Monstrous ➳ Dunbar

[ in which he is the goalie ]

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Sydney and Stiles did not say a word to each other the whole ride to school. She spent the ten minute drive looking out the window, watching the sky slowly turn orange with the first signs of daylight. Despite the early hours, Stiles blasted music through the speakers of his Jeep, singing along to St. Jimmy by Green Day. Once again, for the second time that morning, Sydney's head pounded from her brother's awful singing. Though she did not stop him- she never did. She just stayed silent, doing her best to drown out the the dreadful sounds coming from Stiles's mouth, sinking into her own, absentminded thoughts.

The heat that blasted through the vents of the car produced dapples of sweat on Sydney's forehead, in which she wiped off several times a minute. Being a werewolf caused her body to react to the temperature around her differently than a normal human being would- meaning that she would get hotter, easier. She rarely got cold anymore- which she was thankful for- though she did tend to grow hot several times throughout the day, despite the fifty degree weather outside.

Finally, after what seemed like lifetimes of sitting through intense heat caused by the vents, the radiation coming from the speakers, and her brother thrashing around as he sang, Stiles finally pulled into the parking lot for Beacon Hills High School. Barely any cars were parked in the parking lot, as school did not start for another two hours. Stiles pulled into an empty parking space beside a familiar green and black dirt bike that belonged to Stiles's best friend, Scott McCall. A fellow werewolf, Sydney played a huge role in helping Scott learn how to control his shifts, alongside Derek Hale. Despite being two years younger than him, Scott had told Sydney several times that he looked up to her, as she was a much more mature werewolf than he was. Due to this, Scott saw the girl as a sister, and he was almost as protective over her as Stiles was. She was thankful for the two boys looking out for her, but she had to admit, it did tend to get out of hand at some points in time.

Stiles killed the engine to the Jeep, causing the loud music to cut off suddenly with it. The sudden silence dragged Sydney from her thoughts, and she looked over at her brother as he opened the door. He was dressed in his usual marroon and white lacrosse jersey, the number 24 written in large numbers on the front. He raised an eyebrow and looked at Sydney expectantly, almost as if he were silently telling her to "hurry the crap up before I shove my lacrosse stick down your throat". This was their way of teasing- harsh remarks and threats that had no true meaning behind them. With an exaggerated groan and a roll of her eyes, she hopped out of the Jeep and waited on Stiles to gather his lacrosse equipment before heading towards the lacrosse field.

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Sydney crossed her arms over her chest as she sat on the bleachers, watching the boys warm up for the early morning lacrosse practice. The metal bleachers were cold and wet due to the dew that had gathered on the surface over night, and she ended up throwing her jacket underneath her so that she wouldn't get her pants wet. Malia and Kira sat on either side of her, both of their heads buried in the last minute homework they more than likely forgot to do the night before.

It was not part of her plans as a freshman to spend her mornings watching sweaty boys run around for an hour and a half before school every other morning, but again, she didn't really have a choice. It was either that, or having to ride the bus with twenty seniors and no one to talk to. She would much rather loose an hour of sleep then be hit on by sweaty seniors every day.

Sydney's eyes wandered around the field absentmindedly, not really paying attention to what was going on but not zoning out completely, either. Her eyes landed on the goalie- who was certainly not the usual Danny- who was catching ball after ball, nothing getting past him. She recognized the player who was throwing the balls- another freshman named Garrett, who just so happened to be part of her little "clique".

"Who is that?" Sydney asked, referring to the unknown goalie who was still busy catching the balls that were belted at him. Malia looked up from her homework, following Sydney's gaze blankly, as if she had no idea what she had just asked.

"No idea," she mumbled before focusing back on her homework. Sydney sighed and, with a roll of her eyes, pulled her knees to her chest, resting her chin on top. She was used to her brother and his friends being so distant by now- they did it in order to "protect her"- but it was worse lately, as if they had an even bigger secret they were keeping from her. She guessed that it had to do with their "camping trip", which just so happened to be in Mexico. Sydney found this out when she eavesdropped on Stiles talking to Scott late at night. It was a horrible habit, but with supernatural hearing, it was hard not to do. She decided to keep it to herself that she knew about their little expedition, not mentioning it to Stiles nor his friends. As far as they knew, she still believed they went to a casual little camping ground.

She couldn't help but wonder what exactly they had been doing in Mexico, and she almost asked her brother several times.

Sydney snapped out of her daze when she realized Garrett had run out of balls to pelt towards the boy in the goal. The boy lowered his lacrosse stick slowly, stepped forward and pulled his helmet off, holding it casually between his arm and the side of his body. She leaned forwards to get a better look at the boy, watched as he smirked confidently whilst a few lacrosse players cheered him on. He looked to be younger than Stiles and Scott, almost as if he were a freshman. Though Sydney had never seen the boy before in her life, and she never missed noticing a cute boy that was in her grade. His messy brown hair stuck to his forehead with sweat, his bright blue eyes shining smugly as he stared around him. Sydney pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes at the boy; she couldn't help but feel a bit disgruntled at his cockiness, though she couldn't help but find him insanely attractive.

The rest of practice went by agonizingly slow- which Sydney spent doodling absentmindedly on a crumbled up sheet of paper that Malia loaned her. The girl wasn't the neatest person there was, but Sydney didn't blame her for it, as she spent eight years of her life living in the woods as a coyote. She continued doodling random figures on her paper until which point the sweaty boys gathered their equipment and disappeared into the locker room. Seeing as she, Malia and Kira were the last ones by the field, Sydney quickly gathered her things and hurried into the warm and welcoming building, mentally preparing herself for the seven and a half hours of hell she was about to be put through.