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"I'm searching for something that I can't reach."

~Ghost by Halsey~

Who is that?

Who else could put 'My cousin is a Banshee and I need to help her save the world' in the 'Explain why you want to study at Beacon Hills High School' section of an application form? Probably no one but me. Okay, so saving the world may have been a slight exaggeration, but Beacon Hills was now my world. It had been for the past two weeks, and I would prefer to save it. Especially when my cousin and her friends had almost been stuck in Mexico for the rest of the school semester.

There was just one slight problem though. Lydia didn't know I knew she was a Banshee, and also that she had gone to Mexico with the rest of her pack to save Derek Hale, who was an Alpha werewolf once upon a time. She'd simply told me she was off on a camping trip. In fact, I knew a bit more than I would have liked about each one of them. Most people who realised that Lydia turned up to an unusual amount of crime scenes probably assumed she was some sort of psychic. In a way, they weren't wrong. They'd just got the wrong side of the family.

I had finally made it to freshman year, and got into Beacon Hills High School. Some people were more excited when they got to senior year, but for me, freshman year was the one. Middle school was awful, more so after my parents completely vanished off the face of the Earth, leaving me with Lydia and my aunt. I couldn't wait to get out of there, and never see the insides of that place again.

"Olivia Martin, if you don't get out of the car right now, I will never take you to school again."

I rolled my eyes at my unfairly beautiful cousin, Lydia, and slipped out of the car, slamming the door behind me.

"I have a Chemistry test first period and it will be your fault if I fail," Lydia said, taking me by the arm and leading me into the school.

"Lyd, you're practically a genius. Calm down."

Lydia continued dragging me through the school hallways, but glanced back to give me a warm smile for being one of the only people to appreciate her intelligence. She stopped when we reached Scott and Kira by the lockers and let go of my arm.

"Hey team," I said, grinning at the two of them.

"Hey," Scott and Kira replied in unison. They shot a look at each other and Kira started blushing, the pinkness complementing her dark hair. I would give anything to have her shiny ebony hair instead of my boring dirty blonde that just hung limply past my shoulders.

There was an awkward silence for a bit until Kira spoke up. "Anyone else exhausted from that camping trip?"

Or rather, trip to Mexico to find Derek.

"Yeah, I'm not sure if I even slept the entire weekend," Scott replied.

"Liv, don't you have homeroom or something?" Lydia asked me, ignoring Kira's question and folding her arms.

"Maybe." I tore my gaze away from Lydia to look at Scott and Kira. "You two are sooooo cu- okay okay, I'm going," I was cut off my Lydia grabbing my shoulders and pushing me gently towards the classroom across from us.

"You know how important it is to make freshman friends. We'll see you later, promise."

Lydia gave me a quick one armed hug before letting go and turning back to talk to Scott and Kira.

"I've made tons of friends, but I'll let you adults discuss adult things."

Lydia turned her head round and made a face at me. "Go!"

I held my hands up in defeat and spun around, walking into the classroom and sitting next to the only friend I actually had.

"Liv, what's up?" Mason greeted me with a fist bump.

"It's all great now that I've finally been accepted as one of your bros. Even got the fist bump to prove it," I teased him.

"You got it. So, I heard you're tight with the Captain of the Lacrosse team?"

"I wouldn't say tight, but yeah, I know him."

Mason nudged me, raising his eyebrows. "Think you could introduce me to a few of the players?"

"Erm, you've got no chance there."

"You're a terrible friend, you know that?"

I gave Mason a cheeky grin and shrugged. "You love me really."

He rolled his eyes, and took out some Econ homework he'd forgotten to do. I sat there for a minute as the teacher droned on about something unimportant, before realising I had a massive pile of work that needed doing at the bottom of my bag. Lydia had spent the entire weekend trying to get me to do homework and failed. It wasn't my fault it didn't appeal to me as much as it did to her. My 3.5 GPA was enough for me to be happy.

"Are you going to tag along to lacrosse tryouts later? Me and some of the other guys are going," Mason asked, putting down his work.

I chewed on my pen and thought about it for a second. "I suppose I could. Lydia will kill me if I don't get this work done though."

"Aw come on, Liv. You might find a guy there."

"Unlikely. Anyway, I'm only fifteen. I don't need no man in my life, Mace."

Mason screwed his mouth and bowed his head, trying to make me feel guilty for leaving him on his own with the other freshman. I sighed and got up from my desk, slinging my bag over my shoulder.

"Fine. On one condition, you introduce me to Garrett."

Mason raised an eyebrow. "I thought you didn't need a man in your life?"

"Doesn't mean I can't appreciate them, from less of a distance."

