||Honey I'm good

Andy Grammar

Most people Valerie Day Berott knows are morning people. Eager to awaken and greet the day. Because it's all sunshine, rainbows and unicorns to them. But not when your soccer practice starts at 5:30.

"Why? Whyyy? What gives Coach pleasure from our pain? Does he feed off it or some crap?"

The girl ranted into the tanned teen's shoulder.

Jack Merington was patting the teens back uneasily, rubbing circles into her collarbone whilst she fake-wept in despair.

None the less she slowly drew her head away from the freshmen to meet the gaping eyes of her beloved soccer team.

"Hey, Val, you can just 'accidentally' kick the ball into Finstocks face". Ben Chase joked.

The other 10 members chuckled along, the Berott though, cracked her neck and dribbled the ball.

"Hey! Val...."

The uneasy whispers of her team-mates flooded her ears as she crept behind the renown Bobby Finstock.

She never truly knew the reason behind his hatred of humans, nor why he enjoyed the pain of children. All she had gathered from countless soccer and lacrosse practices was that; the man is mad.

And his scream was proof enough.

"BEROTT YOU RETCHED TWERP! I WILL PERSONALLY ESCORT YOU TO HELL YOU EVIL-"

He soon slowed as parents and students outside the field began evil-eyeing him.

Now, Finstock was very attached to his authoritative position as Coach and Economics teacher. So a bad reputation with newbies and money-givers was not appreciated.

He lowered his arm to give the smirking blonde a pat on the shoulder.

"Now please refrain yourself from being a nuisance Ms Berott, or I may have to replace you with another member".

The whole time the forty-year old was harshly glaring at the star-player.

The girl smirked and backed away, arms up smugly.

"And if you did replace me Coach. There wouldn't be a team".

As she met her mates once again they erupted in a howl of celebration.

The Beacon Hill's wolves had won the battle of player VS Coach once again.

Now Valerie had every right to be smug, receiving claps of approval and comments of her bountiful sass. After all, ever since her arrival, start of freshmen year, the Wolves had not once lost a game.

"Alright you pathetic excuses of human beings, start your warm-up".

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The dirty-blonde haired girl peeked over the wall, recently her 'normal' junior friends, had been avoiding her.

Now to her knowledge, she had not done anything.....very wrong, she may have broken into Stiles locker leaving a few surprises, helped Lydia lower her confidence in Archaic Latin, and 'cleaned' Kira's katana. But nothing that bad.

"I see you Berott"

And she flew back to her position against the wall.
Her head smacked against the concrete and she couldn't help but let out a whiny "oww".

"Valerie Day Berott get your ass over here".
The pale dark-haired boy chastised.

He had been missing his non-supernatural friend. Sure, she was annoying, sassy, threatening, scary, causing new reasons for Coach to hate him, and overall being a complete and utter idiot. But, he'd missed her presence.

"What...Valerie isn't in right now, please leave a message after the beep. Beep."

The blonde mentally face-palmed, she was a horrible spy. How the hell did the pack trust her, on anything?

"Okay, Stiles Stilinski here, if you don't get here in 5 seconds I'm getting Lydia to 'help' with your appearance".

And with a flash Valerie ran over to the five, her grip-less shoes did not aid her escapade as she slipped and skidded against the floor.

She rolled onto her back, letting out an irritated sigh as she met the faces of a concerned Kira, annoyed Scott, amused Lydia, bored Malia and expecting Stiles.

She slowly helped herself up kneeling and pushing upwards with her elbows.

"I meant to do that".

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"And today's topic is that of the......"

As Mr Denard droned on, in the hopes that anyone may listen, much to his dismay, nearly every breathing being in the class. Was contentedly napping whilst the slow man blabbed on.

Valerie could barely keep her eyes open. If a bomb had erupted at the school, she'd probably still be struggling to flutter her eyes.

"Hey, um, hello?"

She slowly lifted her head and turned to squint at the blurry brunette beside her.

"What? Are you Calum Hood? If not can't you see I'm busy?"

The sapphire-eyed boy chuckled lightly at the cute girl mumbling sleepily.

