chapter four
"17"

      "C'MON, IS THAT THING EVEN a teenager? I wanna see a birth certificate!"

Lynn cringed up her face when she saw yet another Beacon Hills lacrosse player colliding with the ground in a not so soft way. Lydia sitting beside her made a groaning noise when she glanced over to the scoreboard, they were losing by three.

      It was now much later in the day, darkness had taken over and the only lights were those shining brightly on the field. Beacon Hills was completely getting their asses kicked in the game, and Lynn was going to be a bit disappointed if her first lacrosse game was going to be a loser.

"They're just knocking them down like stupid bowling pins," Lydia grunted loudly, dropping her hands to her lap to make a slapping noise, obviously in disapproval.

"Never took you to be a sports fan," Lynn teased, bumping her shoulder into that of Lydia's, who only rolled her eyes dramatically.

"There's just something so exhilarating about hot boys running into other hot boys," Lydia grinned, but Lynn could almost tell that it was forced, sort of fake.

"Oh, yeah, I completely believe that's why you come to every game," Lynn perked both her eyebrows over towards Lydia, but then turned her attention back to the field when another whistle rung out. "You know, it's alright to just like the sport."

Lydia glanced over towards Lynn with careful eyes, but just simply pouted her lips out fully. Even for knowing her a short time, Lynn already knew how incredibly smart Lydia is, but yet she seems fancies showing herself as dumber, she wasn't quite sure.

     "Hey, you!"

      Lynn yanked her head up when she heard that familiar yelling from that annoying coach, and she was startled when she met direct eye contact with the man.

      "I saw you with McCall and Stilinski earlier! Do you play!?"

      Lynn peeled open her mouth dramatically, and only jumbled words fell. Short story, yes, she knows the rules and such of lacrosse. Long story, she was never one to be good at controlling her anger during sports.

      "DO YOU PLAY!?"

      "Yes!" Lynn yelled back out, but as soon as the word fell from her mouth, she instantly regretted it. "Yes, I know how to freaking play."

      "We got ourselves a player!" Coach shouted out, and Lynn only chuckled to herself in amusement at how she had pulled herself into this situation in the first place.

      "Are you seriously about to play with those giants on the other team?" Lydia asked rather quickly, wrapping a hand around Lynn's wrist to pull her to a stop.

      "Aw, is Lydia worried about me?" Lynn joked, flashing her newfound friend a warm smile, but then she gave her a sympathetic squeeze on her shoulder. "I'll be fine, trust me, I know how to handle myself."

      Lynn jumped down from the benches, and she hooked her fingers around the maroon colored jersey Coach had just given her, and shrugged it on quickly, it was rather big on her, but she didn't mind. She had determination written all over her face, and Coach picked up one of the white lacrosse sticks and tossed it her way.

      "She can't play, she's a girl!"

      Lynn growled out in annoyance when she heard the masculine voice call out, and when she searched the ground to see who the ignorant man, she couldn't recognize anyone. But then her eyes landed on a smirking young man, maybe five or so years older than her.

      "Watch me!" Lynn shouted, flashing him a completely fake grin while she flung up her middle finger. The crowd erupted into fits of laughter, and the once egotistical man seemed to get the hint and shut up.

      Lynn made her way out onto the field, having to take a second to adjust to the bright flashing lights now on her. Her heartbeat was going crazy, and her mind was floating around, wondering if this was all a good idea. But she shoved that anxiousness down, and let a prideful smirk plaster her face.

      She felt a strong hand on her shoulder suddenly, and just as she was about to swing on her heels and most likely collide the back of her lacrosse stick into the person stomach, she recoiled her actions when she recognized Scott.

      "Are you sure you can handle this, you know, with everything?" Scott questioned, and he seemed genuinely interested, so Lynn gave him a supportive nod.

      "I know how to control it, if that's what you're asking," Lynn replied, but before either of them could say another thing, they were interrupted by a whistle blowing throughout the air. "Let the game begin, baby."

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      "Hell yeah!"

      Lynn grinned loudly when she threw her arms up into the air — she had just made her second goal, in only a matter of a few plays. She was damn proud of herself, one, because she actually wasn't using much of her super strength and such, and two, she was actually being a regular, normal teenager.

