𝙎1 𝙀1: 𝙒𝙤𝙡𝙛 𝙈𝙤𝙤𝙣-𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙄𝙑
☾ 𝒫𝒾𝓏𝓏𝒶 & 𝒢𝓎𝓂𝓃𝒶𝓈𝓉𝒾𝒸𝓈 ☽
𝙆𝙖𝙞'𝙨 𝙋𝙊𝙑
After we drop Scott of at the vet we head home for the evening, 'bout time. I'm exhausted after trucking through the woods for a second day in a row.
"Pizza tonight?" Stiles asks as he pulls into the drive way. Dad's gone in the evenings on duty so we're usually on our own for dinner.
"I wanted mac and cheese and chicken nuggets." I tell him.
"We have that every night." He whines.
"We have pizza almost every night too!"
"Well, last time we tried to cook we almost burned the house down!" He waves his hands around.
"It was only ramen." I defend. "And eggs. And... Okay, that's not the point." I sigh.
We both sit in silence for a moment before turning to each other. "Chinese takeout!" We both yell simultaneously.
"Deal." He nods, pulling out his phone to call.
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"Ha! I was right, it was six years ago." I say with a mouth full of low mien, turning my laptop towards Stiles.
"Mmm, let me see." He hastily reaches out for my computer.
"Nooo, get your own." I whine as he takes it out of my hands before waving me off.
"So do you think that other guy is a Hale?" I voice my thoughts.
Stiles makes a scoffing sound. "Obviously. He looked a lot like Derek Hale." That's true, they did look a lot alike. "Maybe that's his son!" He says like a lightbulb formed above his head.
I give a look. "Derek's not that much older than, you dumbass." His mouth falls open slightly, offended by my remark. Hey, he had it coming with that idea.
"Then they're probably brothers." He pouts.
I roll my eyes. "Well then why don't we know him from school, genius?"
"Oh. I don't know." He shrugs, continuing to scroll. "There's not much here. We'd have to look through newspapers and files and stuff."
I nod, grabbing another egg roll. Well that wasn't a very satisfying search.
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Stiles and I rush out to the field as practice is starting up, running up to Scott with news.
"Scott!" Stiles voice cracks causing me to laugh and almost trip. "Scott, wait up."
"Stiles, Kai, I'm playing the first elimination, you guys, can it wait?" Scott snaps.
"No, you gotta hear this!" I say out of breath. Whew, I'm out of shape. Then again, I feel this way going up stairs as well.
Stiles grabs his shoulder to stop him. "Yeah, just hold on, okay? We overheard our dad on the phone." He takes a gasp of air as Scott looks off and Stiles grabs both sides of his arms this time. "The fiber analysis came back from the lab in LA. They found animal hairs on the body from the woods!"
"Stiles, I wanted to say it!" I whack his arm.
"Kai, Stiles, I gotta go." Scott picks up his stick not listening to us.
"Scott." I groan.
"Wait, no! Scott!" Stiles dives to stop him as he walks off. "You're not gonna believe what the animal was!"
"This is priceless information!" I call after him.
"It was a wolf." Stiles lets out quietly before turning back to me. I throw my arms up.
Coach blows his whistle. "Let's go! Gather round! Bring it in, come on!"
We huff that Scott ignored us as we trudge over with the rest of the group. I look over and see Allison head towards the bleachers as she waves at Scott and he holds his hand up in return.
"You got a question, McCall?" Coach turns to him.
I face palm.
"What?" He asks cluelessly.
"You raised your hand, do you have a question?"
"Oh, no. I was just, uh..." He trails off. I shake my head. "Nothing. Sorry." I slap him on the back of the helmet and Coach nods in approval before continuing his pep talk.
