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Valerie Berott

"But-"

Scott glared at the pale boy, frustration and annoyance evident in his expression.

"Stiles."

And then, within a moment, Scott was laughing away, Kira around his waist.

Stiles huffed in exasperation, folded his arms and slumped into the wooden bench.

Why? Why do girls, especially attractive ones, always get in the way of he and his best friends relationship?

These questions swam around his head as he fished for answers.

All he wanted was someone NORMAL to talk to! Was that too much to ask if your friends consisted of the supernatural?!

"Hey watch out!-"

His head snapped towards the caller and he was met with a soccer ball to the face.

The pale boys eyes widened in shock and he flailed and flapped his arms. Only to fall off the seat.

Maniacal cackles from the evil known as 'Freshmen' filled his ears.

He groaned and suppressed the urge to curse and rant at the cause to furthermore worsen his already horrific day.

"Shut it guys! He's the Stilinski kid!"

A female voice, clearly one of authority nagged the teens.

"Sorry"

"Yeah it was an accident"

"We didn't mean it Val-"

"I said shut ya holes you stupid shanks!"

Well that was new.

He was soon being pulled up by a set of twig arms, and his flannel being dusted.

"Sorry mate, my friends are idiots" the girl giggled "probably explains why we're all friends".

He soon looked up to meet a pair of dark brown doe eyes, dirty blonde hair, fair skin and an impish grin.

"The names Valerie, one of the people set on this Earth to annoy all humans".

The junior smiled widely.

"Stiles Stilinski"

He could tell that his day of terror was now rewarding him with a non-supernatural friend.

"What kind of name is Stiles?!"

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"Oi! Stilinski!"

The boy flinched at the familiar unnecessarily loud voice.

"Hey Val, think you could be a bit quieter, you're making me tone death."

She chuckled without humour.

"Haha Ge-"

His eyes turned to the size of saucers as he slapped his palm against her large mouth.

"Never. Ever. Repeat the words you were about to say".

Beyond his knowledge.
A bored strawberry blonde, puppy-eyed wolf, and perplexed huntress watched with amusement and shock.

"Stiles, with a freshmen, never thought I'd live to see the day" The renown beauty Lydia Martin studied her nails, only to peak over in fascination.

"I'm proud of him" The brunette girl blurted. This did not seem so as she was still wide-eyed and fluttering her lashes in disbelief.

But the most surprised was none other than Scott McCall.

"But. Stiles, he's always said 'freshmen are minions of the devil, sent from the pits of hell to rain down on the juniors and torture them till they have ensured none are left standing'"

The Martin, amused at the conversation between the twitchy Stilinski and Valerie Berott, smirked.

"And with a sports star no less".

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"Hey Scott! Hey McCall! Hey, hey! Hey McC-"

"I get it Valerie!"

The alpha rubbed his temples in frustration.

Days before he'd been able to walk around the high-school free of harassment and annoyance.

Then Valerie Berott found out about the supernatural.

The overly excited blonde left her group and beloved soccer ball to bound towards her favourite victim.

"Well McCall, it's lovely to grace your presence with my-" She curtsied with her long jersey flapping at the sides of her soccer shorts. "-unmistakeable aura".

He sighed, wishing that the soccer ball starting the friendship of Stilinski and Berott had hit someone whom he didn't know.

"I've just figured something out! I'm like your super freshmen, undercover spy! I could ensure that all freshmen are of the human kind! No kanimas, alphas, betas, Kits-a-macallits, huntresses, lady-howlers or Hales get through this-"

Scott was done, "Stiles! I need help! Help me!"

And with a flash, his best friend appeared brandishing a chemistry book and fierce expression.

Valerie Berott, was not amused. She flicked the dark-haired boys nose and he stumbled backwards.

"What is this sorcery?!"

"Its called. If-you-hit-anyone-with-a-textbook-and-they-happen-to-not-be-a-complete-idiot-you'll-end-up-holding-what's-left-of-your-manhood-on-the-floor spell".

Horrified Stiles held a hand to his chest. "You wouldn't..."

With a smirk and mischievous gleam in her coffee brown eyes the freshmen replied with a "Try me".

Stiles backed away slowly, stepping behind his true alpha friend.

Scott was even fearful now.

"Stiles, back away, slowly..."

The two shuffled in the direction of a very confused Mr Isaac Lahey.