      But a hard shoulder collided with her own that knocked the smile off her face, and she hissed out in annoyance. She glanced up to surely glare daggers at whoever purposely ran into her, but her face instantly spread to panic when she saw an African American boy with strong muscled arms, but the most prominent thing about him? His glowing yellow eyes.

      Dear God, he's a werewolf, and he's just giving damn near anyone a chance to see.

      "Hey!" Lynn immediately jumped forward, hooking her fingers around the boys shoulder, dragging him backwards to meet her eye contact. "Your eyes, you need to relax, seriously."

      "Don't tell me what to do," growled the boy, and Lynn had to bite down on her tongue so she wouldn't let an insensitive comment slip out.

      He's clearly a new werewolf, not yet understanding his full capabilities. And Lynn was starting to wonder why there were so many new and beginner werewolves in such a small city.

      Scott ran up from behind Lynn, his heavy breath noticeable as the cold air met with his warmth. He was panting, probably because one of the giants on the other team had just managed to slam him to the ground.

      "Please tell me that I'm only seeing things and Boyd most definitely didn't have yellow eyes," Scott groaned while fiddling around with his lacrosse stick nervously.

      "Sorry to burst your bubble, but apparently he doesn't know how to control his anger yet," Lynn replied while cringing up her face sympathetically.

      "Not tonight, please not tonight," Scott mumbled out, letting a massive sigh slip his lips, and Lynn peered over her shoulder, utterly confused. "Oh my God, we didn't have the time to tell you. Alright, you see that older man sitting next to Allison?"

      Lynn switched her eyes from staring at Scott over towards the benches full of people, and surely, Scott was right. There was an older gentlemen sitting right beside Allison, with familiar grey hairs and fairly visible wrinkles.

     "Who is he?"

      "He's a hunter," Scott explained, and Lynn whipped her head so quickly that she thought she nearly broke her neck. "Yeah, sorry, that probably should've been the first thing we told you."

      "There's a hunter in Beacon Hills?" Lynn questioned, and her mind wandered to her mother, how she would certainly need to inform her of such.

      "There's hunters. The Argents, they're all hunters," Scott corrected, and Lynn cautiously rose an eyebrow over towards the brunette boy. When Lynn peeled open her mouth, Scott interrupted her swiftly, already knowing what question she was going to ask. "Allison isn't, she's on our side."

      "That's a relief, I like her," Lynn laughed, but then another whistle sounded through the air, meaning that the quarter was over. "So, who's getting the beast over there under control? He looks as if he's about to kill someone."

      "I've got him," Scott announced, starting to skip away, but then he turned on his heels while moving backwards. "Try not to get tackled, yeah?"

"I can manage myself."

And with that, the two werewolf teenagers went back to playing the lacrosse game. However, Scott was glued to the hip of the boy called Boyd, making sure he didn't do anything else that could potentially reveal the fact that he was a werewolf.

It didn't seem to be helping much though, because Boyd was knocking down almost every single giant on the other team with ease. Lynn gripped the lacrosse stick she had in her palms even tighter when she saw Scott had managed to get the ball, and a cheer erupted from her chest when the boy managed to score a perfect goal.

She threw her arms up happily, knowing that that score had put them where they were two ahead of the opposing team, with hardly anytime left. However, that pure excitement was short-lasted when Lynn saw the way the biggest kid on the opposite team had slammed right into Scott's left shoulder, sending him flying to the hard ground.

The bursts of laughs and cheers coming from the crowd seemed to die out as everyone realized what happened, and Lynn raced forward to where Scott was on the grassy ground groaning loudly. She had heard a bone crack, but she wasn't sure who else could've heard it.

"Scott?" Lynn called out, dropping her lacrosse stick as she bent down beside him, she placed a supportive hand on his shoulder and glanced down to his leg — it quite obviously looked broken the way he was laying on the ground. Lynn switched over her shoulder when she heard someone right behind her, and when she spotted Allison, a breath of relief flooded her lungs. "Help me get him up."

Allison immediately nodded, and with the help of the two girls on both sides of Scott's shoulder, pulling him up from the ground.