"Okay. You know how this goes. If you don't make the cut, you're most likely sitting on the bench for the rest of the season." He points to one of the guys on the other side of Stiles. He moves around the huddle, getting closer to all their faces. "You make the cut, you play. Your parents are proud. Your girlfriend loves ya!" He shakes one players helmet mask and pats both sides of his arms. "Huh? Everything else is a... cream cheese." Ooo, I could so go for a bagel with cream cheese right now. I need to start bringing myself snacks for practices. "Now, get our there and show me what you got! Come on!" He proceeds to get louder with every word and everyone starts to chant- "Let's go! Let's go!"
"KS!" Coach shouts and I quickly shove past the boys to get to him as they jump around in excitement.
"Yes sir?" I smile at the nickname he awarded me last year when 'Stilinski' wouldn't work since it grabbed both Stiles and I's attention. He went with girl Stilinski for a while til he warmed up to me, then KS it was.
"If any of these losers fail miserably, and they will, especially Greenburg, embarrass them so badly they'll go home crying to their mothers!" Coach shouts before blowing his whistle, eyes shining with anticipation to break some lacrosse hearts today.
I chuckle, rubbing my hands together. "You got it."
By the way, whatever his beef is with Greenburg is completely justified and I stand by it! Greenburg is irritating, trust me.
As the scrimmage starts up the ball lands in Scott's net after a couple tosses.
"Yeah! Go Scott, go!" I holler as he takes off before Jackson barrels into him, knocking him to the ground. "Ooof." I slowly sit back down. Jackson raises his helmet for a moment to eye Scott before he walks off. Dick. "It's okay." I mutter to myself. "Shake it off."
Oh great. Scott and Jackson head to the middle to face off to begin the next quarter. It just had to be them?
Scott manages to get it and runs down the field, dodging the other players left and right. Alright, Scott!! He spins on his heel before switching hands for his stick behind his back.... Okayyy, that's new. Coach looks shocked at the move as does Stiles.
Scott spins again as three guys come his way and he does a whole ass flip over them!! That's right, a flip! My jaw drops as Stiles and I slowly turn to each other, sharing the same looks on our faces. Scott throws it straight through the goalies legs into the net. Everyone cheers as Scott pauses for a moment before holding his arms over his head in victory as his team gathers around him.
"He knows this isn't gymnastics right?" I mumble to Stiles out of the corner of my mouth.
"McCall! Get over here!" Coach yells at him. Uh oh... "What in God's name was that?" He asks as Scott rushes over, yanking off his helmet. "This is a lacrosse field." He points. "What, are you trying out for the gymnastics team?"
Wha- hey! He stole my thought!
"Didn't you just-" Stiles begins but I hold my hand up to stop him so I can hear.
"Hush."
"No, Coach." Scott blinks. Well, do more than that!
"What the hell was that?" Coach demands.
"I-I don't know. I was just trying to make the shot." Scott stampers out.
"Yeah, well, you made the shot. And guess what? You're starting, buddy." He pats Scott on the shoulder. "You made first line!" He shakes his shoulders. "Come on!" The crowd begins to cheer again. "KS!"
"Yes, Coach?" I quickly perk up.
"Did those AV nerds or whatever get that on video?" He asks me, looking around for the couple of guys in the AV club that were supposed to stay after school and record today's tryouts. They also record the games, but I've recorded several games when it's too cold for them to come. Coach makes fun of them all the time and it's really hard not to laugh.
"Uh, um, yeah, Coach. I have no doubt." I nod quickly, not wanting to kill his good mood. Did they really? Not a clue.
His grin widens. "Atta girl! You know what to do if they don't!" He told me to break their glasses and keep their equipment, but I've used my own camcorder when I've done it. And breaking someone's glasses just seems evil.
"Yes, sir!" It takes everything in me not to salute. Dad says I'm a smart ass when I do that to him.
I look back over to Scott to find him rocking on his feet with the happiest smile I think I've ever seen him wear. As the rest of the bench makes it onto their feet Stiles stays sitting, looking deep in thought. He grabs my sleeve giving me a look that says we have work to do when we get home.
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Author's Note: Kai & Coach's bond is gonna be so fun to write lmao I love it already!!
Also I need more Grayson scenes asap...
Hope y'all enjoyed, so excited to publish!!
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