𝙽𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚊'𝚜 𝙿𝙾𝚅

"An axe-murderer?" Kira repeats Stiles' words as she walks down the school hallway next to me, Scott and Stiles trailing behind us.

"A family murdering axe-murderer!" Stiles corrects in horror and I gulp in worry.

"I already heard about it" Scott admits as we stop at his locker.

"Wait, what? You did? How?" Stiles questions in disbelief.

"Mom called, didn't she?" I guess and my brother nods at me.

"She knew we'd see it on the news" Scott elaborates.

"Perfect! Let's go!" Stiles turns to walk to the exit and I swiftly grab him before he runs off.

"Whoa, whoa- we've got econ in five minutes" Scott informs the jittery boy I'm holding.

"All right, did you forget the part about the family murdering axe-murderer?" Stiles asks sarcastically as if my brother is stupid and I flash my pink eyes at him with a warning glare that makes him shiver.

"Did you forget your dad's the sheriff? They want us to stay out of it" Scott retorts, gently tugging me away from Stiles as I smirk smugly at Kira who grins at me in amusement.

"Are you guys kidding me?" Stiles whines like a child "There's a family murdering axe-murderer and we're not going to do anything about it?"

"Maybe we should just let the adults handle it" Kira suggests and Stiles looks between the two of them, his eye twitching.

"So, the two of you, you just want to stay here, school, go to class?" Stiles questions incredulously "Never heard anything so irresponsible in my life!"

"See you at tryouts?" Scott smiles sheepishly.

"Come on, Natty" Stiles huffs out, turning to walk away from the duo.

"First of all, I'm not a dog and second of all, I'm going that way" I retort, pointing to the opposite direction "You're welcome to come with me"

I wink at Kira when she coughs to cover a laugh and I head down the hall towards the library, smiling smugly when I hear the squeak of Stiles' shoes on the floor as he hurries after me.

"Wait for me!" Stiles hollers.

❦ ❦ ❦

I settle into my seat on the bleachers between Kira and Malia as the boys are doing laps around the pitch, coach yelling at each of them as they finish.

"Terrible!"

"Horrifying!"

"Pathetic!"

"Unbelievably pathetic!"

"Is that everyone?" Coach Finstock shouts as they all stretch and as he asks Stiles keels over in front of him, struggling for a gasp of breath "Yup, that's everyone"

"Really, Tali? That one?" Malia questions me, looking on in disgust as Stiles drops to the ground and wheezes.

"I ask myself the same question every day, Mal" I sigh as I watch Scott drag the boy off the grass.

I tilt my head in amusement as the duo hold onto each other, staring in disbelief at Liam who is doing push ups on the grass near them. Liam looks up at me, flashing me a bright smile and lifting one of his arms to wave at me, doing one armed push ups.

My brows raise with an impressed grin and I wave back at him, my smile only widening when I spot Stiles looking from Liam to me with a murderous look on his face. The Stilinski boy scowls at me, his eye twitching and I wink at him with a flirty smile.

"What's wrong with you?" Malia blurts out and I turn my attention back to the girls to see that she's talking to a frowning Kira.

"Me? Nothing" Kira rushes out, gripping the lacrosse stick in her hands so tight that her knuckles turn white.

"Smooth" I comment sarcastically.

"You reek of anxiety, and it's distracting. What's going on?" Malia snaps, placing her highlighter down on her text book in her lap.

"Scott and I sort-of had this thing happen..." Kira explains nervously "But it wasn't much of a thing...And I'm starting to think it never was anything at all"

"What do you want it to be?" Malia asks with a shrug.

"More" Kira answers vaguely.

"Then tell him, Ki" I encourage her with a small smile and Malia goes back to studying.

"What if he doesn't feel the same way?" Kira worries and I roll my eyes at her.

"Trust me. He definitely does" I snort in amusement and she smiles bashfully.

I turn my gaze back to the field and I notice that it's Stiles' turn to try score a goal. He struggles a little to get the ball into his stick and resorts to grabbing the ball, shoving it into the net in annoyance as people laugh around us. My eyes shine a bright pink in anger and the girls on either side of me grab my arms.

"Calm down, Tali" Malia warns me under her breath and Kira squeezes my arm in comfort.