"What's this now? First it's Scott's the hot girl and now terrified of soccer players?"

He shook his head. There are some things even the supernatural shouldn't know.

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Three dark figures emerged from the shadows. Their eyes a bright lime yellow.

The alpha looked behind to see Stiles being backed into the veterinarian's. By none other than Valerie Berott. Their favourite freshmen.

"Valerie, get Stiles out of here".

The blonde didn't need to be asked twice. She pushed her friend through the metal doors and after completing her task.

"Stiles, buddy, stay here".

Before the Stilinski could debate, one of his best friends left him to go fight the monsters wanting to capture him.

Valerie didn't know what to do, she wasn't a fighter, or a lover. She was a mere soccer player.

As she could see it, Scott was the defence, attempting to wear down the offence, in this case, the oni, with the aid of there attack, Kira. Now Valerie, she had the most important position, goalkeeper. She was protecting her best friend from the opposition.

Scott was the defence, the oni the opposite teams offence, Kira attack, she the keeper, and Stiles, the goal.

And no one was getting to the goal.

Scott and Kira attacked, clashing against the dark creatures. That was until a soccer ball hit one of the oni in the face.

Startled, the beings formed to terminate the nogitsune froze.

"Scott, Kira, I suggest you get your asses in here"

And then a sword appeared in Scott's gut.

Eyes wide, jaw dropped, Valerie snapped out of her daze to help the hysterical kitsune drag the werewolf in.

Once safe and warm, Scott puffed and heaved for breath.

Kira uneasily looked down to her crush, asking whether she had his permission to free the sword.

And then the Japanese katana fighter fell to the ground.

A smirking Stiles, or void tilted his head at the startled blonde.

Tears slipped down her face as she whimpered in fear for her dearest friend.

"Please Stiles I know you're in there. Please please be there! This isn't you-"

And with a crash, she joined Kira's unconscious body on the cold hard floor.

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A group of five piled out of a baby blue jeep.

First came a brown-haired huntress, a puppy-eyed alpha outgrowing the puppy-eyes, a scared thin fiery hazel-eyed junior, a katana wielding kitsune badass, a bored blue-eyed blonde, and a blonde soccer-enthusiast.

As they walked towards the gates, leading to an inevitable fight, the alpha stopped them. All stood nervously in a circle, awaiting the motivational speech.

"We've don't this before guys" The brown-eyed boy began "A couple of weeks ago, we were just standing around, just like this...and we saved Malia, remember" The pack nodded softly. "That was a total stranger, this is Lydia".

The brunette huntress stepped forward, confidence and grace defined her movements.

"I'm here to save my best friend".

"I came to save mine" The McCall finished.

Cradling her gun the blonde smiled "I'm not letting anyone tear my family apart". And then ruining everything the blue-eyed beta shrugged "I just didn't feel like doing any homework".

And the girl grinned. This was her family, and she would do anything to save them.

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The cold wind blew around the fight.

Gunshots sounded as the Berott fired at the endless sympathy of Noshiko's minions.

And then a scream pierced the air, a very recognisable scream.

"Lydia!"

And the gun clattered to the floor.

"Ally...."

Choking the blonde skidded across the concrete, falling last-minute to avoid a head on collision with the wall.

Turning, she caught sight of her friend surrounded by all her loved ones, just not her.

Valerie Berott slid towards the girl, tears gliding down her pale cheeks.

"Ally. P-please d-don't die-"

And her head rested on the teens chest.

Allison Argent smiled, "Mini Beckham, why are... You crying, I-I don't want you..to cry"

And the blondes tears fell harder.

She was losing everything.

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"Hey-hey I-it's okay"

The beta twin, Aiden was laying on the floor, trying to soothe the already over-the-edge girl.

He felt protective of his friend as did every other pack member.

"I'm glad...I-I got to be your f-friend..."

Valerie rolled her eyes, wiped her nose on the cuff of her sleeve and let out a shaky exhale/laugh.

"Can you all just stop fucking dying? That's all I ask!"

Aiden's lips tilted upwards and he swept a piece of her hair behind her elvish ear.

"If anyone hurts y-you, let me know, so...I can kick, their ass..."

And the wolf let out his final breath.

His twin had tears streaming down his face.

He and Valerie looked to each other.

And she launched into his arms.

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