"Doing what?"

This stumped the blonde. She pressed her lips together and furrowed her brow.

"Quit staring, I'm trying to think".

The boys eyes widened and he began to stutter.

"W-whaaaat? I-I wasn't...staring. I was..I was-observing!"

By now his outburst had caught the attention of the classes inhabitants.

"Mr Dunbar, Ms Berott, do you have anything you would like to share with us?" The teacher had finally put two and two together, realising that the pair were not paying attention.

"Oh" The girl sheepishly smiled "He was observing me".

The boys cheeks flamed as the class jeered and laughed at him. Even Mr Denard had to stifle a chuckle.

Mortified the Dunbar hid his face and groaned.

"Now let's get back on topic-"

"Excuse me, but, is it worth saying or, should I get myself adjusted".

Valerie fixed her position on the desk as the class cackled at the teachers shock.

The Berott leaned to the side and whispered "Sorry for my slip-up, I think they forgot".

The Dunbar raised his brow as the girl was sentenced to the Principals office.

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"Of course you're still team captain. You got your grades up just like Coach told you to, right?"

The twitchy boy stuttered out, he couldn't help but think. Well Coach already hates us, maybe this is him showing us even more of his 'tough love'.

"Yeah, but he never told me I was back on the team. He just told me to show up at tryouts today".

The McCall was anxious, scared and depressed. What if he loses one of the only things important to him as a real teenager?

"If you aren't it's probably cause my best friends Valer-Ah!" Stiles let out a girly shriek as a pair of hands pressed down on his shoulder.

"Who and the what now?" The field had erupted in laughs at the sight of Valerie Berott frightening the Stilinski.

From a hundred meters away, nestled in the net. Liam Dunbar watched the blonde embarrass yet another teen.

Is that her specialty? Annoying and harassing people? She looks good while doing it....

"Hey Liam! Earth to Liam"

The brunette snapped out of his daze in time to stop a goal fluently.

The girl watched impressed with his talent, "it is now".

The blonde drifted back to the conversation murmuring a "Pardon?"

"Were you even listening Val?"Stiles was unimpressed with the girl checking out the potential suspect of....suspicious behavioural behaviour.

The balls kept being pegged at the boy, he didn't fail to stop a single one from getting past.

"I wonder if he's good at soccer...."

Stiles scowled at his younger friend.

Noticing his anger Valerie simply shrugged. "It'd make him even more attractive for the sports skills category...Don't worry! I haven't given him the tick of approval".

Stiles threw his hands up in exasperation.

"Who the hell is the guy Val's checking out?"

He began ranting at an equally confused Scott McCall.

Valerie was still transfixed on the boy from Geography. Who was he, what was he, and most importantly, what did he look like when not blurry?

And she got her answer.

It seemed as if time slowed down as he whipped off his helmet. His brown, spiked hair swayed in the wind and his sapphire eyes sparkled in the light.

Liam was honestly quite surprised to see the flustered blonde, looking him from feet to eyes.

In the spur of the moment he sent her a lazy wink and a lop-sided smirk.

This sent the girl into hysterics. "Oh my god. Stiles! Stiles!" She wrapped her hands around the freckles boys arm, attempting to shake it off.

Scott was struggling to withhold his laughter. Throughout the mental and physical conversations of his friends, he'd watched from the side in amusement.

Oh if only Lydia could see him now.

"Okay we might need to practice a little bit. And get Val her Calvin Hod guy".

"Calum Hood!"

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I hope that was a good chapter *cough 'probably not' cough*

So does anyone ship her and our favourite Dunbar? If so comment ship names if you can, and also, is there anyone else you ship her with?

Okay, Jack, Dan and Mark are going to be important roles for the story as they are her best friends: Who should play them?
I thought for Jack it could be Calum Hood, Ashton Irwin, or Cameron Dallas?
And Mark is sort of like a boy next door type guy and Dan will be like the sassier straight version of Danny.

G'bye mates, gotta go cook a Koala on the BBQ!

(No offence to Aussies, since I am one)

No Koalas were harmed in the making of this BBQ