"Is there a reason you're taking me to lacrosse practice? I have a test tomorrow." I asked my brother Scott and his best friend Stiles. Today was the day of open tryouts and the two of them obviously had to be there, Scott being captain and all. Being Scott McCall's little sister had it's perks. I made some more friends than I had before, but now I was being forced to suffer through an hour of Coach Finstock screaming about how pathetic all the newbies were.

"Unless you have another way of getting home besides one of us two, you have to wait for us. Don't worry, as long as Finstock doesn't see you he won't make you he-" Before Scott could finish we heard the expected shouting coming from Coach Finstock.

"Mini McCall, get down here. I need your genius for a second." I groaned and walked back down the bleachers, bringing my bag with me. Once I passed the bench I dropped the bag and walked over to Finstock. I gave him a 'what do you want' look. "We have a new guy, just transferred. He hasn't played with our guys before today. He needs a warm up before we actually start. Any recommendation from that big brain of yours?"

"Put him over by goal with Garrett and maybe someone else. Warm him up with those guys for a little bit, see how strong he is. Test how good he'll be at short and longer distance that way. After you should put him on goal. Stilinski is pretty good, but this guy could be better." He nodded before loudly blowing his whistle and calling the guys over.

"Mini McCall here is gonna run the start of practice. She has a whistle and plenty of air in her lungs and she's not afraid to use either on you nimrods. Listen up and actually pay attention this year Greenburg." Most of the guys started laughing except for the few who had no idea how much of a dumbass Greenburg was.

I motioned for the guys to spread out a little. "First things first, I heard there was a transfer. Step forward please." When no one moved I took a new approach. "Okay then, will everyone who isn't the new transfer student take a step back so I can figure out who this guy is?" They all thankfully listened except for Greenburg who was trying to be funny. "Okay. I need you to go over to the goal with Garrett and a guy besides Greenburg and practice amongst yourselves. After that you're on goal for the start of practice before Stilinski and McCall take over. For you, Greenburg, go take ten full laps around the track and if you aren't sweating keep going." By then he was full on sprinting to the track. Garrett grabbed the new guy and some random sophomore and took off. "As for the rest of you, break off into pairs. Strentch, practice with each other. We're gonna start in about ten minutes."

I walked over to the goal where Garrett was working with the new guy. "Hey Sarah, how's it going?" Garrett asked me. I laughed a little before grabbing a lacrosse stick and walking over to them.

"Shouldn't I be asking you that Garrett? You're the one working with- okay what's your name? I'm kind of sick of saying the new guy."

"This is Liam Dunbar and he just transferred from Devenport prep. He's in your grade actually." Then he turned to him. "Liam, this is Sarah McCall, she's Scott McCall's little sister. No bark, but all bite. One of the best people to be friends with if you want to go to a party. She's close friends with one of the most popular girls in school, but she's my best friend."

"Correction. THE most popular girl in school. I would lie and say it's me, but no one who is around a bunch of sweaty boys this often can be popular." Garrett laughed and grabbed the lacrosse stick from my hand.

"Well that's good to know, I'll see you a lot more often since you seem to run this team. And that Greenburg guy." I nodded and made my way towards my brother and Stiles. They were of course talking about lacrosse, as usual.

"Scott, we have about 117 problems right now and making the lacrosse team isn't one of them right now." Stiles was whisper shouting.

"It is now." Stiles gave him a look and he gestured towards the goal where I had just left Liam and Garrett. I turned around to see Liam in the goal I assumed practicing before he had to manage it for the whole team and not just Garrett. He was catching every single ball that was thrown at him. I was impressed. He looked at me for an answer as to how he was doing. I gave him a thumbs up and turned back to the guys.

"He's doing his job, something the two of you aren't. This is lacrosse and he's on goal. He's supposed to catch the balls. You guys are acting like you haven't played this game before. Get on that before I tell Finstock not to put either of you on first line. The two seniors on the bench all season, don't let that happen. I walked back over to Finstock and had him give me a boost onto the bench. I blew the whistle getting everyone's attention. "You have five minutes. Locker room, get changed, be back. Except for Greenburg. Keep running!"

All the guys went their own ways and I laid down on the bench. I should seriously consider wearing a tank top with shorts and tanning during these practices. 5 hours a week and I should have a great color by summertime. I was so comfortable I didn't even realize there was someone shouting my name. "Sarah!" I turned and saw my brother.

"What do you want Scotty?" I groaned.

"I want you to keep your distance from that Liam guy. There's just something off about him, be careful."

"I get the whole protective big brother act, but I can choose my friends. I don't care what you say, I'm gonna hang out with him." I blew the whistle and called everyone to the bench I stood on. "Change of plans. First person to goal handle that, everyone line up and take shots. After I need Stilinski and McCall on goal actually trying." I was happy when the guys actually listened to me. I didn't care about this. All I knew was that if Liam kept working with Garrett, both of them would be on first line. After fifteen minutes of horrible shots by my brother and Stiles they finally switched into goal. At first they were doing really well, they even managed to take out Garrett. Each time they chest bumped Stiles got knocked right on his butt.

That was until Liam came up to the line. He looked so determined to take down the two guys. And he did. I was really impressed and so was Finstock. That was until we both heard screaming from the stands. "Do over!" I turned as well as Finstock and half the team to see Stiles friend Malia standing up.

"This is practice, that's not how it works!" I shouted at her.

"Ten bucks on Stiles and Scott!" She shouted back.

"I'll take that action!" Finstock shouted back at her. "Liam, get back over there!" When I glanced back at Scott his eyes were glowing. Was he okay? Before I had the chance to say anything else I saw Liam running towards the two guys and within seconds he was on the truf screaming in pain. I ran over pushing past my brother. "Nobody touch him!"

"I'll take him to the hospital with these idiots Coach, they were my ride. I'll make sure they don't do anything else to maim the best player since Lahey and Whittmore." I pulled Liam up and put his arm over my shoulder using all my strength to hold him up. "I'm so sorry about them. I'm sure in a few days you'll be okay and playing first line as captain since my brother won't be making it that far."

"Thanks Sarah. Let's just hope my step-father is as forgiving as you are."