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"HEY," I BEAMED, taking the seat next to Malia as they both smiled in my direction. Well, Malia took a moment, but she had been trying to study for precalculus.

"You mixed up the variables C and Y." I pointed out, earning a glare from her as she erased the two variables and flipped them. Malia had always seemed to have a problem with almost everyone. Although, I noticed that she was always kinder to Stiles and I. It could've been that I was his sister, but I guess I hoped it wasn't just that.

"Terrible. Horrifying. Pathetic. Unbelievably pathetic." Coach yelled out as everyone ran around the field as fast as they could. Some were much faster than others, including Liam who had been doing push-ups instead of taking a break. It sparked an interest to me how he didn't seem to be that exhausted over the drills, even though everyone else had been.

"Is that everyone?" Coach questioned as my brother stopped in front of him in a fit constant panting. He fell to the ground as I face palmed at the lack of exercise he had been doing over the course of time. I tried to help him, but he refused and said he'd be fine. Although I have to admit, he's doing pretty well compared to the years past.

"Yep, that's everyone." Coach mumbled, as Scott held Stiles up and looked over at Liam. They had started talking but it was almost inaudible to my hearing from where I was at. As I stared over at them in confusion, Stiles had said something and Scott took him off the field quickly. I had assumed that he probably was going to puke after all of the running that he just did. It wouldn't have been the first time.

"What's wrong with you?" Malia asked as she caught the scent in the air. I didn't have to smell emotions like she could to realize that Kira was extremely anxious.

"Me? Nothing." Kira quickly shook it off, lying horribly.

"You reek of anxiety. And it's distracting. What's going on?" She asked, keeping the same tone of voice as she peeked down at her textbook. Our attention stayed on Kira as she huffed, starting to explain herself.

"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." She stammered through her words as we both looked at her with comfort. Malia was trying her best to be as supportive as possible and I was proud of her for that.

"Well, what do you want it to be?" I questioned, as she looked even more upset than before.

"More." She answered, looking back over to the team as I did the same. I had felt a pang of sadness for Kira because Scott hadn't known how to explain his feelings to her more. I needed to talk to him about it. I thought to myself, in hopes of getting the two together after all of this time. After Allison, things had been more difficult for him but he developed to it.

"Hey, Garrett... Shut up!" Was all I could hear as I snapped out of my thoughts to see that Stiles and Scott hadn't been doing as well as normal. In fact, Liam had been making every shot–which hadn't surprised me ever since that day. But, Scott? That was a shock.

"Isn't the captain supposed to be one of the best players on the team? Or good?" Kira asked, basically thinking the same thing as myself. I huffed in confusion as Scott and Stiles looked distraught on the field.

"Maybe he's just warming up?" I had hoped, trying to convince myself more than her. She nodded as we both brought our attention back to the field. Scott and Stiles had been having a conversation on the side as I noticed Scott's mood quickly change. I believed that Stiles had given him some sort of pep-talk and that changed his mindset. At least, I hoped.

"Hustle!" Coach called out with the blow of the whistle, as they all grouped together into a herd. Coach pointed towards my brother and his best friend as he screamed out for everyone to line up. The two of them had picked up the long sticks and stood closer to the goal. I knew this, it had been two-on-ones and they were covering the goal. Although, I guess that could be assumed. But Malia couldn't quite understand it as I had to quickly explain it to her.

I had noticed Liam look towards my direction, winking at me as Malia caught the gesture from the boy and gave me a look. "Who's he?" She questioned, raising an eyebrow with a slight smirk.

"Wait, who's who?" Kira joined in, as I rolled my eyes and mumbled under my breath.

"He's just a freshman in my grade, nothing special." I played it off, unsure of what to say. Of course, I had always been weird when it came to questions that had to do with myself. It was a curse, honestly.

"That didn't look like nothing special to me. Is there something you're not telling me?" Malia asked, glancing down at my busted knee quickly and then back to my eyes.

"Okay, okay." I groaned, explaining the incident that happened a few days ago as Malia smiled at her accomplishment. Kira seemed a little too excited about the whole idea of Liam and I. Although, no matter how many times I had explained that it was nothing–nobody believed me.

I had noticed that the two boys had stopped a player from scoring a goal and I screamed happily, clapping.

"That's my boys! Those two and Stilinski junior are like my own children!" Coach called out as my face reddened at the sudden attention around me. Liam looked over quickly with a smile and I returned the gesture, earning a glance from the two juniors next to me. 

"Yes!" Kira rejoiced as Scott and Stiles blocked the next player once again. I smiled at their teamwork, glad that they were getting back their skills once again. They then head butted and Stiles took a light blow as he stumbled a bit. I chuckled as Malia looked over to me and gave a slight smile.

The next player came running at them as they both bumped into him. The player had then fallen suddenly to the grassy ground.

"That's how you do it! That's how it's done!" Coach yelled, a smile traced on his face at how proud he was. Scott and Stiles chest bumped swiftly and Stiles fell to the ground, getting back up while trying to play it off.

Liam stood in front of them as they all dramatically stared at each other, waiting for Coach to give the signal. The bell then chimed and Liam slipped through the two of them almost so gracefully, making the shot.

Kira groaned next to me as Malia frowned and stood up quickly.

"That was luck!" She called out, as Coach turned around in shock at her outburst. I looked up at her unsure of what to do, so I let her be. "Do-over!" She yelled, cuffing her hands around her mouth to create a louder effect.

"Sweetheart, there's no do-overs. This is a practice." Coach chuckled, turning back around.

"Ten bucks on Scott and Stiles." She bargained and Coach's attitude changed towards the situation.

"I'll take that action. Hey! Get back in there, Liam." He shouted, restarting the two-on-one as we all waited anxiously. The whistle blew once again as Liam ran towards them, making it past Stiles easily. Then Scott had lined up perfectly to push the freshman over his back, as he flipped and hit the ground hard. I swore that I could hear a loud crack and a wave of fear went through me.

"Oh my god, I have to go." I spoke out quickly, trying my best to make it over there as fast as I could.

Everyone sat or stood in pure shock as Coach continued to stay in the same place, starring as the whistle fell out of his mouth. "Don't move! Don't touch him!" he bellowed, pushing everyone aside to come face to face with him. Scott and Stiles pursued to back off as he neared closer.

"I'm okay, Coach. I'm all right." Liam assured as I stood in front of them in fear of what the injury was. "Ahhh! I think it's my leg." He winced in agony as I had the same reaction to his pain. Scott and Stiles grabbed him quickly and started to hold him in place. "Don't worry, klutz. I'm alright." He smiled, wincing a little as Scott maneuvered his arm. I didn't know how I felt about the nickname, but oddly enough– I didn't hate it.

"I think we better get him to the nurse." Stiles spoke, running off with him and I followed behind.

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aw and so the nicknames begin ;)