Here comes another one for you!
Hope y'all enjoy it!
Friday night! The lights were lit and the crowd was ecstatic. It was a home-game so there were extra many there to cheer for their team. Boy was he excited!
He was feeling the pre-game jitters. He had been restless the whole day, even with his daily dose of Adderall…
They were competing against their 'enemies' tonight. It was their neighbor team that was coming. Devenford prep was one thing, but this was their sworn enemies. This was just 25 miles up the road… This was their neighbors…
This was Brunette Rock, and they had always been their worst enemies on and off field.
It was far from the most important game of the season if you rated it by where they would rank at the end of the season... But it was the most important game of the season for most Beacon Hills residents. Solely because of the constant feud between Beacon Hills and Brunette Rock…
There were stories about BR's that came to Beacon Hills parties just to fight and make mischief. His pa had arrested a few himself, and almost gotten his teeth kicked in at one or two occasions in his youth…
The rivalry was real, and it was prominent. Coach had complained during economics about waking up to his car papered down… Of course it was the BR's who had TP-ed his car…
…
After they all had changed into their gear, and coach Finstock had given his usual speech. The one from 'Independence Day'… It had started out once a year, and it had morphed into his regular pre-game speech…
Everybody knew the words… Backwards…
They walked out on to the field. It felt like the whole town had showed up. And about half of Brunette Rock had showed up too…
"Hey, if you want to wolf out tonight… I bet some of those dudes are taking steroids!" Stiles whispered to Scott as they walked over to the benches to set down their bottles and extra gear.
"A couple of them are definitely on something… I can smell it…"
"See, then it's not cheating if you and the others wolf up!"
"It is cheating…"
"Just wolf up a little bit… Okay…?" a sly grin spread across his face. Hope in his eyes… "I mean, they're walking mountains of muscles! I'm not talking about maiming here… Just a little bit of wolfie eyes and a little bit of those muscles…"
Scott rolled his eyes.
…
The first quarter was okay. The usual rivalry was close to its peak, they scored a couple of goals, and so did the Brunette Rock's too… (That part was not as great…)
The other team played rough, fly through the air rough… That meant; you got tackled and you ended up flying through the air, like a paper plane… Stiles managed to tear up his scraped knees, and by the end of the first quarter they were bloody and sore, but it was all a part of the game. If he couldn't live with that, he had nothing to do on the field in the first place…
He drank willingly from his bottle during the break. The other team played rough, and they had to keep up with them. They were giving it all they got.
He gulped down half a bottle before the judge signaled that the players had to return to their places for the second quarter. Somehow coach had decided to place him as a midfield player during this game… He had no clue why he got the part with the most running involved…
…
Number 17, some guy with the surname Dylan, on the opposite team had the ball. He was a big boulder of a man (a person that big can't be called a boy…) And he was running full speed towards Stiles.
Why is it always me that gets charged by human bulldozers? I mean, it's probably more fun to test your strength with someone closer to your own league! He was ready to charge himself, but a few yards before number seventeen reached him, Liam slammed into the bulldozer's shoulder, causing him to lose his balance and fall to the ground.
With his heart thundering in his chest, he looked up at Liam.
"Thanks!" it was barely above whisper, but he knew Liam would hear it anyway. Kind of went with the whole supernatural hearing thing he had going on…
"No problem, you're only human after all…" Liam said in a low voice and smirked, "and that guy is a beast!"
The so-called beast managed to put his legs beneath himself and got up. Then he proceeded to brush some grass off his shoulder before he ran off to continue playing. The game had continued without further ado, Greenberg had managed to get the ball when the opposite team had lost it. And now he was about to pass it along to Scott.
He barely avoided getting attacked by number 17 a couple of more times before the end of the second quarter. It really started to seem like he had something he just hated about Stiles, and that it was his mission to eliminate Stiles at whatever cost…
Oh, he didn't like the thought of that…
…
He survived the second quarter, and he was benched during the third one… Mainly because he asked for it. His lungs were burning and he really needed a break so he wouldn't become completely useless…
"You're doing good out there…" coach stated as he took a seat on the next bench. "All of you… Well except for Greenberg. That kid annoys me…"
Stiles couldn't help but let out a small laugh. He had to find the reason for Finstock's Greenberg hate. It bothered some small part of his brain that always looked for answers and links… He just really needed an explanation…
"Just give me a word when you're ready to get back out there… It looks like Randall is close to succumb…"
Stiles chugged down the last of his water and stood up. "I'm ready… Just needed some water…"
"Good… HEY! RANDALL! CHANGE WITH STILINSKI!" he then looked over at Stiles standing by the bench, "Get your helmet on, you're up!"