He laughed, following me out of the room to go to Econ. I liked Mason, a lot. He was down to Earth, like me, and said it like it was, also like me. After the horrors of sitting alone at lunch time during middle school, I could honestly say that Mason was the best friend I'd ever had. Except Lydia, maybe. We'd grown much closer since I moved in with her and her mom, and we just seemed to get each other. Maybe it was the whole Banshee-psychic connection she didn't know about. I wasn't ready to tell her yet, and I certainly wasn't ready to become a target for other supernatural creatures to come and kill me. I needed to graduate high school first.

Econ turned out to be better than I'd expected, but no sooner had the bell rung than Mason put an arm around my shoulder and dragged me off to the school field. I was only doing this to make more friends, and become friendlier with Garrett. I knew he had a girlfriend, but there was no harm in admiring him silently and staring at him as he played lacrosse. It wasn't like I was going to make a move on him. I may have acted all confident since I'd started high school, but deep down, I was terrified. Constantly. And deep down, I had that niggling feeling something bad was going to happen.

"Are you going to sit down?" Mason interrupted my thoughts.

I blinked and realised everyone was sitting down on the benches, whereas I was standing up and staring at the field in a daze. Damn. Why did this have to happen at school of all places? Perks of being a Martin.

"Er, yeah," I said and sat down beside him, crossing my legs.

"Good, cause tryouts are about to start any minute."

The potential players started their warm up on the field, and I gave Stiles and Scott a thumbs up for luck. They nodded gratefully and my attention turned to the two girls walking over to the field. I watched as Malia and Kira came to sit in front of us, not realising I was behind them.

"What's wrong with you?" Malia asked Kira, who was leaning on a lacrosse stick and staring into the distance.

"Me? Nothing..."

Malia tilted her head in disbelief. "You reek of anxiety, and it's distracting. What's going on?"

Kira sighed, her shoulders sinking. "Scott and I sort of had this thing happen...but it wasn't much of a thing, and I'm starting to think it never was anything...at all."

"Ooh what happened?" I said, leaning forward to join the conversation, making them both jump.

"Shush," Malia said to me before going back to Kira, "What do you want it to be?"

Kira thought for a moment and rested her chin on the lacrosse stick. "More."

I patted her shoulder. "It will be. You two are too cute not to be more than just friends."

"Thanks Liv," Kira smiled sweetly at me, but she still looked unsure.

"And how much experience have you had?" Malia asked skeptically.

"Eh, not much."

"That's what I thought."

"Don't ruin the girl's hopes, Malia," I said, swatting her shoulder and she made a face at me.

Kira waved her hand at both of us. "Guys, shut up, it's about to start."

First up was Stiles, who had the most trouble picking up a lacrosse ball that I'd ever seen. He was a sweaty mess from the warm up run, which seemed to have affected his eye hand coordination as well. After a few moments of trying to scoop the ball, he leant down and grabbed it with his hand instead, chucking it with all the might he could. The ball, however, was not having any of it, and it flew straight into the goalie's net. Stiles made a disgusted face before going to join Scott near the back of the line.

"At least he tried," Malia commented, and I tried to hide my laughter. Poor Stiles. I guess lacrosse wasn't really his thing.

Up next was a dark blonde boy. I wasn't sure where I'd seen him before, but he was too young not to be a freshman. He picked up the ball with no difficulty and flung it with such force and speed that the goalie barely had time to move before it collided with the back of the net. The guy grinned at his impressive goal, sauntering over to where Scott and Stiles were eyeing him with suspicion.

Scott then had his go, which ended up with the ball pinging against the metal pole of the net instead of actually going in it.

"Nice McCall," Garrett called out as the rest of the team sniggered.

Shut up Garrett.

"Hey Garrett, shut up," Stiles told him.

Thank you Stiles.

I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my bare knees, and watched as the dark blonde scored again and again whereas Scott and Stiles were completely missing the goal. One time, Scott even managed to send the ball flying six feet above the net.

Kira tilted her head toward Malia. "Isn't the captain supposed to be one of the best players on the team? Or good?"

Malia drew her attention away from her studies and looked over at the field, very confused at what was going on.

"I spent eight years living in a cave."

"Good point."

The sound of cheers erupting from the players on the field distracted me from Kira and Malia's conversation, and I watched as the guys were patting the Freshman who's name I didn't know on the back and embracing him.

"Who is that?" I asked Mason, who was also cheering in support of him. If anyone knew who a good looking guy was, it would be Mason.

"Him?" Mason pointed to the dark blonde guy and I nodded. "That's Liam. Liam Dunbar."

This one just popped into my head the other day and I thought I would write it down and see what happened. I love Liam's character and especially how jealous Stiles gets of his impressive lacrosse skills. He's so cute and I really wanted to write about him and also season 4, which is my fave season (tied with 3B cause Nogitsune Stiles was epic). Anyway, I hope you stick with this one. Please review, because both Dylans would want you to :)