This chapter's dedication goes to hananbeyene123 becuase I really loved her comment last chapter!

Chapter 3-✧ New Competition✧

"I can't believe Peter got robbed," I mumbled as I walked with Stiles and Scott to the boys locker room so they could fill me in on all the events that I had missed out on last night. "But hey, atleast we have Derek back."

"Yeah that's just grand," Stiles rolled his eyes but elbowed me jokingly. I smiled softly at the older boy but came to a quick stop when I realized we were at the door for the locker room.

"I'll see you guys after tryouts." I mumbled, I was planning on heading to a secluded area behind school to draw like I normally did last lacrosse season.

"Wait! Kira and Malia are going to be at tryouts tomorrow why don't you sit with them?" Scott asked hopefully. I knew what he was trying to do, he was trying to get me friends. I was perfectly happy with the few friends I had but Scott believed that I needed to hang out with some more people, mostly the new members of his pack.

"Scott," I started to say but I stopped myself when I saw him practically giving me puppy dog eyes. He was only trying to do what he thought was best for me, that's what he always did. I sighed, tucking some of my dark brown hair behind my ear. "Fine. Just for tomorrow though."

Scott smiled widely before wrapping me into a quick one-armed hug. "I promise they won't bite, Char."

"Of course they won't, it's not like there animals," I muttered, causing both Scott and Stiles to chuckle before they headed inside of the locker room. Just as I turned away to head to my locker so I could get my scetchpad, I heard my name being called.

"Lahey! Little Lahey!" It was Coach Finstock. He only knew me becuase of Isaac and I'm almost positive he didn't know what my actually name was.

"Yes?" I watched as the locker room door swung open so the coach could stumble out of it.

Coach Finstock held something out to me and I quickly realized it was a lacrosse stick. No, it wasn't just any lacrosse stick, it was Isaac's old one. "Your brother left this here and I thought you might want it back."

I nodded quickly and had to will myself not to tear up as I took the Lacrosse stick, "Thank you."

For the first time in history, Coach gave me, a teenager, a sincere smile. "Tell your brother he can come back sometime. Or, more like, tell him we need him to come back."

I nodded once more, "I will."

The coach nodded his head back at me before turning and heading back into the locker room so he could yell at the Lacrosse team. He can be a bit of a hardass but he is a good coach none the less. Our lacrosse team has been doing really good for the past couple of years. Atleast, that's what Isaac told me.

With the lacrosse stick now in my hands, I turned around once more to head to my locker but this time was stopped becuase I nearly collided with someone.

"Oh, sorry," The person said, also stopping to avoid us running into eachother. I quickly looked up at him to see the slighty familiar face of a boy who looked to be about my age. Maybe he was in a class of mine? I wouldn't really know, I pay as much attention to people as they pay to me.

It took me a second to look away from his stunning blue eyes and realize that he had apologized to me.

"No, no, it's okay. It was my fault. I, uh, I-I wasn't being careful. I'm sorry." I stuttered. It was practically second nature for me to mutter excuses and apologies becuase if I didn't dad would, well, beat me. Sometimes even when I did apologise and all he would still hit me just becuase he could.

The boy shook his head at my apology as he gave me a smile, "Nah, don't worry it really was my fault. Was that coach that you were just talking to?" 

I nodded my head but didn't say anything else. This was the longest conversation that I've held with a stranger since probably last year when Isaac introduced me to Scott. Well, unless you count me talking to Derek yesterday but he wasn't a stranger to me, I was just a stranger to him.

"He seems to like you," The boy states and I once again nodded, hating myself for being so shy and probably making a fool of myself. "But I have a feeling your name isn't Little Lahey."

I shook my head before taking a deep breathe to build up the courage to say, "It's Charlotte."

The boy's smile widdened even more, probably becuase he got me to say something besides a pathetic apology. "I'm Liam."

Liam gave me a small smile before we split ways; he went to the locker room and I went in the direction of my next class. No offense to him but I was glad to get away from him. My heart was still racing from having to talk to someone I don't know. I hated my anxiety now more then ever becuase it had just made me look like a fool infront of an attractive guy. Why couldn't I just be a normal girl instead of a pathetic stuttering mess?

