it?" Liam asked his stepfather who had just examined his ankle.
"It's definitely going to need an X-ray." The doctor responded.
"It's broken and it's all my fault." Liam pouted, putting his hands together.
"You want to tell me what happened?"
"I went up against two Juniors. One of them is captain of the team..."Liam said sadly. "Even worse, I did it to impress a girl, who's the captain's sister." Liam sighed, not knowing that the captain of the team stood right outside, able to hear everything.
"Remember what we always say? Play smart, not hard. Especially if you're trying to impress a girl... was it a certain girl that was just in here?"
"Yeah," Liam admitted, weakly. "Are you mad at me?"
"No, of course not. Your mom might be mad at me for getting you into lacrosse, but maybe we should both wait for the X-ray before we panic. And trust me... I have more reason to panic than you. It's not over yet. Wait for that X-ray."