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I'm still warming-up myself...
He had somehow managed to negotiate when he had to sit in for detention. He had managed to get it moved from today, Thursday, and all the way to Monday. Which fit his lacrosse schedule a bit better. A lot better to be honest.
He was still impressed with his own skills as he walked into the locker-room ready to change into his lacrosse outfit.
He opened his locker, smiled as he remembered the unbelievably embarrassing moment when a twelve foot long chain had rolled out of the top shelf inside it. It had been in the start of Scott's wolvelihood. And he still remembered it very clearly almost two years later…
"Okay. Listen up boys!" coach Finstock yells into the room, "Tomorrow's the big game!"
"And I want each and every one of you to be at your best!" he looked between Scott, Greenberg and Stiles, "So no injuries tonight, not even you Greenberg!"
They nodded, of course they would do their best to keep themselves uninjured. I mean, that's what both humans and werewolves strive for. Isn't it?
…
When coach was finished with his pre-pre-game speech, Stiles stripped off his tee-shirt and tugged a clean lacrosse tee out of his gym bag. As he unfolded (uncurled) it, his eyes landed on the yellow and green remains of a bruise he had gotten two weeks ago. His elbow was still a bit sore from that blow.
He looked back up and found Scott's eyes burning into his. "Are you sure that you're okay?"
"Yeah!" he pulled the shirt on before he continued in an angry whisper, "It's been two weeks, and there is nothing wrong with my arm. Except for the humongous bruise from slamming into a concrete fender!"
Scott scrunched his nose, he had been a witness to the whole being tossed through the air scenario Stiles had gotten himself into…
Memo to future self; NEVER play football with werewolves, if you're not one yourself…
"I'm pretty sure I heard it crack!" Scott tried to reason, he had almost managed to drag his buddy down to the hospital afterwards. But Stiles was… Well… He was Stiles…
As comfortable around hospitals and needles as you would guess someone would be after seeing one of their parents waste away in a hospital bed.
"You heard something crack…" Stiles frowned as he remembered the feeling of said 'crack', "And it was either the wall or my ankle… You know how it gets sometimes…"
"But…"
To avoid further discussion of the subject, Stiles lifted his right foot a couple of inches off the ground and started to roll his foot up and down. Once on the way down and twice on the way up there was an audible popping sound every time he did it. It had been like that since he was ten or something… Probably the day he should have learned that jumping off things twice your height is not a good idea.
Did he learn… You can bet your ass he didn't!
"Awww! Stop that! It's horrible!" Scott whined as he held his hands over his ears, blocking some of the sickening sound.
"Stilinski! Can you stop doing that! You're giving me a migraine!" Isaac butted in after a few more seconds of the popping ankle.
Maybe he should start a body-band…? Like Popping-Ankle & Creaky-Neck… Yeah! That would be…
…Dull…
He stopped before he stood in danger of causing a werewolf attack in the locker-room. That would have been a bit difficult to explain…
Great. Now the ligaments in his ankle itched! And he knew the only way of scratching that itch was to pop his ankle… But… He had a couple of friends with superhuman hearing, and a set of claws and fangs…
Super!
…
Warm-up was killer, as it always was. He had no chance of keeping up with Scott or any of the other pack-members, so he just tried to survive. Surviving was what mattered during the warm-up.
"Come on Stilinski! McCall is two laps ahead of you!" coach yelled at him as he joined in on the running for a few yards, "My dear old, dead, grandma moves faster than this! Heck, I've seen glaciers with better pace than this!"
Oh… If he had had just an ounce less of self-control at that moment, coach Finstock might have had to consider a reconstructive nose job…
But he gritted his teeth and prayed that his lungs wouldn't catch fire, as he tried picking up his pace.
No wait, his lungs were already burning… Okay… He prayed that they wouldn't implode then…
Just one more round and he was done! Just a couple hundred yards more and he was officially done with the warm-up.
...
Just as he was about to cross the finish-line something embarrassing happened. Of course it had to happen…
His ankle locked on itself and he managed one more step on it before he full on FACEPLANTED! He could feel how blood rushed to his face and filled every small blood vessel making his face turn a surprisingly bright shade of red.
His ankle decided to let him free from his agony and he could pull himself to his feet before anyone else managed to get over to where he was. All he had managed to get during his little incident, was two scraped up knees and one bloody palm. Considering that he had been running as fast as his lungs would allow him, he was pleased with the outcome of the whole situation.
Scrapes healed quite fast. Even for humans…
"Stilinski! Are you alright?" wait, was that the human emotion of true worry he heard coming from the coach?
"Yeah, fine! Just left some skin on the track that's all…" he answered as he bent down to brush away a small pebble stuck in the scrape on his left knee…
"Good!" coach patted him on the back as reassurance, before his tone went back to the usual joking/bullying thing he had going on, "Can't lose any one of you before the big game tomorrow! Not even you Stiles!"
It was okay. He knew that coach Finstock was only joking about that 'not-even-you' part. He knew that in some twisted up way, coach had a need to keep his guard up at any moment. Even if that meant verbal abuse of him and the others.
Poor Greenberg… Stiles would really like to know the background story on why he was the one that got nagged on the most…
…
The rest of the practice went on without further complications. And he was ready for the game come tomorrow evening. All he really needed now was a shower and a good night's sleep.
Well...
I think I'll bring out my A-game soon...
Anyone else feeling the agony to come...?
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