Scott was in a light daze of wonder as the others continued with their warm up laps before lining up at the wall of the box. It was odd for Stiles not to be here by now. What had happened? ..another fight maybe? Scott frowned. If he knew there was going to be this much of a problem working alongside Derek he would've tried to talk Stiles out of it.
The team, once in position, started with high knees then butt kicks, followed by lunges/sumos, high kicks, opening and closing the gate, cherry picking, etc. It was the basics really; a typical routine they did before every practice or game. After their stretches they pulled on their gear and headed back onto the floor where they proceeded to pass the ball back and forth amongst each other or bounce it against the wall until Derek arrived to kick their asses into gear. That didn't seem to take long, however. Their coach, Derek, was stepping onto the floor with a stick in hand. He was sporting his usual scowl, though with a hint of annoyance. Scott's assumption had been right. There had definitely been a fight of some kind.
"Stilinski won't be here, so let's work on a few plays."
"Why?" Scott, being the curious person he is, couldn't help but question about his friend's lack of appearance. They had made a promise after all and Stiles wasn't one to break those kinds of things. Scott on the other hand, well, we're not talking about him at the moment.
"Reasons. Now, let's go." Derek snapped before calling out names and directing them to a side or to the bench. There wasn't enough for a full game of scrimmage, but he could make it work with what they had. It was better than nothing honestly. Derek stole a quick glance at his phone just as he finished making the teams. Nothing. Had there not been witnesses he probably would have thrown his phone across the room in frustration, but since there was he opted to shove it back into his pocket. What had he been expecting anyway? Stiles had gotten his point out loud and clear.
Shaking his head, he picked up a ball in his stick and joined the game. At least he had this; a distraction.
Stiles was currently sitting in his jeep, annoyed and fuming with anger. His grip on his steering wheel tightened, his knuckles turning white. "Stupid Derek.." he spits, his other hand locked on the key hanging from the ignition. He was half tempted to show up just to spite Derek and finish what he started, but at the same time he didn't even want to look at his stupid face. Honestly, there was only so much he could handle in one day. 'Why did I sign up for this again..?!' This was a question he repeatedly asked himself. Why? Well, because of Scott. The two had made a promise to be dedicated to the team whether both of them made it or not and, in this case, only one did; Stiles not being good enough to play but awesome enough to be assistant coach and medic. That part wasn't so bad he supposed but dealing with Derek and constantly butting heads was getting tiring.
He let out a groan as he let his head fall back against his seat in defeat before twisting the key in his hand, starting the engine. Damn Scott. Damn him so hard!
Soon enough his jeep was peeling out of his driveway and making it's way to the box. He'd probably regret this later. No, he'd definitely regret this later.