SIX 

"Of course you're still the team captain," Stiles reassured Scott as I walk in between them the next morning towards the lacrosse field. "You got your grades up just like Coach told you to, right?" 

"Yeah, but he never told me I was back on the team." Scott worries and I rolled my eyes. "He just told me I had to show up at tryouts today," 

"We got bigger things to deal with anyways." Stiles reminded him. I laced our fingers together, and we made our way to the field. After this talk, I was gonna sit on the benches. "Did you tell Argent yet?" 

"Ah, I texted him but he didn't get back to me." Scott told us and I sighed. Telling your dead sister is alive over text is just as bad as a breakup text. 

"You told him his sister Kate came back from the dead over a text?" I asked, blinking as we stopped. "That's just as bad as a breakup over text." 

"I didn't have the money to call France." Scott pointed out and I sighed again. True. 

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

"Another notice?" I asked, looking up at Stiles. 

"Yeah, this one said final." Stiles sighed. "Now, what the hell are we even doing here anyway? We got, like, 117 million problems and worrying about our status on the lacrosse team is not one of them." 

So, last night was apparently eventful. Derek's back to normal, Stiles didn't tell me how 'cause he didn't know, and, the Peter and Derek were banked robbed. 117 million dollars was taken out of a vault that was underneath the school. They were loaded. 

"It is now." Scott said, looking over my shoulder, I turn my head and saw what looked like young people may be in their 15's, throwing lacrosse balls in nets and a 15-year-old boy catching it skillfully. I rose an eyebrow. 

As the 15-year-old boys shoot the balls into the net, the goalie, whoever the hell he is, keeps catching them. "Wow." I mutter. I turn to the boys. "He's good." I saw the boys were worried now, making me sigh. 

"Who the hell is that?" Stiles exclaimed, clearly not happy with the boy. Then, the boy takes off the helmet, revealing himself. I have no idea who he is, but, he's cute. If I was 15, I would date him. The boy looked 15, he had a sharp jawline, brownish hair, and sparkling blue eyes with a smirk plastered on his face. "Okay, maybe we should just practice a little bit." 

Scott walked off, and I dragged Stiles back, smiling at him. "I know that you're worried, but just remember, no matter what happens out on the field today, you're my number one." I connected our lips briefly, and pulled back, he nodded quickly and I let him go and he sprints off with Scott. 

✢

I follow the boys in the locker room as they stalked up the 15-year-old boy who had put a shirt on, his name was Liam apparently. We stood there, I crossed my arms, as I watched them. 

"Hey, Liam." Stiles greeted, but not in his usual kind voice, but his suspicious voice. They think Liam was a werewolf, I kept trying to tell them that you don't have to be a werewolf to be good at something. "You want to explain what that was out there?" 

"What do you mean?" Liam asked, sounding generally confused. I put a hand through my hair and I bite on my lower lip, this is going to end badly. 

"That little display, your little circus act." Stiles recalled. 

"What circus act?" Liam asked, frowning. I pressed my lips together. 

"You caught every shot." Stiles tried to explain.

"I was in goal." 

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

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

Stiles grunted and waved for Scott to talk this time. "You're a freshman, right?" Scott asked Liam. 

"Yeah." 

"But you weren't here last semester." I pointed out. I don't recall seeing Liam around the last semester. 

Liam shrugged. "Transfered from Devenford Prep." Liam informed us. 

"You transferred?" Scott asked. 

"Yeah..."

 "No, you got kicked out, didn't you?" Scott asked he must've been listening to his heartbeat or something. 

Liam kind of looked at Scott, like he was a little shocked, but then shakes his head. "All right, look, kicked out, transferred, what do you guys care?" He raised his voice a little, Stiles had stepped in front of me for protection. Which I didn't need it. "I came here to play lacrosse. The team could use a few good players, right?" 

"No," Stiles answered and at the same time said, "yes," 

Stiles glared at me. I shrug. "No, we don't need any more good players." 

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

"Okay, how did you get this good?" Stiles questioned. "Have you always been this good? Or did it just suddenly happen once overnight? Have you ever been out in the middle of the woods during the night of a full moon..." 

"Stiles." Scott and I cut him off, and I glared at him. 

"Hmm." Stiles hummed. 

