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Olive reached over to turn off her alarm clock, smiling to herself as she sat up in her bed. She changed her clothes, and began getting ready for school, making sure she looked perfect. Today was going to be a good day. She put on her favorite pair of jeans, fluffed her hair once more, and slid on her shoes as she exited her room. She slung her bag over her shoulder, humming Taylor Swift's "Shake it Off" as she looked in the fridge for something to eat.
"Why are you so peppy this morning?" Derek asked, sitting up on the couch as he watched her.
"Because I'm forcing myself to have a good day," She said as if it were obvious. He chuckled, shaking his head as he returned to his book. "What? You said it yourself I need to get back to normal, lacrosse tryouts are today and that is as normal as it can get for me. I'm ready to get back out on the field."
"You don't even play," He rose an eyebrow, not bothering to look away from the pages.
"Yes, but I coach players, and I coach them well. I'm gonna rip into those little bastards until they're Beacon Hills Cyclone material," She looked on, narrowing her eyes and nodding.
"You are a force to be reckoned with," He said sarcastically and Olive rolled her eyes.
"Joke all you want, you're the one who agreed to let me live here," She held her hands up in defense, grabbing an apple from the fridge and passing him on her way to the door. "Oh, can I get some money for lunch? Oh wait, you're 162 mil, my bad."
"Are you gonna rub that in my face every chance you get?" He looks up at her this time, and she smiles, shaking her head.
"Every other. I'll just eat Stiles' lunch," She nods, pulling the door open as Derek laughs.
"That's my girl," He calls after her and she laughs as she descends the stairs and makes her way to her car.
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Olive walked through the halls of the school, she made sure to arrive early so she could watch all the potential players practice before tryouts. She got everything she needed from her locker, looking at the picture of her and Isaac she'd taped there last year. He wasn't smiling, but that wasn't new. Isaac never smiled for pictures. In fact, he always looked sort of uncomfortable. She was smiling though, ear to ear. She sighed as she grabbed the whistle hanging on her door and made her way to Coach's office, determined to not let anything get her down today.
"Brown! Thank God and all his friends, how are you doing?" Coach said as she entered. She shook her head, sitting in the seat before him, and laughed.
"I'm eager to be back," She nods, grabbing a pen out of her bag.
"I am eager to have you back. I saw the list of names for tryouts today, guess whose name was first?" He rose an eyebrow and Olive tilted her head. "Greenburg."
"Oh lord," She said under her breath, scooting closer to his desk to look at the plays.
"I'm thinking basic drills for practice, shooting some goals, defense plays, etc. I actually think we might run the one you wrote last season," He pointed it out to her and she smiled.
"That good?"
"Better than anything I could write, that's for sure. I gotta be careful, Brown, or you're gonna end up taking my job," He nodded as she shook her head, looking over the play.
"Wouldn't dream of it."
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As Olive monitored the players on the field, she looked nervously around for Scott and Stiles. They didn't technically have to be there, they were just practicing for tryouts, but if those two were going to make the team they definitely shouldn't be confident in their abilities alone. Well, Stiles shouldn't. She saw them coming through the bleachers and darted toward them.
"What are we even doing here anyway?" Stiles says to Scott as Olive approaches them and she grabs both their collars, dragging them toward the field.
"You're trying out for lacrosse today, remember? That sport you play? Coach is wiping the team and starting fresh so you guys have better brought your A-game," She turns to both of them before Stiles removes her hand from his collar.
"Olly, we have like 162 million problems, and worrying about our status on the lacrosse team isn't one of them," Stiles turns to her, and Olive smirks, nodding toward the field.
"Are you sure about that?" She points to the players running drills. One, in particular, stands out, a freshman who Olive understood to be Liam Dunbar. He was phenomenal. The three of them watched as he blocked every shot from the goal, not missing a single one.
"Who the hell is that?" Stiles turns to her and she smiles, placing her hands on her hips.
"That my friends, is your match. Wanna go meet him?" She raises an eyebrow and Stiles just rolls his eyes. Scott looks at Liam nervously and follows Olive onto the field. She picks up her clipboard, looking at the drills they were going to run later as Scott and Stiles shot some balls around near her.
