season one, episode two

- second chance at first line -

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It was a typical day at the lacrosse field, and Coach Finstock was already shouting commands as the players geared up for their first drill. Scott and Stiles arrived just in time to hear Coach barking orders at Jackson.

"Let's go! One-on-one from up top!" Coach called out, turning to look at Jackson, who was rushing onto the field. "Jackson—take a long stick today!" Coach instructed, and Jackson nodded, swapping out his current stick for the longer one which laid on the ground.

"Atta boy!" Coach shouted with approval as Jackson retook his position. The players scattered as Coach blew the whistle, and the game began. They were moving quickly, passing the ball, making quick shoulder checks, trying to score.

"That's how you do it, Jackson! That's how you do it!" Coach cheered as Jackson stole the ball from another player.

"Greenberg, take a lap!" Coach barked at a player, #31, who had made a mistake. Greenberg ran off, and Coach moved on to the next part of the drill.

The line of players was set for the one-on-ones, and Scott, looking distracted, stepped forward. His mind was a thousand miles away after the night's events—Aurora, Derek, the hunters.. Coach snapped his fingers in front of Scott's face, bringing him back to reality.

"McCall, what are you waiting for? Let's go!" Coach barked.

Scott shook his head, trying to focus as he locked eyes with Jackson, who was already grinning at him with that smug look. When the whistle blew again, Scott charged at Jackson, but before he could do anything, Jackson easily tackled Scott, sending him flat on his back into the grass.

"Hey, McCall!" Coach yelled. "My grandmother can move faster than that—and she's dead! You think you can move faster than the lifeless corpse of my dead grandmother?"

The players chuckled, and Stiles winced sympathetically from the sidelines as he saw Scott's discomfort. Jackson walked away, smug and self-satisfied, while Coach continued to berate Scott, trying to get under his skin.

"You sure you still want to be first line, McCall?" Jackson sneered, and Scott quickly pushed himself up, trying to ignore the sting of both physical pain and his pride.

Scott straightened himself, fixing his gloves, and without looking Coach in the eyes, he muttered. "Yes, Coach."

Coach moved closer. "Then do it again!" Scott clenched his jaw, and with a deep sigh, he ran back to position, determined to prove Coach wrong. Coach's mocking voice followed him. "McCall's gonna do it again! McCall's gonna do it again!" He shouted to the rest of the players.

Meanwhile, across the field, Aurora and Sarah had been practicing their cheer routine for the upcoming event, but things weren't going as smoothly as they'd hoped. One of the girls in their group, stubborn and arrogant, had refused to follow the new routine they were supposed to practice.

"Come on, you need to follow the steps. This is important." Aurora snapped, her patience wearing thin as the girl refused to cooperate.

"I don't need to follow every single move. It's fine, we're fine." The girl dismissed, rolling her eyes.

Aurora's temper flared. "No, it's not fine! You can't just half-ass this! You've been ignoring everything we've worked on, and it's not okay. I said we need to practice, and you need to get your act together! We have won the cheer competition for 4 years straight. We're not going to lose this one because you can't follow the routine!" Aurora's voice was sharp, her frustration clear as she stared down the girl who had been slacking off. Her temper barely contained.

The girl scoffed, crossing her arms. "You can't tell me what to do. It's just a routine."

"You don't get it, do you?" She took a step closer, her fists clenched tightly at her sides. "This isn't just a routine. It's everything. It's how we've built our team, our reputation. You can't just mess around and expect to win. You think we've won four years straight by half-assing it?"

The girl shrugged, dismissing Aurora's words with a lazy flick of her hand. "It's not that serious. Chill out, Rory." She spoke and the other cheerleaders worriedly glanced at Aurora. They had known her for so long and she had never freaked out like this. Not once.

Aurora's blood boiled at the sound of her nickname, a name she hated being called when someone was being like this. She took another step forward, her jaw clenched so tight it hurt. Her emotions were getting the best of her. "Don't ever call me that when you don't take this seriously." She hissed, her voice shaking with barely contained rage. "You want to throw away everything we've worked for? Go ahead, but don't expect me to sit back and let you ruin it."

The girl, still uncaring, rolled her eyes and muttered something about Aurora being too much of a perfectionist, but that only pushed Aurora further. Her temper snapped as she took another aggressive step forward. "You're not just wasting my time." Aurora spoke, "You're wasting everyone's time. You want to mess this up? Fine, but I won't stand by while you bring this whole team down. Get it together, or you won't be a part of it anymore."

"You think you can just mess around and still be part of this team?!" Aurora's voice was low and cold, the force of her words enough to make the other cheerleaders take a few steps back. They exchanged uneasy glances, sensing that things were about to escalate beyond their control.

The girl didn't seem to care, crossing her arms and glaring at Aurora. "You really need to relax. It's not that deep."

