It was a calm day at Beacon Hills High.
Scott and the pack were sitting in the cafeteria, eating lunch and enjoying a moment of peace after the morning classes.
Scott leaned over toward Stiles. "Still nothing from your bats?"
Stiles shook his head. "Nope. Nothing. John hasn't shown up yet."
Lydia looked skeptical. "Are you absolutely sure they're still under your control?"
"Yes." Stiles said confidently. "I can feel it. They're still mine."
Isaac turned to Lydia. "Didn't you get any visions about the vampires? Anything we could use to find them without waiting around for this John guy?"
Lydia frowned. "Nope. Nothing."
Scott sighed. "Then we wait. There's not much else we can do until he shows."
Just then, Coach Finstock's voice boomed through the intercom.
[McCall, Lahey, Stilinski, Boyd, and the other one—Raiden? Aiden? Whatever. My office. Now!]
Scott chuckled. "Well, let's go and see what he wants."
The five of them stood and made their way to Coach's office.
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Inside the office, Coach Finstock was pacing back and forth. His whistle swung from his neck as he turned to glare at them.
"Explain yourselves!" He barked. "You lazy, good-for-nothing meatheads! Why haven't you been showing up for practice?! We've got a game today!"
Scott shrugged. "Lacrosse is boring."
Isaac nodded. "It's a waste of time."
Boyd added. "Yeah… I don't feel like playing anymore."
Aiden leaned on the doorframe with a smirk. "I like punching people. But you never let me do that, Coach."
Stiles raised a hand sheepishly. "I've just been busy."
Coach's eyes bulged. "Busy?! Busy with what, Stilinski?! Giving me migraines?! And how dare you say lacrosse is boring!"
Stiles shrugged. "You don't need us anyway. Didn't you play the last game without us?"
Coach looked like he'd been personally insulted. "I had to play without you five idiots, because you didn't show up! And we lost miserably! It was like watching chimps try to do algebra!"
He turned dramatically to Scott.
"McCall. If you play today, I'll give you an A in economics."
Scott blinked. "But Coach, I already got an A. I can get an A on my own."
Coach narrowed his eyes and smirked evilly. "Then how about I give you a C on your next test… even if you answer every question right. What do you think about that?"
Scott said. "You can't do that. That's against the rules."
Coach laughed like a villain. "But I can… and I will. Unless you play today."
Scott smirked. "Fine. I'll play. But I could make the team lose."
Coach gasped. "You can't do that, you wouldn't dare!"
Scott leaned in, smiling wider. "I can. And I will."
Coach threw his whistle onto his desk. "Damn it! Alright! Level with me, McCall, what do you want?"
Scott thought for a moment. "Let me skip your class on Friday."
Coach said. "Fine."
Stiles immediately chimed in. "Coach, if you let me skip class too..."
"NO!" Coach shouted. "You're not skipping anything, Stilinski! And if you don't play today, I will call your dad, have a lovely parent-teacher meeting, and tell him everything you've been up to, every prank, every sarcastic remark, every fire alarm you accidentally set off."
He turned to the others.
"And you three." He pointed at Boyd, Isaac, and Aiden. "You're dumb. I'm not saying that to insult you. I'm just acknowledging facts. I will help you on your next test because God knows you need it."
Isaac scowled. "I'm not dumb. I just don't like economics."
Coach scoffed. "The test wasn't that hard! We could've brought in a random Indian shop owner and he would've scored better!"
Boyd raised an eyebrow. "Coach… that's racist."
Coach waved it off. "Spare me the nonsense, Boyd. You were doing fine until that Hale girl joined class. Now all you do is stare at her with your mouth hanging open like a golden retriever at a steakhouse. If you like her, stop drooling and go talk to her!"
Boyd calmly said. "She's already my girlfriend."
Coach froze. "What?"
Boyd smirked. "Yup."
Coach pointed at him like he'd just uncovered a crime. "Then why do you look like a lovesick Muppet in class?"
Boyd smiled. "It's called love, Coach."
Coach rubbed his temples. "No, Boyd. That's called stupidity. Because if you keep daydreaming like that, you'll fail the year, she'll become your senior, and she'll dump your stupid ass for someone who can tell the difference between supply and demand!"
Scott and the rest of the guys burst out laughing.
Scott wiped a tear from his eye. "Coach, seriously… why do you care so much about today's game?"
Coach grumbled. "Because I hate their coach. I hate his face, I hate his voice, I hate his smug little clipboard. I want you morons to win so I can rub it in his oversized forehead."
Boyd smirked. "He didn't steal your girlfriend back in high school or something, did he?"
Coach muttered. "No… nothing like that… I just hate his guts."