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Eventually another school day came to an end so I made my way over to the bleacher's to sit with Kira and Malia just like I had promised Scott. Speaking of the Teenage werewolf, I'd seen him earlier and apprently there was a kid at tryouts who was looking pretty amazing. And by pretty amazing he meant suspiciously amzing, atleast that's what Stiles had to say about the new guy.

As soon as I got to the bleachers I saw the two supernatural beings I had promised I'd sit with and I made my way over to them and sat right next to Malia.

"Hey Charlotte!" Kira greeted from the other side of Malia. I think Malia grunted a 'hello' but she could've also been just cursing at her math homework.

"Hi," I practically whispered before rummaging through my backpack to look for my scetchbook. I quickly pulled it out and then started my search for a decent pencil.

"Who's lacrosse stick is that?" Kira asked and I realized that I had my brother's stick in my lap. I'd accidently left it at school yesterday when I had been rushing to my secluded area so I could draw.

"Oh, it's Isaac's," I explained without straying from my search for a pencil.

"Would you mind if I looked at it?" Kira asked caustiously. I shook my head and handed her the stick. She held it in her nimble hands and it looked like she'd been handling a lacrosse stick her whole life. "Thanks."

I took my eyes off of Kira to see Scott and Stiles finally heading onto the feild. They stopped talking abruptly and I quickly followed their gazes to see what there looking at.

In the goal was a player who I don't remember from last year but that might just be becuase he had a helmet on so I couldn't see him. But this player would be hard to forget becuase he was, in all honesty, amazing. He twisted and turned everytime someone shot the ball and every single time he  saved it. Not one person who was shooting could score on him. This must've been the kid Scott and Stiles had told me about. He had apparently been in goal yesterday too so maybe that was all he was good at.

After a while Garrett, a freshman who's in some of my classes, went over to the goalie with a bright smile as he began talking to him. Upon seeing Garrett approach, the goalie took his helmet off so he could smiled back at Garrett and I finally saw who this mystery player was.

It was Liam, the guy who I had totally made a fool of myself in front of yesterday.

"Your staring," Malia said blantly which actually startled me a bit seeing as we've never really had a conversation together.

"I-um, what?" I stammered out as I quickly looked away from Liam, "I'm not staring at anybody- or, uh, anything."

Malia raised her eyebrows but didn't press the subject. Instead, she turned to look over at Kira who still had my brother's lacrosse stick, not that I really minded. "And what's wrong with you?"

"Me?" Kira looked surprised by Malia's question and a bit nervous at the same time. "Nothing." 

Again, Malia wasn't buying into that excuse either. "You reak of anxiety, almost as badly as she does, and it's distracting. What's going on?"

It took me a second to realize that 'she' was actually me and I probably would've said something if that hadn't been the total truth. I was pretty much the human version of a baby deer, minus the ticks.

Malia and Kira continued to talk about a thing that wasn't actually a thing and I just looked down to my note book instead of listening. I ended up drawing a hand for some reason. It's not like I have a weird fetish with hands but before I knew what I was doing I was sketching out a hand that looked awefully close to one's of a werewolf.

"Are those claws?" Kira asked, noticing what I had been drawing.

I shrugged. "I guess so."

"Drawing helps you," Malia said to me. I gave her a questioning look and she realized how random her statement had been. "When you were drawing the anxiety that practically oozes out of you calmed down a bit."

"Oh," I said quietly as I looked back down at my drawing.

Probably noticing that I was feeling uncomfortable under all of this pressure, Malia and Kira stopped engaging me in conversation. I took this as an oppertunity to look up at the lacrosse practice and saw Stiles getting ready to shoot. When he did, I cringed. The goalie hadn't even needed to move, it just went straight into the head of his stick. I buried my face in my hands as I felt second hand embarrestment for my friend.

I slowly peeked through my finger's in time to see Liam was up next. I held my breath and found myself wondering if he was any good at scoring. Liam pulled his stick back and then launched the ball. It sailed through the air and made for a very beautiful goal that the goalie had no chance at stopping.

Shot after shot Liam seemed to do better and shot after shot both Stiles and Scott seemed to be getting worse. I knew Stiles hadn't been the greatest play but this from Scott shocked me. It was honestly almost painful to watch. I wish Isaac was here, he probably would've done better then those two.

After the painful display Scott and Stiles were putting on whenever they had to shot was finally over, Coach put them in on defense to do some two on one's. Just as the team got set up to start, Coach Finstock turned to look at the bleachers.