"Don't wear yourself out Stilinski!" Olive yells, smirking at him, and Stiles shoves her off, continuing to practice with Scott.
The bell was set to ring in 10 minutes, and the players had retired to the locker room to change for their classes for the day. Olive sat at Coach's desk, flipping through the playbook until she heard a thud on the door. She looked up to see Stiles banging on it relentlessly, and she huffed, opening it.
"Come on," He said, no context given.
"Pardon?" Olive rose an eyebrow as she leaned on the doorway and Stiles scoffed.
"We're gonna interrogate the little twerp, he's gotta be something," Stiles narrowed his eyes, shaking his head as he looked back at Liam, who was changing into his school clothes.
"Stiles, hey Stiles," She snapped her fingers in front of his face, causing him to flinch and look at her. "Did it ever occur to you to step back from your loathe-filled vendetta and think that he might just be good at the game?"
"No, nobodies that good," Stiles shakes his head and Olive raises an eyebrow. "Don't say Scott, because Scott's a werewolf and that would prove my point."
"I wasn't gonna say anything, actually," She folded her arms over her chest and peered behind Stiles to find Scott leaning against the lockers. He waved at her, pressing his lips into a line and she shook her head, turning back to Stiles. "This is gonna end terribly."
She followed the boys over to where Liam was standing. He looked at her like she wasn't supposed to be there, and for the record, she technically wasn't.
"Oh, I'm fine," She nodded, showing her badge with a small smile and he shook his head, rummaging through his backpack.
"Okay, Liam, do you wanna explain what that was out there?" Stiles looked at him skeptically, and Liam furrowed his eyebrows.
"What do you mean?"
"That little display, your little circus act," Stiles said, going full bad cop on the poor kid.
"Oh god," Olive said under her breath, sighing as she takes a seat on the bench.
"What circus act?" Liam shakes his head, still not understanding, and Stiles scoffs.
"You caught every shot."
"I was on goal," Liam said as if it were obvious and, to be fair, it was.
"Yeah, but nothing, not a single shot got past you," Stiles says accusingly and Liam tilts his head.
"Because I was on goal," He shook his head, turning between Scott and Stiles. "Have you guys ever played this game before?"
"Not well," Olive retorts, causing Liam to laugh lightly. Stiles glares at her, and Olive gestures for him to continue this train wreck of an interrogation.
"You're a freshman, right?" Scott interjects, causing Liam to nod his head.
"But you weren't here last semester," Stiles raises an eyebrow, and Liam shrugs.
"I transferred from Devenford Prep," He explains, and Scott furrows his eyebrows. He was listening to his heartbeat.
"You transferred?" Scott asks, and Liam nods again.
"Yeah."
"No you got kicked out, didn't you?" Scott asks him, which causes Liam to scoff.
"Look, kicked out or transferred, what do you guys care? I came here to play lacrosse. The team could use a few good players, right?" He says this to Olive who raises an eyebrow, nodding slightly.
"No!" Stiles half-answers Liam and half-forbeys Olive from responding.
"But we could! We lost Jackson and Isaac, that's two from first line! I'm pulling my hair out over here!" She exclaims, pinching the bridge of her nose, which causes Stiles to groan.
"Remind me never to take you on interrogations again," Stiles says lowly which causes Olive to shake her head.
"Didn't wanna be here in the first place," She replies, which causes Liam to chuckle.
"Alright, how'd you get this good? Have you always been this good or did it just suddenly happen just once overnight?" Stiles starts, causing Olive and Scott to share a wide-eyed glance. "Have you ever been out in the middle of the woods during the night of a full-"
"Stiles!" Olive and Scott both yell in unison, causing Stiles to shut up and Liam to look a little scared.
"Sorry, he's just really weird," Olive explains, glaring at Stiles in the process.