"Look, I learn from my stepfather, all right?" Liam told us. "He made team captain when he was a sophomore. Like you." I small smile tugged at my lips, ah, memories. "And, yeah," he turned around and grabbed his jersey, and his bag, and turned to Stiles. "I guess I'm just that good." 

He then walked off and gave me a smile, I nodded at him. I like him. "He's great," I told Stiles, turning to him who rolled his eyes. "Can we keep him?" 

"Sorry, I'm not adopting a little runt like him." Stiles scoffed. 

Scott smiled. "He wasn't lying that time." 

✢

I walk in maths with Malia the next morning. The only subject that I'm not good at. Malia hates the subject as well. Malia stopped and stared at the board. Without me noticing, she had turned around slightly, and started to walk to the opposite direction but, luckily, she was back with my boyfriend pushing her in the classroom. 

"I hate math." Malia whined to us as we all enter together. "Math is pointless." I clutch my books together. 

"I agree with Malia, math is pointless and does no one any good." I frown deeply, pouting. 

"It's school," Stiles told us. "School is important, and math is essential." I sat in front of Stiles and beside Lydia, and Malia sat behind Lydia, sitting next to Stiles. I pout at him. 

"You don't want me to suffer, do you?" I whine. Stiles gave me a look. I huff. "We're studying then." 

"Okay, I'm down," Stiles smirked at me. I cocked my head to him. 

"And I mean actual studying, Stiles," I warned him, he winked at me. "Seriously, we might not grow old together because maths failing me. Why is math so important anyway?" 

"Knowing how much to tip at restaurants," Stiles explained, and I rolled my eyes and groan. 

"You're killing me." I mutter, sliding down in my seat. 

"Maths is killing me." Malia piped up, and I nodded in agreement. 

"It's like a whole other language that I don't get." I bit on my lower lip. 

Lydia leans forward. "And other less important things medicine, economics, engineering." Lydia pointed out. 

"Tipping," Stiles said and he winked at me again. 

"Stop with the winky thing and I don't want to be any of those things," I told them, but the teacher, Ms. Fleming cuts us off by starting the lesson. I turn the front. 

"All right, volunteers to the bored," Ms. Fleming told us, standing at the front of the room. "Lydia, Diego, Malia." Malia's eyes widen.  

"Um... I didn't volunteer." Malia told the teacher, oh, no. 

"You did now." Ms. Fleming told her. "To the bored." I heard Malia growl under her breath, and she got up and walked over to the board along with Diego and Lydia. I push my chair back and made sure it hits Stiles' desk. 

I looked at him and he nodded and we laced our hands together under the desk, Stiles rubbing his thumb on my palm. That's when Stiles' phone beeped, and I sighed when he unlaced our hands to check his phone. 

I turned around in my seat and he showed me the message, Beacon Hills New Report a homicide. 

✢

"An ax-murder?" Kira asked as me, Stiles, Scott, and she made our way down the hallway to Scott's locker. 

"A family-murdering ax murder." Stiles corrected. 

"I already heard about it." Scott nervously said. 

"Wait. What? You did? How?" I asked, looking at Scott as we stopped at his locker. Kira stood beside Scott, Stiles and I stood beside each other facing them. 

"Mum called me. She knew we'd see it on the news." Scott explained. Mum didn't call me. Why is everyone keeping secrets from me lately? I hate not being included in things. It makes me feel not important. I tried to contain the hurt on my face. 

"Perfect. Lets go." Stiles grabbed my hand and turned us around but Scott cuts us off. 

"Whoa, whoa." Scott stopped us. We turned back around to them. "We've got econ in five minutes." 

"Right. Did you forget the part about the family-murdering ax murder?" Stiles asked. 

"Did you forget your dads the Sheriff?" Scott shots back. "They want us to stay out of it." 

"Are you guys kidding me?" Stiles asked. "There's a family-murdering ax murderer and we're not going to do anything about it?" 

"Maybe we should just let the adults handle it." Kira suggested shyly. 

"So the two of you just want to stay here, school, go to class." Stiles told them. "Never heard anything so irresponsible in my life." He then dramatically turned on his heel and walked off. 

"See you at tryouts?" Scott called. 

He made a few hand movements, waving us off. "Wait, Stiles!" I call turning on my heel, I saw him stop and turn, and I ran towards him, as soon as we were near each other he pulled me in towards him, and we walked off.