Aurora's hands balled into fists, her nails digging into her palms as she fought to keep her composure. The girl's dismissive attitude was driving her insane, and her temper was boiling just under the surface.

Sarah had been standing next to Aurora the whole time. Her eyes worriedly on Aurora, confused on what caused Aurora to have half a breakdown on the field while Jenna, the cheerleader Aurora has been yelling at for the past minutes, always acted like this.

Her eyes flickered with concern as she saw her friend's anger beginning to overtake her. Aurora was fierce, yes, but she didn't lose control. Not like this.

Stiles had been standing by the sideline of the field, seeing both his best friend's and crush's anger drive

"Aurora!" Stiles called, his voice cutting through the tense atmosphere. He jogged over to her, moving quickly to stand between her and Jenna, his hand gently resting on her arm to stop her from moving forward. "Hey, breathe. Let's step away for a second, okay?"

Aurora's gaze snapped to him, and luckily for her, Stiles was taller than her, shielding her yellow eyes from the rest of the cheerleading squad. The last thing Aurora wanted was for anyone to see how her eyes suddenly changed colour. She clenched her fists tightly, nails digging into her palms even harder, but Stiles' grip on her arm kept her from going any further.

"Come on, just a minute. Let's cool off, huh, before you bite someone's head off." Stiles said, his voice low but insistent as he gently tugged her away from the field. He didn't even glance back at Jenna or the rest of the squad. His focus was entirely on Aurora.

Aurora hesitated for a second, her body stiff with the leftover rage that had consumed her only moments ago. But when she saw the way Stiles was looking at her—his face full of concern and understanding—she allowed him to guide her away. "She's ruining everything, Stiles. She doesn't care. She's just going to mess it all up for us." The girl spoke with anger, being confused herself. Normally she just let Jenna's irritation go right over her, but she couldn't. No matter what she tried.

Stiles nodded, his eyes not leaving her face. "It's okay. Just breathe, alright?" He moved her gently but firmly, guiding her behind the tribunes where the sounds of the field were muffled. The distance between them and the squad was exactly what she needed, though it still didn't calm the chaos in her mind.

Aurora took a deep breath, trying to steady her pulse. Her hands trembled slightly as she clenched them into fists. "I don't know why I lost it like that." She admitted, her voice quieter now, the anger still there but more controlled. "Usually, I can handle her. But it was like she just kept pushing and pushing... and I couldn't stop it."

"You don't have to apologize for that." He said gently, taking a hold of her hands to try and calm her down. "It's probably just because of the, you know, whole werewolf thing."

Every time she thought she could calm down, her anger just started bubbling up. "Stiles, I couldn't get it under control. My anger. I-"

Aurora's breath hitched as the anger surged again, uncontrollable and raw, bubbling up from deep within her. Her hands tightened into fists, her body trembling with the pressure of it all. She could feel it, the shift, the growing tension that meant she was moments away from losing control.

"Stiles," she gasped, her voice shaking, "I can't— I can't keep it in—"

"Right here?!" Stiles asked and Aurora's yellow eyes snapped at him.

Aurora's yellow eyes flickered to Stiles, her anger simmering beneath the surface, her body tense and on the verge of breaking. "Right here, really? Yes!" She hissed, her voice barely controlled as she grabbed on to one the pole's of the tribune.

Before she could stop herself, the pole creaked under her pressure. It bent slightly, and then with a sudden crack, it snapped in half, breaking like a twig in her hands. Aurora's heart raced as the part of the pole clattered to the ground, her hands still shaking.

"Shit." She whispered to herself, panic rising as she stared at the broken metal. She had never lost control like this, not to this extent. The fear of what she might do next gripped her tightly.

Just then, Sarah rushed up, her expression filled with concern as she saw the destruction. "Aurora!" She called, her voice laced with worry. "What's going on?" Sarah's eyes went over to Stiles, who was trying everything in his power to get the girl that he likes to calm down, but not one gesture, not one word seemed to calm her down.

"Long story short, we should get her out of here." Stiles spoke.

Sarah, seeing how helpless Stiles seemed, quickly glanced around before she moved closer to Aurora, her voice lowering but urgent. "Aurora, listen to me. We need to get out of here before something else happens. By the way," Sarah looked at Stiles. "Scott—he just did something on the field. I think you should go help him."

Stiles' eyes went wide open as he heard what was happening to Scott.

"Go, I'll take care of her." Sarah yelled at the Stilinski boy as she started leading Aurora away from the tribune into the school, her grip firm but gentle on her arm. Aurora's eyes were still glazed with fury, her fists still clenched tightly as she fought to keep control.

As they arrived into the girls locker room, which was completely deserted, the last thing Aurora saw before blacking out was Sarah's face.

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POSTED: MONDAY 20/01/2025

WRITTEN: MONDAY 20/01/2025