First Game
I changed into my Lacrosse gear and got out onto the field, where Stiles and Scott were just coming out. I waved to them and grabbed a stick, pulling on my helmet. Lydia walked over to Scott and said something that I couldn't catch as coach sat next to me.
"How's your shoulder?" Coach asked Jackson.
"It's fine," he sighed.
"You feel any pain?" he prodded. "No," Jackson shook his head.
"What if I gave it a big old punch?" Finstock suggested, "Would you feel any pain then?"
I snickered as Jackson uneasily answered, "Maybe."
"Listen, just go out there, just give it your best. If you feel any pain, just..." Coach trailed off.
"Just keep playing?" Jackson guessed.
"That's my boy."
I shook my head and stood as Coach started yelling at the whole first line and the whistle blew. We all got into our starting line-up and I glanced to Scott then to Stiles.
Nudging Scott, I whispered, "I'm right here."
He nodded and took several deep breathes, whispering, "Please let this be okay, please."
The game began and my body moved involuntarily, doing what I was supposed to. Jackson knocked Scott out of the way for the ball and after he shot I walked over to him and hit him in the shoulder.
"Trust me, you do not want to get Scott angry," I warned earning a curious gaze from him.
Coach called me over and told me to sit out because I was being aggressive towards Jackson.
"But coach-" I began but he was too busy yelling at Greenberg to listen.
My jaw clenched as I sat next to Stiles on the bench and watched Scott make an unbelievable shot.
"Did the opposing team just deliberately pass us the ball?" Coach asked Stiles.
"Yes, I believe so Coach," Stiles replied, making me look up from my gloves.
Moments later, Scott threw the ball so hard that it went straight through the goalie's net. Our teams tied and Stiles and I argued alongside Coach about the ball being in the net. Coach blew the whistle and Stiles and I high-fived. We jumped up excitedly and I watched as Scott ran off the field.
"Dad what's wrong?" Stiles asked.
Just then I realized that Deaton had bailed on another one of my games. I plopped down on the bench and put my head in my hands.
"Alyse, are you okay?" Stiles asked.
I nodded and breathed out, pulling my head back up.
"He didn't show, did he?" he guessed.
I shook my head no and sighed, "Not like he missed much."
"Hey, it's okay, we can share my dad, although I think he gets sick of me sometimes," he joked, making me laugh.
Stiles then ran off saying something about warning Scott after his dad told him that the hairs on the dead body where animal. I shook my head and went to the girls locker room and changed out of my pads, then ran back out to the field where I was waiting for Derek. Jackson walked onto the field and picked up Scott's glove peaking my interest. I jogged over to him and tapped his shoulder.
"Hey, what are you doing?" I asked, glancing down at the glove.
"Nothing," he lied.
I touched his hand and he looked at me as if he couldn't decide whether or not to tell me.
"Look, Jackson, I wont tell anyone."
"I promise I'll tell you when I figure out what the hell is going on."
I nodded and dropped my hands, seeing disappointment in his eyes.
"I just wanted to say sorry for yesterday," I looked down.
"Why are you apologizing?" he asked.
"I have no freakin' clue," I laughed.
He smiled lightly and pushed some hair from my face.
"Hey, how about I give you a ride," he offered.
"No thanks, I actually have one," I declined rocking back and forth on my heels.
He looked at me curiously, but didn't push the subject. I waved as he walked off and waited until he pulled out to turn around. The wind let out a gust, making me shiver and turn. I jumped back, shocked by how close Derek stood.
"Hey, are you okay?" I asked worriedly.
His eyes had a glazed over look and he towered over me.
"Derek?" I called, snapping my fingers in front of his face.
He snapped back into reality and I looked at him strange, "You ready to go?"
I nodded and adjusted the strap of my bag on my shoulder.