"Little Lahey!" He called out.

My eyes widdened as I realized he was talking to me, which caused a lot of the high schoolers to look in my direction. I gulped down some air before nodding to coach to let him that I had heard him.

"Tell your brother we very disparately miss him."

I nodded my head. "Y-Yes Coach."

And with that the attention was turned back to practice. I let out a whole-hearted sigh of relief that the torture was over. Well, actually that was no where near torture --I would know-- but it definitely wasn't something that I enjoyed experiencing.

The coach's whistle being blown snapped me back into the world of Lacrosse. I practically had my finger's crossed so that my two friends would at least do good in defense. And as Scott jumped in the air to check the guy running down the field I knew that they were finally doing something right.

"That's my boy!" Coach Finstok exclaimed loudly, obviously happy that his lacrosse veterans from last year were finally finding there place again. "Those two are like sons to me!"

Scott and Stiles looked over to me and the other girls. I made sure to show them I was clapping and I'm pretty sure I could see them smiling through the bars on there helmet's. The whistle was blown again and Scott and Stiles stopped the new attacker just as easily as the last one. Pride and testosterone were practically radiating from them as another guy came down only be stopped by dream team Scott and Stiles.

"That's how you do it!" Coach shouted happily. "That's how it's done!"

Scott and Stiles jumped up in the air for a chest bump that resulted in Stiles stumbling to the ground. But the clumsy kid just got right back onto his feet and gave Scott a high-five as if nothing had happened. Then the two of them turned to see who there next opponent would be. It was Liam, the seemingly lacrosse player extraordinaire.

Liam scooped the ball and took off down the field with ease. Stiles stepped in his way first, practically ready to tackle the freshman, but Liam strategically moved his stick up and over Stiles head before moving onto Scott. Scott was a bit harder for people to get past but Liam simply rolled around my friend and then moved his stick behind his back and into his other hand before he could get checked. After that, all Scott and Stiles could do was stare as Liam completed yet another amazing shot.

Next to me, Malia stood up. "That was luck! Do over!"

"Sweetheart there's no do-over's, this is practice." Said coach as he practically laughed at poor Malia.

I gently tugged on Malia's cardigan and quietly said, "I think you should just sit down."

Malia ignored me and went back to shouting down to coach the lacrosse feild. "Ten Bucks on Scott and Stiles."

"I'll take that action," Coach said immeadiatly. Malia hadn't been here for too long but she was really catching onto the coaches ways. "Hey! Get back in there Liam."

Liam did as the coach told him to and prepared to launch himself down the feild once more. As soon as the whistle was blown Liam took off down the feild, narrowly dodging Stiles' mid-air check--which I'll have to compliment Stiles on later because that's the best move I've ever seen him do-- and was now facing Scott.

It all happened so fast. Scott ducked his shoulder down into Liam which caused Liam to literally flip over Scott's back and land on the ground. And the worst part was that I swore I heard something crunch when he did.

"Ah," Liam groaned out in pain as he took off his helmet.

I instinctivly got to my feet and rushed down the steps too get to the feild. Within seconds I was next to Scott and Stiles who had removed their own helmet's too look down at the injured boy.

"Don't move! Don't touch him!" Coach snapped as he and the rest of the team rushed over to us.

"I'm okay coach, I'm alright," Liam said in a very unconvincing tone. Scott and Stiles helped him up to his feet which resulted in Liam yelling out in pain and me cringing. This flashed me back to the time when dad had practically thrown Camden down a flight of stairs. That had ended in my brother having a broken ankle with only Isaac and I to tend to it for almost a whole day until we got him to the doctors.

"Ah, ah, it's my leg," Liam somehow managed to grunt through the obvious pain he was in.

"We need to get him to the nurse," I told coach, surprising myself at how confident I sounded infront of a gathering crowd. I guess there's a first for everything.

Nobody argued as they made a path for Scott and Stiles so they could pretty much carry Liam to the nurses while I followed close behind.

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I know this is kind of a long chapter so sorry if you didn't like it! But finally we have some Liam! I am a lacrosse player so I absoultly adored writing this (and rewatching the episode so I could do so) becuase lacrosse on Teen Wolf is my favorite. I really miss Jackson.

Question- How do you like the fetus Charlotte and Liam?