My eyes flutter closed as I take a deep breath and regain my control over my body, my anger fading away into irritation. I open my eyes just in time to see Stiles throw the ball at the goal and I watch with a grimace as it lands straight into the goalies stick without him even having to move.

"Oh, that's gotta sting" I whistle lowly and the girls let go of me, nodding in agreement.

After a few other guys taking their turns, including Liam who is glared at by Stiles, it's then Scott's turn. My brother picks up the ball with ease and I smile proudly. He then takes a few steps forward and launches the ball at the goal, the ball hitting the metal pole and ricocheting off it.

I grimace for a second time as everyone laughs again and I glance at Kira who is frowning deeply at my brother in worry.

"Nice, McCall!" Garrett shouts sarcastically and I glare at him even though he can't see me.

"Hey, Garrett... Shut up!" Stiles retorts with an angry sarcastic smile that making my stomach flip.

Kira and I watch with permanent faces of pain for the next half an hour as Scott and Stiles miss every single shot, the both of them fuming as Liam scores every time and everyone cheers him on.

"Isn't the team captain supposed to be one of the best players on the team?" Kira asks me with a frown "Or good?"

"They're dying out there" I groan in pity.

Coach blows on his whistle after Liam scores another goal and all the guys gather in to hear their instructors orders.

"Yes! Hot damn! Yeah! Hustle!" Coach grins at Liam as some of the guys slap him on the back "McCall and Stilinski, grab the long sticks! You're covering goal for two-on-ones"

All the guys put on their helmets, getting into position while Scott and Stiles grab the long sticks and their helmets. The duo stand a bit away from the goal on the defensive and Garrett is the first to try to shoot.

With my fingers crossed on my thighs I stare at the blonde boy as he runs towards Scott and Stiles, getting immediately knocked onto the ground by them both. The ball hits the grass next to Garrett and I cheer loudly, jumping to my feet.

"That's my boys! Those two are like sons to me" Coach calls out proudly and I cup my mouth to scream louder.

"Attaboys!" I holler and they both lift their helmets to grin up at me.

Scott and Stiles proceed to take out the next few guys in a row, not letting any of them even get close to the goal and I give up jumping to my feet, deciding to just cheer form my sitting position.

"That's how you do it! That's how it's done!" Coach shouts happily as they take down another guy.

The boys run at each other and jump up, bumping their chests together. Scott stumbles backwards with a laugh and Stiles' body sprawls onto the grass due to the impact, making me giggle.

Liam steps forward for his turn as Stiles pulls himself to his feet and my leg bounces a little in worry for the duo. Just like I assumed he would, Liam easily dodges past the boys and scores his goal with ease, causing loud cheering.

"Shit" I groan out and Malia frowns at my expression.

"That was luck!" The Tate girl shouts before I can stop her from standing up and I grab her wrist with wide eyes "Do-over!"

"Sweetheart, there are no do-overs. This is a practice" Coach replies to the girl.

"Ten bucks on Scott and Stiles!" Malia bets and I yank her down onto her seat with a warning look, but she just grins happily at me.

"I'll take that action" Coach points at her with a grin "Hey! Get back in there, Liam!"

"You're welcome" Malia chirps to me and I shake my head at her with a small smile.

Liam heads back to the front of the line as Scott and Stiles get back into their positions and I anxiously chew on my bottom lip. When the younger boy races forward he easily dodges Stiles, but my eyes widen in shock when Scott barrels into him and flips the boy over his shoulder. Liam's body hits the grass with a sickening crack and I gasp, covering my mouth with my hands.

"Don't move! Don't touch him!" Coach demands, running over to the boy and I scramble to my feet, racing over to them.

"I'm okay, Coach. I'm all right" Liam chokes out, but when he puts pressure on his leg he lets out a scream of pain.

"Holy shit. You are not okay" I argue with him as Stiles throws Liam's arm over his shoulder, Scott doing the same on his other side.

"I think it's my leg" Liam whimpers and I frown deeply.

"I think we better get him to the nurse" Stiles declares and Coach nods, allowing them to help him off the field.

"You two are fucking idiots" I snap as I lead the boys towards the school, opening the door for them.

"We know" Scott stresses and I roll my eyes at them.