"Yeah, I've noticed," Liam raises an eyebrow before turning to Stiles. "Look, I learned from my stepfather, alright? He made team captain when he was a sophomore, like you," Liam smiles slightly at Scott. "And yeah, I guess I'm just that good," He says to Stiles, who looks like he's about to wring his neck. Olive sighs, standing up.
"Okay, enough of this," She shakes her head, grabbing Stiles' shirt sleeve. "Liam, I'm sorry these bozos shook you down, but I hope to see you at tryouts! Have a good day!"
"He wasn't lying that time," Scott says while simultaneously being drug out of the locker room by Olive. Stiles glares over at him as they enter the hallway, proceeding on with the school day.
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Olive sat through English class, listening to the new teacher drone on about To Kill a Mockingbird. She didn't care if this guy was extremely monotoned...or ancient. She was just happy he wasn't performing ritual sacrifices in his free time. He watched birds.
The bell rang and Olive gathered her stuff, exiting the classroom just to be grabbed by Stiles.
"Oh my god, why?" She jumped, walking with him, Scott, and Kira to their next class.
"We've got a case!" Stiles says, almost too excitedly.
"What?"
"A new case, from the station, it's an axe murderer," He explains with a smile on his face.
"An axe murderer?" Kira repeats and Stiles nods.
"A family-murdering axe murderer."
"Why do you seem so happy about this?" Olive tilted her head as they stopped at Scott's locker.
"It's been like a week since we Nancy Drew'd a case," Stiles shrugged and Olive rolled her eyes, leaning against the lockers.
"I already knew about it," Scott says, opening his locker door.
"What?"
"Yeah, my mom called me, she knew we'd hear about it on the news," Scott said rummaging through his locker for his econ book.
"Perfect, let's go," Stiles turns to leave, but Scott stops him.
"Woah, Woah, we've got econ in five minutes," Scott explains, and Stiles almost fell over with how much he huffed.
"Did you forget the part about the family murdering axe murderer?" Stiles tilted his head, turning to Olive for backup, but she shook her head.
"I'm with Scott on this one, I'm trying to have a good day. Plus we've got lacrosse tryouts," She gives him a small smile, shrugging and Stiles rolls his eyes.
"Did you forget your dad's the sheriff? They want us to stay out of it," Scott sighs and Stiles shakes his head, looking between the three of them.
"Are you guys serious? There's a family-murdering axe murderer and we're not going to do anything about it?"
"Maybe we should just let the adults handle it?" Kira raises her eyebrows and Stiles drops his jaw slightly.
"Maybe we should just- no!" He mocks her and Olive rolls her eyes. "So the three of you, you just want to stay here, school, go to class?" He looked at the three of them, who all seemed to agree on staying and he rolls his eyes. "Never heard anything so irresponsible in my life."
"You better be at tryouts!" Olive shouts after him and he flicks his wrists at her as he headed to his next class. She rolls her eyes, walking off, but not before seeing Scott peck Kira on the lips. Her hand flew to her mouth as Scott walked past her into econ, leaving Kira standing in his wake, her jaw practically on the floor. She turned and entered the classroom, taking her seat in front of Scott, and looked back at him with wide eyes. He gave her a confused look before he seemingly realized what he did and his eyes went wide.
"Oh god."
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The bell rang, dismissing the two of them from their last class of the day and Olive practically jumped out of her seat, heading for her locker to get all the stuff she needed for tryouts. Scott followed her, looking pale in the face as they entered the locker room.
"Why does he look like he's about to throw up?" Stiles asked as they approached him and Olive smiled.
"He kissed Kira."
"Yeah, but it was our first kiss, it was our actual first kiss," He said, getting his gear from his locker.
"That's good, you kissed her," Stiles smiled at him but Olive snickered, shaking her head.
"I did, but I didn't," Scott sighed as he grabbed everything he needed from his locker and closed it.
"Was it on the lips?"
"Yeah."
"Was there tongue?"
"No."
"It lasted maybe two seconds," Olive nodded and Scott groaned, banging his head lightly on his locker. "It was like how you kiss your grandmother when you're five."