"Yes, coach!" Stiles smiled. He couldn't believe how much his life had changed over the past couple of years. From the start when both he and Scott were basically just extras in case the whole damn team got injured at once, to being some of the most frequent players on the team.
Okay, yeah… They were seniors now, and this was their last season in high school lacrosse… But his grades were good, and Scott had managed to boost his own grades, and they both had all sorts of different college scouts checking up on their games. It was fun, it kind of lifted him up! And if they both were lucky, they could go to the same school, both on a full scholarship and play for the same team. That would be great!
He barely made it out on the field before number 17 switched in too. He had been taking a break at the same time as him. Stiles couldn't say, honestly, that it didn't bother him a bit. In fact… It scared him…
He had had the role as main target the whole game, and he was pretty sure that it wouldn't stop now.
…
Scott passed the ball to Stiles, who ran a couple of yards before he passed it back to Scott again. Just as the ball had left his stick a body slammed full force into his. Giving him a flying lesson as Scott scored…
When he landed he was surprised to find that nothing had happened. There is no way you get hit my a human mountain in motion and get away from it unharmed. But nothing hurt, and his didn't spin…
"Are you all right?" Greenberg asked, he was the one closest to Stiles.
"Oddly enough… Yeah!..." he responded amazed by it himself. "I'm good!"
"Good!" Greenberg nodded to him, "let's kick some BR ass!"
Stiles smiled. Yeah… Because none of their opponents were giants! And they had every chance to 'kick BR ass' without superhuman strength and agility!
The ref blew the whistle and it was break.
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A few minutes later, they were back on field once more. The last quarter. The most exciting one. They were in the lead, by 1 point. They had to keep the Brunette Rock players from scoring, but it wouldn't hurt if they managed to get the ball in the opponents net a couple of times themselves…
The sound of the whistle rang through the air again. Game on!
The other team managed to win the ball at startup. And the captain passed the ball to number 17, who definitely wanted to go THROUGH Stiles… Stiles forgot that he was a bit smaller, and a lot lighter on the scale as he charged towards the freight train running towards him. He managed to get the ball to fall down from the stick, but then he was hit by the giant…
The first impact wasn't the worst. The fact that he somehow became a landing pillow for a 6'3" human beast was worse… There a sickening sound rang through the 'arena', and it seemed like everyone stopped dead in their tracks. And the ref blew his whistle and stopped the game.
All he could wrap his mind around was the intense pain radiating from somewhere in his left leg. He tried shifting under the heavy mass of number 17, only to find that whatever was wrong with his leg REALLY didn't like movement.
He groaned as tears welled up in his eyes. The guy, something Dylan, started moving on top of him. Stiles straight out shrieked as the Dylan guy managed to jostle his abused left leg.
"Whoa, sorry!" number 17 said as he held out a hand, offering him some help to get up... He clearly hadn't taken a look at his 'pillow's' leg…
The pain was flaring from his leg, and he really didn't want to look at it. He could feel that it was bad!
"OH SHIT!" number 17 finally looked down at Stiles' legs. "I'm sorry man!"
'Sorry man' didn't quite cut it. His leg was broken or something, by a bulldozer of a guy! Who he bet had that as intention… Nope, 'I'm sorry man' wasn't enough…
A crowd gathered around him. Coach Finstock was hovering above his head, his face had turned white as a chalk and he was quite unwilling to look in the general direction of Stiles' legs.
Scott was also kneeling beside him, as an opposite to the coach, he had no real problems looking at the leg. But Stiles clearly saw him shudder…
"How bad…" he sniffled once before he managed to speak any further, "How bad is it?..."
Scott grimaced as he tried to come up with a proper response. He didn't want to scare his best friend, but it looked bad. He blinked once or twice before he managed to look Stiles in the eyes again.
"Your leg is broken…" he paused, trying desperately to find a nice way to explain what they all saw. He was cut off when Stiles finally decided he had searched for words long enough…
"You know it's broken…" he waited for Scott to confirm it, "like; I guess it must be broken. Or like; It's a compound fracture, yes it's broken…?"
Stiles put on his best brave face. Ready for the news he feared…
"Err… The last one fits best…" he said with a shrug of his shoulders. The kind of shrug he always made when he didn't know how to respond to hard questions… Instead he just grabbed Stiles' hand and took away as much of his pain as he could, luckily he was wearing a long-sleeve…
"Oh God…" Stiles did no longer care about the salty tears making their way down the side of his face, he no longer cared about the fact that he was about to start bawling… This honestly freaked him out…
Okay... I have to say... I have next to no knowledge of Lacrosse...
-I live in Norway... Our college apparently has a lacrosse team, took me almost two years to acquire that knowledge... -.-
Anyway... I hope you enjoyed the story so far...