TEEN WOLF IMAGINES

THE HELS, l. dunbar

"They have a girl on their team?" Liam exclaimed in shock. The Beacon Hills High School Lacrosse Team was getting ready to play against the Hels, an undefeated high school lacrosse team.

Brenna smirked to herself as she stretched, knowing that her team was about to win. Clearly the boy had never heard of her or her team.

"Liam, they're the Hels. Have you never heard of them?" Stiles asked, widening his eyes and waving his arms around. Liam shook his head slowly, making Stiles sigh in exasperation. Brenna grinned, shaking her head. "The girl is their team captain. Her name is Brenna. It means sword. They even changed their team name once she joined the team. Hel is the goddess of death in Norse mythology. Brenna is also an old Norse name, so now they're the Hels!" Stiles exclaimed. Liam seemed to get paler and paler as he explained, making Brenna laugh slightly.

She tuned out their conversation, getting ready to give the team speech. "ALRIGHT! GATHER 'ROUND!" Brenna yelled. Her teammates came towards her, forming a circle. She had a wicked smirk on her face, one that she usually got before every game.

"WE'RE GONNA GO OUT THERE AND WIN TONIGHT!" Brenna yelled. Everyone around her screamed in excitement.

"WHO ARE WE?

"THE HELS!"

"AND WHAT DO WE DO?"

"KILL!"

Brenna cheered along with the rest of the team as they jogged to their positions, getting ready to play. Liam gulped as he made his way onto the field. "That was unsettling," he mumbled. Scott nodded from next to him, pulling on his helmet.

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"They really did kill us," Liam said, plopping down onto the bench. Scott let out a breath, sitting down next to him. "Understatement of the year," he mumbled. Stiles sat down in between the two, grinning.

"That was expected!" Stiles said cheerily. Liam and Scott both glared at him, making him hold his arms up in surrender. "You guys should do more research about who you're playing. Coach has talked about them before, and you guys decided not to listen," he said before skipping away.

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As Liam pulled on a shirt a couple of minutes later, Brenna was passing by. "Wait!" Liam called. Brenna turned around, her eyebrows raised. "Um, I'm Liam. You guys were really great tonight," he said awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck.

Brenna smiled slyly. "Thanks, Liam. I'm Brenna," she responded. The boy nodded. "Um, could I get your number?" he asked.

Brenna chuckled, shaking her head. She turned around, starting to walk away. Liam hung his head sadly.

"415-883-9927," Brenna called over her shoulder. Liam snapped his head up, a grin covering his face. He quickly grabbed his phone, typing the number into it.

"Thank you!" he yelled after her. Brenna kept walking as she looked back at him, a smile on her face.

Cute, she thought to herself.