True Survival || Teen Wolf

Eight

"Yes, sir," Stiles said sitting back down and I could only laugh at his joy,

"Stiles," I heard Scott say to him,

"It's Biles. Call me Biles, or I swear to God I'll kill you," Stiles muttered to him, and I shook my head at the duo,

"Another thing. From here on out, immediately, we're switching to co-captains. Congratulations, McCall," Coach Finstock said to them, and I saw the wave of confusion move over everyone especially Scott,

"What?" Jackson snapped, I chuckled lowly, as I hung my head in amusement, "you find something funny Leo?"

"Yes, your displeasure brings me joy," I said with condescending smirk, Jackson stared daggers at me but I could only smile back at him,

"What do you mean, what? Jackson, this takes nothing away from you. This is about combining separate strengths into one unit. This is about taking your unit, McCall's unit, we're making one big unit. McCall, it's you and Jackson now. Everybody else, Asses on the field! Asses on the field!" Coach as to him before announcing to the rest of the team, "Leo step into my office please,"

I walked pass them towards the office, once I was inside the Coach closed the door before giving me crazy smile.

"I don't trust that smile," I said to him,

"Good, drop your back in the chair," he said and I followed his instructions, "now hold these,"

He handed me a clipboard with some papers on it, a whistle and a track suit jacket. I looked at the items with confusion then up to him, only to see the worlds largest smirk on his face.

"Something tells me I'm not gonna like this," I muttered lowly, he slapped my shoulders firmly before giving me and honest smile,

"Congratulations Prince, your now the assist manager of the lacrosse team," he said before turning and walking out of the door,

I stood there stunned, like a deer in headlights as his words sunk in. I gasped as I ran after him, only to meet him as he strutted out onto the field.

"Coach you can't be serious," I said to him as he started to check his phone, not even looking at me,

"I am," he said, and I could see the smirk on his face,

"You can't do this," I said shrugging my shoulders and shaking my head,

"I can," he said as he walked around me, and I was taken back my his words,

"I'm only sixteen," I said as I followed him,

"I know," he said as he watched the players set up the goals and grabbed their gear, I paused as something about this felt slightly familiar,

"Does my aunt know about this?" I asked him with narrowed eyes, but I already knew the answer,

"She does," he said as he held up his phone showing me the texts between him and my aunt, and I didn't know if the fact that they were talking personally or that he was calling her by her first name, was creepier but sure enough I was creeped out, "Okay ladies, let's get in formation,"

He shouted out and the players started to line up, I looked at with disbelief, but one thing I knew about the coach is when he sent something he usually means it.

"Let's go, next! Perfect," Coach shouted out, I stood and watched as Scott took the starting position and the other players suddenly got really defensive,

"Let's go!" Coach shouted as he blew the whistle, Scott ran down the field only to get knocked down, by the other players very hard, making me wince at the sight, "Guess some people don't appreciate your new status there, McCall,"