Harley let out a frustrated shriek as 'The Abomination' took down another player, the crowd wincing in response.

"Oh come on!" Coach yelled, blowing his whistle angrily. "Is that thing even a teenager? I want to see a birth certificate!"

"McCall." Jackson hissed, grabbing the omega's jersey. "What the hell are you waiting for? This is the semi-finals, ram that roid-head into the ground."

"Me?" Scott asked, looking at him in shock. "You're the one that said I was a cheater."

"And that freak of nature being on the field is fair?" He scoffed, shaking his head. "Do something."

"I can't." Scott growled, nodding towards the stands. "Not while Allison's grandfather is here."

"I can." Harley spoke up, twisting her lacrosse stick in her hands as Eddie rammed into more players. Before they could disagree she was already halfway down the feild, rolling her shoulders back as she got ready for the next play.

While Danny was being checked out by her father, she stood face to face with one of the other teams defenseman, the ignorant boy chuckling when he noticed her gender.

"Where's Stilinski?" Coach yelled, looking at the empty spot where the spastic teen had once resided. When he realized Stiles was missing he turned damning the crowd until his eyes found Boyd, pointing his finger at him. "You! You, you play lacrosse?"

A smirk grew on Boyd's face, Erica smacking his arm.

"Uh uh." She shook her head, looking at him with raised eyebrows. "Derek won't like this."

"Well, " He breathed, his breath creating puffs of what looked like smoke into the air. "If Harley can do it, so can I."

"Harley has more control." Erica hissed, gripping his arm. "She can handle herself."

"Can she really?" Boyd asked, the blonde following his gaze to see a flash of gold flashing from her helmet, startling the player in front of her. With Erica distracted he stood up, shedding his jacket.

"Yeah!" Finstock yelled, laughing excitedly. "We got ourselves a player!"

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Harley let out a huff of air, twisting the box in her hands slowly. She shook her head and dropped it on the bench, grabbing her stick and a bag of balls before walking out in into the field. She lined the balls out in front of her, scooping them up one by one and launching them into the net.

"I don't get it."

"What don't you get?" Harley laughed, shifting closer into his chest.

"Why is he singing while he's repossessing organs?" Jackson wrinkled his nose, looking down at her with a disgusted expression. "It's creepy."

"It's a rock opera." The blonde shrugged, grinning up at him. "It's supposed to be creepy."

Jackson's expression changed, making Harley's face heat up as she shook her head, a small smile on her face.

"Why do you do that?" She asked as he traced tiny shapes on her arm with his finger. She didn't realize, but they were hearts.

"Do what?" He whispered, brushing a stray piece of hair out of her face.

"Look at me like that." Harley stated, feeling his chest rumble as he laughed.

"Why wouldn't I?" Jackson chuckled, pressing his lips to her neck lightly. "You're beautiful."

"Now you're just being cheesy." She teased, sitting up as she wrinkled her nose. He sat up as well, a smile on his face as he leaned closer.

"What's wrong with cheesy?" He asked, his arms encircling her and resting his head on her shoulder.

"Nothing." She bit down on her bottom lip as she smiled, turning to face him. "It's cute."

Jackson's face lit up as he looked at the clock above the tv, imeadietly sliding off the couch and disappearing into another room. He came back, a tiny box in his hands while he fought a grin.

"No." Harley whined, covering her face and muffling her words. "I said no presents."

"And I don't listen very well." He at down on the couch, chuckling as she pouted at him. "It is 12:02, which means it is officially your birthday."

He held out the box and she took it, rolling her eyes. Letting out a long and dramatic sigh, she opened it up, her breath catching. It was a necklace. One with a dainty silver chain and a thin pendant reading her name.

"Happy birthday." Jackson whispered, pulling her in for a kiss. The girl didn't protest, her shoulders slumping as his mouth moved against hers.

"I hate you." Harley mumbled against his lips, the boy remaining unphased by her words.

"I love you too."

Harley didn't realize she had shot all the balls until her net hit the ground, nothing left to scoop up. She let out a frustrated cry and threw the lacrosse stick across the field, covering her hands with her face as she breathed heavily.

"Long night?"

"Aren't you still a fugitive?" She asked, running her hands through her hair as she turned around.

"I figured everyone would be out celebrating after the game." Isaac shrugged, his hands in his pockets as he kicked at the grass. "Which leads to my question. Why aren't you?"

"I was supposed to talk to someone after the game." She sighed, sitting down on the grass, not even caring if it stained her jeans. Isaac nodded and sat down next to her, looking up at the sky.

"So how late is Jackson?" Harley gave him a confused look, the boy laying on his back. "I figured if someone made you this mad it would be him."

"It doesn't matter." She shook her head, looking down as she tore grass out of the ground. "I shouldn't have given him another chance."

"I don't know." Isaac watched her carefully, the blonde turning to look at him. "I think everyone deserves at least a second chance."

Harley let out a bitter laugh, rubbing her face and closing her eyes. They opened again when she felt fingers poking at her side, looking down at Isaac.

"What are you doing?" She snapped, pushing his hand away.

"Tickling you." Isaac replied simply, reaching towards her again.

"I'm not ticklish." She wrinkled her nose, the boy looking at her with a grin.

"C'mon, everyone's ticklish." He prodded at her side once more, the girl moving away from his touch.

"Stop it." Harley hissed, a grimace on her face. He didn't discourage, still trying to tickle her and getting no reaction except irritation. Finally she reached out, punching him hard in the chest.

"So you're not ticklish." Isaac groaned, rubbing his chest as he fell back onto the ground. "Noted."

"Good." It was silent for a few moments, until he spoke again.

"So, what happened? Between you and Jackson?" Harley bit down her bottom lip, shaking her head.

"Long story that I'm not going to tell you."

"Understandable." He nodded, looking at the stars above him.

He remembered the shock everyone had been in when Jackson and Lydia showed up hand in hand on the first day of sophomore year. All three of them changed at some point over the summer, Lydia acting like she didn't have a care in the world, while Harley and Jackson just got cold and mean.

The blonde let out a huff of air and laid back next to him, her hair splaying out across the grass.

"You deserve better." Isaac's words startled Harley, the girl turning her head to stare at him. It was then she realized she had never taken the time to really look at him. She slowly took in his strong jawline and dimples, along with the curls that fell onto his forehead when his hair was messed up.

But what really got her were his eyes. Harley had always had a thing for blue eyes, but she never quite knew why. Unlike Jackson's grayish eyes, Isaac's were a bright blue. A blue that had a glimmer of pain behind them, a sadness that would dull with time.

"What do you mean?" She cleared her throat, redirecting her attention to the stars.

"You deserve someone who actually makes you happy." He shrugged. "Someone who will actually show up."

"If you find him, let me know." She laughed, but her voice was too weak to have any real humor in it. She could feel his eyes on her, burning into her cheek as they laid in silence. He reached over carefully, pulling on a piece of hair and watching as it bounced back.

"Sure thing."

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*casually skips the rest of the lacrosse game because kinda irrelevant*

Aw, cute Jackson and Harley. And then even cuter Isaac and Harley because BAM. My precious bby's are so oblivious to their feelings aw.

I find it funny how Derek and Stiles are in the pool as Harsaac have a moment. Pack goals, am I right?

Also; Jackson saying "I love you" is important because he doesn't say that. Except to a particular blonde. [BTW REMEMBER THE NECKLACE JS]

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