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"MOM, YOU REALLY DIDN'T HAVE to come."
Lynn flashed a sympathetic expression towards her mother while the two walked through the bleachers. Katherine gripped ahold of her shoulders, and softly shook the girl, making a wide smirk take over Lynn's face.
"Honey, I know at first I was a little bit—" Katherine paused to find the right words, and then she gave Lynn a little squeeze on her cheek. "—Weary, of you being on the team, but I've seen how happy it makes you. So, I'm here to support you."
"Thanks, mom," Lynn grinned, she couldn't help but let an overwhelming happy feeling take over her.
"Lynn! You ready?" Stiles asked, appearing from behind Lynn, and she glanced over towards the boy with a prideful smirk. Beside him, was Scott, who didn't look too happy now that he was told he would be benched for the game due to Gerald.
"Hell yeah," Lynn sneered, scrunching up her nose in the boys direction. Then she heard her mother clear her throat behind her, so she sheepishly scratched the back of her neck. "Right. Uh, Scott, Stiles, this is my mom. Mom, Scott and Stiles."
"Nice to meet you both," Katherine smiled, politely reaching her hand out for the two boys, who both took it gently. "I've heard a lot about you."
"Jeez, Lynn, I hope you only said good things," Stiles joked, and Lynn only rolled her eyes dramatically.
"You boys seem good for her," Katherine concluded, and Lynn widely groaned towards her mother as a blush stretched across her cheeks.
Lynn covered her face with her hands in embarrassment, throwing her head back as another groan escaped her lungs.
"Thank you, Mrs. Kennedy," Scott smiled nicely.
"Please, call me Katherine," she corrected, and then her eyes flickered over to the scoreboard counting down the seconds until the game started. "Looks like you three should get over to the field."
Lynn nodded while giving her mother one last sideways hug, and then the three teenagers took off towards the lacrosse field. Where Stiles — who had been told would be taking Greenberg's position this game, and Lynn went straight onto the field, and Scott stayed behind to take a reluctant seat on the bench.
Not into half an hour into the lacrosse game, Lynn didn't think it was physically possible to suck this bad.
They only had only scored three times, and two of those times had been Lynn, where Jackson had managed to score at least one — without killing anyone, thank God.
