Heart Monitor

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I'm walking to class, I've decided to take a detour from the field. When I see Scott and Stiles on the field.
Scott had his hands strapped against his back with duck tape. When Stiles started to throw lacrosse ball over and over again.
"Son of a bitch!" Scott groaned.
"I think my aim is getting better." Stiles said.
"I wonder why?" Scott groaned still getting hit by lacrosse balls.
"You've got to be kidding me," I whispered to myself. When Scott stood up and both boys looked right at me.
"Stella?" I nodded.
"What are you guys thinking?" I said walking up to them.
"Trying to get more practice in," Stiles responded.
"By beating Scott with balls, great idea." I slouched.
"I'm trying to control my heart rate," Scott stated.
"Well, I should be happy you're not having some thugs beat the crap out of Scott," Stiles had a lightbulb moment.
"Don't you think about it?" I pointed to Stiles and he nodded.
"You two behave," I pointed to both of them.
"Yes, ma'am." Scott and Stiles nodded.


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