Before you start.
I DO NOT OWN TEEN WOLF OR THEIR CHARACTERS!!
I only own my character and her plot!
Enjoy!!

Emma walks up to the field just as Coach blows his whistle. She sees Stiles and Scott jogging up to her and meets up with them halfway.

"But if you play, I'll have no one to talk to on the bench. Are you really gonna do that to your best friend?" Stiles asks Scott as they stand next to her.

"I can't sit out again. My whole life is sitting on the sidelines. This season, I make first line." Scott tells Stiles as he puts his bag on the ground next to the bench. He looks over his shoulder to two girls walking on the bleacher behind him, seeing that one of them is Allison

"McCall!" Coach suddenly yells at Scott who looks at him shocked.

"Yeah?" Scott asks.

"You're on goal." He tells him and throws a goalkeeper stick in his arms.

"I've never played." Scott says.

"I know, scoring some shots will give the boys a confidence boost. It's a first day back thing. Get 'em energized, fired up!" Coach says, hitting Scott on his arm. Emma giggles slightly at the scene as she sits down next to Stiles.

"What about me?" Scotts asks confused.

"Try not to take any in the face." Coach softly slaps Scott on his cheek. "Let's go! Come on!"

"Coach?" Emma yells at the man as she walks up to him. "Hi, I'm Em -."

"EmmaWhittemore, I know, I know. Your brother told me you wanna play. So get out there. Show them how it's done." Coach tells the young female.

She nods her head with a smile. "Sir, yes, Sir." And as she walks up to the line of sweaty boys, just as Scott walks up to the goal.

The whistle blows and the loud noise sounds way louder in Scott's ears then normal and he bends forward in pain holding his ears. Emma looks at Scott concerned before feeling a slight pain in her head.

"Are you okay?" Jackson asks Emma, who is standing behind him, as she puts her hand on her forehead and hisses.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Emma says as she shakes her head and looks up at him.

One of the players throws the ball with his stick to the goal. And it hits Scott in his face, just as he turns his head. Luckily he is wearing a helmet.

Every Lacrosse player starts laughing and even Emma couldn't help but giggle slightly.

"Hey, way to catch with your face, McCall!" Jackson yells at the goalkeeper who is now laying on the ground. Emma slams her clothed fist against his shoulder. "Ouch, Sis."

"Just shut up." She tells him.

Scott stands up and shakes his head a little before another player gets ready to try and throw the Lacrosse ball in the net of the goal. He throws the ball, and Scott blocks it with a swift movement of his wrist as he catches the ball. He looks at the ball in his net confused before he laughs, while the rest inclusive Emma and Stiles looks at him in shock. Even coach his eyes were wide and full of confusion.

"Yeah!" Stiles yells in excitement at his friend before he looks at Emma who is already smiling at her Buzzcut friend.

And the next player throws the ball and again Scott catches it.

"Whoo-hoo." Stiles yells again.

Coach gets even more confused as Scott catches ball after ball. Scotts smiles happily at the line that is getter smaller and smaller.

Jackson then gets tired of this bullshit and slams his stick in the chest of the player that is next in line. Emma knows that her brother is angry at Scott, even though Emma really thinks it's awesome that Scott has gotten better over the summer.

Jackson picks up the ball with his stick and takes his turn. He begins running through warts Scott and the goal, he jumps while swinging his stick backward and then throws the ball to the goal.

And again...

Scott Catches the ball.

Stiles jumps up and makes exciting noises as he cheers for his friend.

"That is my friend!" Stiles cheers.

"Whoo!" Lydia cheers for Scott.

Emma looks at her while she cheers for her friend too and sees her turning her head to Jackson, who is looking at her too, before looking at him sassily and turning back to Scott.

As Emma looks back at Scott aswell, he is throwing the Lacrosse ball in his net to the referee and the ball lands in the net of the stick he is holding. And once again everybody cheers.