Chapter 4

Stiles watched as her best friend was repetatly hit with Lacrosse balls in the goal, At least their not getting in the net she thought postively. While her best friend was getting beaten with lacrosse balls she was thinking back onto the night before
Why/How did that bite mark dissapear so fast? I know I didnt just imagine it - I saw the blood on the bandage. So how did I heal from a bite that big and that fast - without ever being in pain aside from when it happened? And does it have anything to do with the fact that I can now see/hear/smell things that I couldnt before? And come to think of it, Practice wasnt as hard as it used to be this morning? Have I gotten stronger too? I'll have to test this at tryouts. she thought to herself. Just then she heard her name being called. Allison.
"Hey, Lydia and I are sitting further up if you want to join us?" She questioned nicely, not knowing the history beihind the 2 girls
"oh, no thanks. Lydia and I dont really get along" Stiles informed her, smiling a bit. Just becasue her instincts didnt like her doesnt mean that she would be a bitch. She just wouldnt be her best friend
"Yeah, Lydia said you wouldnt. Thought Id give it a go anyway." Smiling Aliisone went back to her seat. Well isnt she a nice girl - wounder how long thats going to last with Lydia Martin as a friend.

As soon as Lacrosse was done Stiles led Allison to the girls locker room and they got changed into some workout clothes.
"I'm suprised you have some, it is your first day" one of the other tryouts commented
"I didnt know if I would have gym or not so I brought soemthing to exercise in, just for the day" She replied - still smiling. How can one person be so happy all of the time. Although I should be happy as well - I am a cheerleader. But I prefer to save all of that preppy-ness for the field. She better be able to keep up. Otherwise she wont be on the squad. Stiles thought to herself as she got changed with the other cheerleaders (the try out girls were at the spare lockers that were all nearer to the toilets and the bins that not one wanted) All of the girls then went and gathered on the field - the smarter ines stretching. As the cheerleaders watched the others - having already finished their stretches - they noticed who they thought would be good on the team and who would definatly would not be on the sqaud.

"OK, Listen up! Before we start you need to know a few things. This is not just for the school team but for the varisty squad. We train 3 times a week and attend all Lacrosse, Basketball and Football games - lucky for you they are all in different seasons and you are raarely too busy to socialise. If you becoem one of us then you have to wear your cheer uniform at all times in school and sit with the other cheerleaders on game days. You also need to have a C-average and as soon as you fail a class, you are off the squad until you are back on track. Now, onto the actual cheerleading, you need to be able to keep up with the exercise we do so I want everyone to run 3 laps around the Lacrosse Pitch - Stiles you lead them" Ashlyn yelled at the girls
"Oh and before I forget, the current cheerleaders have to do this as well and if you fall behind you go home" Ashlyn added before going to stand at the side of the pitch.

For some reason practice went by easier than usual that time as well as in the morning; which did not go amiss from Ashlyn.
"Wow Stiles, been practicing this summer or something?" she quesioned,
"something like that yeah" Stiles grinned, not understanding why it was so much easier now tan it ever was before.

At the end it was annouced that the new cheer squad was going to be announced in the morning by a sheet on the corkboard outside of coach's office. Stiles just grinned and went to get changed after a lap of the field to cool down her muscles, even though she just wanted a nice warm shower. After that she was going to go back to the preserve to try and find out what the hell had bitten her. Which could give her some clues as to what the hell was happening, including why she had no memory of the night after being bitten.