"Oh, chaste," Stiles nods, and Olive points at him like he'd just taken the words out of her mouth. "He gave her a chaste kiss"
"Yes, and now it's- it's all weird, it's all completely weird, and I- I don't know what to do," Scott stammered, freaking out in front of them and Olive stood up, wide-eyed.
"You play lacrosse, please oh my god play lacrosse, and play it well, please?" She practically begged and Scott looked at her like he forgot there were tryouts.
"I can't play lacrosse," He says, dropping the gear from his hands and Stiles shook his head.
"Yes, yes you can or you're gonna make Olly cry," He puts his hands on Scott's shoulders, and Olive nods. "Do you wanna make Olly cry?"
"What? No, I-"
"Good, then go out there and play the damn game, let's go!" Stiles turns Scott around and slaps him on his back, causing him to lurch forward in the direction of the field. Olive sighs nervously as she picks up his gear from the ground and follows the boys out the door. This is gonna be a disaster.
The boys gathered around Coach as he blew his whistle, signaling for them to circle up.
"Listen up! As a reminder, it's an open tryout today. All positions open," Coach yelled to the motley crew in front of him and Olive nodded, looking around nervously at the scrawny kids standing before her. "This is a rebuilding season people! Jackson's gone, Lahey's gone, Greenburg, the one guy I actually wanted gone, got held back... again. Get your asses out there, let's play!"
Scott furrowed his eyebrows as he ran up to Coach, who was talking to Olive about what to do first. He chuckled nervously as he approached them.
"Hey, Coach, I just wanted to make sure that I-"
"You're on the team, Mccall," Coach nodded, flipping through the plays on his clipboard and Scott turned to Olive, who urged him to go on.
"Yeah, but am I...all the things I was on the team before?" He asked, causing Coach to look up at him, raising an eyebrow.
"All positions are open," He whispered, turning back to Olive and continuing their conversation. She looked at him sympathetically before turning back to Coach. Scott turned to join the rest of the team by the goals, seemingly more nervous than he was before.
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Olive stood next to Coach as the boys ran laps around the field to warm up. As they crossed the last lap, pretty much everyone was worn out.
"Terrible, horrible, horrifying, pathetic, extremely pathetic," Coach said as each kid passed him. He turned to Olive, looking down at the clipboard she was holding. "Is that everyone?"
Stiles crossed the finish line last, panting as he collapsed at their feet. Olive frowned at him, blinking a few times before looking up at Coach.
"That's everyone," She sighed as she moved to help Scott pick Stiles up from the ground.
"Who came in first?" Stiles wheezed, and Olive pointed over to Liam, who was doing push-ups while the rest of the team sat around him stretching. "Is he even human? What is he, like a were-cheetah? Does that exist? Is that even a thing?"
"I think he's just that good," Olive shrugs as Stiles pants in Scott's arms.
"I'm gonna puke, take me somewhere," He looks up at Scott who nods.
"Okay," Scott says under his breath, turning to lead Stiles away from the field.
Olive laughed lightly as she patted Stiles on the back, joining Coach again on the sidelines as they prepared to run the drills.
"Okay, just shoot it in the goal, get past the goalie, simple right? Let's see if you morons can do it," Olive says, slinging a ball over to Stiles, who catches it, leading the line of his potential teammates. He moves to shoot, tossing the ball right into the goalie's stick. Olive lets out an exasperated sigh as she shakes her head, looking down at her clipboard.
Liam steps up, picking up a ball, and aiming it at the goal. He shoots it and it flies straight past the goalie and into the net.
"Yes!" Olive exclaims, giving Coach a high five as he moves to write something down on his clipboard. She looks over at Stiles, who is glaring at her and she shrugs, giving Liam a double thumbs-up as he goes to the end of the line.
Scott steps up next, grabbing the ball and tossing it right at the net, but it hits the side. Olive tilts her head, furrowing her eyebrows as she watches it fall to the ground.
"You'll get 'em next time, Scotty!" She yells optimistically before turning to Coach. "Did he get worse?"