Stiles gave a dramatic sigh. "Fine. We'll help you win your petty grudge match, Coach."
Coach smiled wide. "That's what I like to hear. Alright, idiots, I'll see you after school at the field. Don't be late!"
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After school, Scott, Boyd, Isaac, Aiden, and Stiles changed into their gear and headed to the field with the rest of the team. Coach Finstock was already waiting for them, whistle in hand and fury in his eyes.
He blew the whistle and barked at them.
"Alright, listen up, you pathetic losers! Today, we face our greatest enemy yet, a team full of spoiled rich kids. They don't deserve to win. We do. Why? Because we're meaner. We're dumber. And we've got absolutely nothing to lose!"
He pointed aggressively at Greenberg.
"And if you drop the ball today, Greenberg, I swear I'll have you mopping the locker room with a toothbrush!"
Greenberg opened his mouth to speak.
"Don't even speak, Greenberg! I already want to beat you with a stick just for breathing too loudly!"
The team burst out laughing as Coach stormed off to the sidelines.
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Once the game started, Scott, Stiles, Boyd, Aiden, and Isaac dominated. Goal after goal, they led the team like it was a walk in the park.
On the opposing side, the other coach was losing his mind, yelling at his players and eventually throwing his clipboard in frustration.
From the bleachers, Allison, Lydia, Malia, Cora, Erica, and Kira cheered with wild energy.
"Let's go, Scott!" Allison shouted.
Malia cupped her hands around her mouth and yelled. "Stiles, break their legs!"
Coach Finstock was cackling like a madman on the sidelines. "Take that, you entitled prick! You call that defense?! My grandma moves faster, and she's dead!"
With every goal Beacon Hills scored, Coach's insults got more vulgar and creative. Eventually, the opposing coach had enough and stormed off the field.
Lydia raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Coach… did you just make the other coach cry?"
Coach grinned. "Really? Damn. I should've filmed that."
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After the game, the pack gathered at the ranch and lounged in the living room.
Scott chuckled. "I don't know what beef Coach had with the other team's coach, but he was brutal. I even heard him insult the guy's wife at one point."
Stiles grinned. "That game was fun."
Boyd leaned back. "I just hope Coach keeps his word about helping us with that test. I hate studying."
Lydia rolled her eyes. "You guys do realize we can communicate telepathically, right? I could help you during the test… for a price."
Isaac groaned. "Yeah, we know. You just charge too much."
Aiden popped open a soda. "Shouldn't you help the pack for free? Y'know, loyalty and all that?"
Lydia scoffed. "You guys are cheap. Didn't Scott give all of you a million each?"
Isaac pointed at her. "Didn't you get a million too? So why are you still trying to take our money?"
Lydia smirked. "I'm a girl. I need to shop for new clothes and makeup, and that stuff is expensive. You guys barely spend any money, you even eat here for free!"
Just then, Victoria and Chris walked into the living room. After exchanging greetings, Chris looked at Stiles.
"Anything new on the vampires?"
Stiles sighed. "Nope. Still nothing."
Victoria added. "We searched around town today, but we didn't find anything."
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Meanwhile, at Victor's Manor
Victor sat in a grand chair beside the fireplace, sipping bourbon. Around him stood seven vampires: Adrien Harris, William Borrow, John, Karen, Olivia, Sam, and Frank.
He glanced at them and spoke in a cold, measured voice.
"How many vampires have you turned so far?"
Harris responded. "About fifty, sir."
Victor nodded. "Have you found the Hales yet?"
Sam answered. "We found where Derek lives, but we couldn't locate Peter."
Victor took a sip from his drink and asked. "Did you find out how many wolves are in the McCall pack?"
Sam replied. "The only ones we know for sure are Scott, Allison, and Victoria, and probably Scott's mother. As for his friends, we don't know how many of them are actually in his pack. You told us not to get too close."
Victor waved dismissively. "Forget about the McCall pack for now. Frank, I want you to take ten lesser vampires and capture Derek. Bring him to me alive. He may be an Alpha, but he won't be able to handle all of you at once."
Frank asked. "Alive, sir?"
Victor nodded. "Yes. I don't care if you lose a few of those weaklings, just bring Derek alive. And don't drink his blood, it's poisonous to you."
Olivia asked. "Do you want to turn him into a vampire, sir?"
Victor scoffed. "Of course not. I can't turn a werewolf into a vampire. I just want to drink his blood. It's not poisonous to me. If I drink his blood, I won't need to feed on weak humans for another week to regain my full strength, it'll help me regain my full strength tonight."
Frank stood up and smirked. "Consider it done, sir."
With that, he turned and left to gather the ten lesser vampires for the mission.
To be continued... 😊