"Good morning." Harley let out a small groan, lacing up one of her cleats as her father spoke into his radio. "In less than an hour, aircraft from here with be joining others from around the world. And you will be launching the largest areal battle in the history of mankind. Mankind. That world should have new meaning for all of us today."

"What the hell is he doing?" Mrs.McCall asked, tapping Stiles on the shoulder.

"Oh, he does this every year." Stiles answered, the woman looking at him in disbelief.

"Seriously?"

"Yeah."

"We are fighting for our right to live!"

The whole team let out a cheer, because if you wore a Beacon Hills jersey and you didn't cheer during the Independence Day speech, you were disowned by coach. It's just a known fact.

"But as the day, the world declared in one voice, we will not go quietly into the night! Today, we celebrate, our Independence Day!"

The team let out another yell, fists and lacrosse sticks in the air.

"Well spoken coach." Everyone grew quiet as Gerard pushed past, looking around the room. "I might have chosen something with a little more historical value, but there is no denying your passion. And while I haven't been here long there is no denying my pride in having a winning team for this school, I know you'll all be brilliant tonight, even with only one team captain tonight."

"Yeah, I'm your principal but I'm also a fan, so don't think I'll be content to watch you brutally beat this team, get out there and murder them."

"You heard the man!" Coach yelled, pumping his fist in the air. "Asses on the field!"

"Coach!" Scott ran up as everyone started clearing out, grabbing the older man's arm. "You're benching me?"

"It's not my decision." Coach said, looking down.

"Dad, he has to play." Harley argued, stepping forward.

"McCall, you're failing three classes." He explained, completely ignoring his daughter. "Principal says academics come first."

"You don't get it." He said, shaking his head. "I have to play."

"McCall, not tonight." He sighed, turning away. "You're on the bench."

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"Scott, you hear me?" Both Harley and Scott looked over, watching the old man as he spoke. "Ah, you can. Good. Then listen closely, both of you. Because the game is about to get interesting. Let's put a real clock on this game. We'll give you until the last thirty seconds of the game. If by the time the clock starts counting down from thirty you haven't given me Derek, the Jackson is gonna kill someone."

The blonde looked over at Jackson, who was crouched on the defense line a few feet away, her mind going back to what he said in the hall earlier.

"So tell me, who's gonna die tonight?" He asked, his gravelly voice grinding in their ears. "Should it be your mother, who so bravely came out to support you. Or the sheriff, your best friend's father. Or how about the pretty little red head that happened to survive the bite of an alpha? Or maybe one if these innocent teenagers with their whole life in front of them? Or should I do everyone a favor and kill that ridiculous excuse for a coach you call dad, Harley?"

Harley let out a growl, her eyes narrowing at him as she gripped her lacrosse stick.

"It's up to you, Scott. You are going to help me take Derek down." He threatened, twisting his pill capsule in his hands. "Or else, I'll have Jackson rip someone's head off in the middle of the field and drench everyone you love and care about in blood."

A whistle blew, signaling the start of the game.

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Harley was about to be the one to rip someone's head off, particularly Stiles because he was killing them. A whistle blew to signal a timeout, the blonde letting out a frustrated shriek and throwing her stick on the ground. She stopped in her tracks when a jersey with the number 14 sat next to Scott, the girl jogging over.

"You came to help?" Scott asked, looking at him in shock as she neared the bench, pulling off her helmet.

"I came to win." Isaac replied, cocking his head to the side as he pulled on his gloves.

"Isaac." The two boys looked up, the blonde's braids frizzy and cheeks flushed as she looked at him in confusion. Isaac paused, not sure what her reaction would be. "You stayed."

"Yeah." He breathed, nodding in response.

"Good." She nodded, turning to Scott. "So what's the game plan?"

"Right now, it's pretty much just keep Jackson from killing anyone."

"Yeah, well that might be easier if you're actually in the game." Isaac replied, his eyes not leaving Gerard. "We'll have to make it so coach has no choice but to play you."

"How do we do that?" Scott whispered, the two sharing a smirk. "He's got a bench full of guys he would use before he puts me on the feild. Can you do it without putting anyone in the hospital?"

"We can try." Harley mused with a shrug. Isaac grabbed his helmet and stood up, only to have her hand placed firmly on his chest. "Wait."

"What?" He asked, eyebrows furrowed at her irritated expression. Harley grabbed his jersey a well as she could with a gloved hand, pulling him closer so she could bring her lips to his. A cheer came from the audience, the first one of the evening as his hands went to her back, the girl pressing herself against him.

"Hey! Hands, hands off!" Coach yelled, standing up as they broke the kiss, both of them grinning. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Sorry dad, gotta get on the feild." Harley called back, pulling on her helmet and jogging towards the feild, grabbing her stick on the way. The two got in line, sharing a smirk as the whistle blew.

Number twelve got the ball and started running, the two betas knocking into him and sending him flying into the ground.

"Lahey! Finstock!" Coach growled, glaring at the feild. "Ramirez! You're in."

The whistle blew again, this time only Harley taking down the next player, the boy flying back to her father's feet.

"Murphy," He sighed, shaking his head. "You're in."

Isaac and Harley took down player after player, the crowd wincing and letting out groans.

"You two! Seriously!" Coach shouted, pointing at them. "What the hell is your problem?"

They just shrugged, holding their arms out as almost a challenge before getting back in line. Harley saw Jackson moving towards Isaac, the girl going against his earlier warning and slamming into him. This time Harley was sent to the ground, unable to move as Jackson pulled off his helmet.

"It's my leg, I can't move it." She hissed as Isaac and Scott bent next to her, sports medics loading the girl into a stretcher. "I think he got me because it's spreading."

"You wanna play chess Scott? Then you must be willing to sacrifice your own pawns."

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WELL SHIT HARLEY. LISTEN TO YOUR EX BOYFRIEND AND DONT GO AFTER HIM.

But Harsaac. Yes, yes, yes.

Dedicated to @voidsharmans because her comments are adorable af and ily Jade.

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