As tryouts continue, Liam proceeds to make every shot while Scott and Stiles proceed to miss every single shot they take. Olive pinches the bridge of her nose as she shakes her head, unable to watch this anymore. Coach calls for a break, also unable to watch practically everyone but Liam fails miserably, and Olive bee-lines for Scott and Stiles.
"What is wrong with you two? I feel physical pain watching you both. Do you really think you're gonna make captain playing like that?" Olive turns to Scott who nods.
"I know, I know, I don't know what's wrong with me," Scott sighs, grimacing at his offense.
"Well get your head in the game, Troy," Olive shakes her head at him, and Scott furrows his eyebrows at her.
"Dude you are seriously off your game," Stiles turns to Scott, who glares at him.
"I didn't see you make any shots."
"That's because he's terrible," Olive nods, and Stiles scoffs.
"I can defend myself, thank you," Stiles rolls his eyes at her, and Olive's face lights up.
"I have an idea," She says, turning to run off to Coach.
"Coach put Scott and Stiles on defense," She looks back at the two boys who are clearly listening to her conversation.
"What?"
"Scott's having an off day, I wrote that play for them, they know it. Maybe they just need training wheels," She raises her eyebrows and Coach looks over at them before sighing.
"Alright, fine," He grumbles. "Mccall, Stilinski! Grab the long sticks, you're covering goal for two-on-ones, let's go! Hustle!" Coach blows the whistle and Olive nods to Scott and Stiles as they grab the sticks, posting up at the goal.
Olive clasps her hands in front of her mouth, leaning her face on them as Garrett grabs the ball, running for Scott and Stiles. He pivots, trying to get past them but Scott knocks the stick out of his hands. Olive lets out a breath she didn't know she'd been holding in and whoops, raising her hands in the air.
"Thatta boy!" Coach yells, clapping his hands. He smiles at Scott and then turns to Olive. "Those two are like sons to me."
"I know, I know," She nods, marking off something on her clipboard and looking up at the field as another player takes the ball. He runs at them, but Scott and Stiles knock him down. Olive cheers for them as they stand up, knocking their heads together, which causes Stiles to stumble backward. Olive laughs lightly as she keeps score on the clipboard.
Player after player had been defeated by Scott and Stiles when trying to score a goal. Now it was down to Liam. Olive watched nervously as Liam picked up the ball, preparing to run at the two of them. He surpasses both Scott and Stiles, making his way to the goal and scoring one. Olive grimaces, adding a tally to the offense section on her paper and looking sympathetically at the boys.
"That was luck!" Malia yells from behind them, gaining both Olive and Coach's attention. Olive shook her head vigorously at Malia, who just ignored her. "Do over!"
"Sweetheart, this is practice, there's no do-overs," Coach shook his head, and Malia raised an eyebrow.
"Ten bucks on Scott and Stiles," She says, causing Coach to turn back to her.
"I'll take that action," He points at her, and Malia nods, sitting back down. "Get back in there Liam!"
"Coach, I don't know if this is a good idea," Olive turns to him, but Coach presses a finger to his lips.
"That's a cravings box, shut up," He says before turning back to the field as Liam steps up to go again.
They stare each other down for a minute before Liam picks up the ball, successfully getting past Stiles, but Scott tackles him, sending him straight over his head and down onto the field. Olive could hear his bones crack from her seat. Her hand flies to her mouth as she and Coach both set their stuff down and rush onto the field.
"Oh my god," She says, leaning down to stop Liam from getting up. "Don't move."
"No, it's okay. I'm okay," Liam nods as Scott and Stiles move to help him up, but he groans in pain.
"You're not okay," Olive says to him before glaring at Scott.
"I think it's my leg," Liam sighs, looking at Olive. Her face softens as she turns to Coach.
"I think we better get him to the nurse," Stiles nods, and Coach points in the direction of the school.
"You guys just take a lap, just- start running around the field!" Coach yells at the rest of the team and they start running away from him and around the field.
"I'm gonna go make sure they get there safely," Olive says, visibly angry.
"If you kill one of them I'll help you bury the body," Coach says lowly to her and she nods.
"Might take you up on that," She raises an eyebrow, running to catch up with Scott and Stiles.
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