"The book?" Scott mumbled out, and she confusing furrowed her eyebrows towards Allison, who glanced around the area to make sure no one could hear their conversation. Something had to be happening right now, but Lynn wasn't quite sure what.

"It's not in his office, it's gotta be at the house," Allison replied quickly, and then her hand traced down to Scott's leg, quite obviously still worried about him. "Scott, your leg, oh my God, your leg is broken."

"Not for long," Scott grumbled through gritted teeth, trying to stretch his leg out in the slightest way but he just groaned in pain once more. When a few people called out for Scott, like the Coach and his mother, he gave them a half-hearted smile. "It's okay, it's okay. I'm fine."

"I could've sworn I literally heard bone breaking from where I sat," a brunette woman stated, and by the way she was concerned for Scott along with the fact she looked so similar to him, Lynn could only assume that it was his mother.

"Heard it? I felt it."

"Seriously, guys, I'm fine," Scott shrugged off, but then he started to lean more of his weight on Lynn's shoulder for support, so she was assuming he wasn't as fine as he was trying to convince everyone.

"We should go," Allison explained, moving from supporting the arm of Scott over towards her grandfather. And Lynn had a bad feeling rising in the pit of her stomach by the way he was staring at Scott — almost as if he didn't believe that Scott didn't actually break his leg.

"Hold on, I wanna ask him one more thing," the older man stated, and Lynn felt her heartbeat rising within the second. He wouldn't actually ask Scott if he was a werewolf right here in front of everyone, right? "Why don't you come over for dinner? I would like to get to know the boy who dated my granddaughter."

Lynn couldn't help by a breath of relief escape her mouth, but she tried to casually cover it with a simple cough — no one seemed to question it, though. Scott glanced over towards Allison, who had cringed up her face apologetically, and immediately he formed an absolutely fake smile and nodded repeatedly.

"Great! Let's get going," Allison spoke quickly and awkwardly, and Lynn removed her arm from supporting Scott's weight, but he seemed to manage on his own just fine, he had already begun the healing process. Then Allison switched over to Lynn with a bit of panic set in her eyes. "Lynn, would you be able to tell Stiles that Scott and I left?"

Lynn almost furrowed her eyebrows, not surely understanding what Allison was going on about, but as she peeled open her mouth she suddenly realized. When Scott first questioned about a book, Allison said it wasn't in the office, and by the way the brunette girl was secretly pointing towards her grandfather, Lynn quickly understand she meant the principals office.

"Oh, yeah, for sure," Lynn nodded swiftly, sending the older Argent a very polite and sweet smile.

And with that, both of the Argents were quickly followed by Scott, and the rest of the crowd started to disappear off the field back towards the benches. Just as Lynn was preparing herself for the last of the game, there was an announcement that due to the excessive force the opposite players had been using all game — they would be forced to forfeit. Leaving the winning title of the game to Beacon Hills.

Just as Lynn felt a few palms slapping the back of her shoulders and such in congratulations, she felt someone pull on her wrist to a stop. When she glared over her shoulder, she relaxed her tense body when it was merely just Coach. Lynn tugged on the ends of her borrowed lacrosse jersey, figuring that that was what he was going to ask for back, but she was swiftly interrupted.

"Can you join the team!?" He asked with excitement and passion, and Lynn was almost taken off guard by the question. "We need someone who's as fast and slick as you! You're like a freakin' bullet out there."

Lynn let out a nervous chuckle, not quite used to the attention because she always managed to hide in the shadows at any of her old schools. Her mother wouldn't like the idea of her being on a sports team, that was for sure. Lynn asked to be on the cheerleading team at her last school, but that was heavily declined since Katherine said that it would be vulnerable for her to show off her abilities.

But then Lynn let a smile creep onto her face, loving the feeling of the victory of the game flooding her veins and the adrenaline that had been in her system the entire game.

It was amazing.

"You know what? Hell, yeah," Lynn allowed a grin plaster her face, and then Coach let out a humorous cheer of joy, throwing his arms up in the air victoriously.

"Practice starts next monday right after school!" Coach instructed rather quickly, and then as Lynn signaled towards her maroon jersey, he waved off the girl. "Keep it, 17 looks good for you."

Lynn allowed her smile to grow even bigger and she didn't even think that was possible.