I stand next to Allison and Lydia in front of the dreaded Beacon Hills High School. I continuously glance at Lydia, as this is the first time I've seen her since she was found. I have such a strong urge to question her about her bite, why she ran away, and exactly what she is going through, but I know I can't. Stiles was apparently there when they found her, in the woods, freezing cold, and butt naked.
"You really don't remember anything?" I sigh relieved as Allison breaks the ice and asks the dreaded question.
Lydia shrugs lightly, fixing her hair, "They called it a fugue state, which is basically a way of saying 'We have no idea why you can't remember running through the woods naked for two days', but personally, I don't care. I lost nine pounds."
I raise my brow, impressed that she can just let this all roll of her shoulders, "That's a positive way to look at it."
We all stop as we stand in front of the metal doors leading into the hell hole, excuse me, high school. Allison glances at Lydia, but I feel her eyes rest on me, "Are you ready for this?"
I ignore her stare and instead look to Lydia as well. She forces a smile and moves to walk inside, "Please. It's not like my aunt's a serial killer."
I feel my face scrunch up in slight annoyance at her words. Even though I've started to get used to Lydia's lack of a filter, sometimes she can really strike a nerve. I follow the two inside, but stop when I notice everyone's eyes facing us. They all stop moving and I realize that it's not us they're starring at, but Lydia.
Allison moves slightly closer to her before whispering, "Maybe it's the nine pounds."
I let an airy laugh leave my lips at her words, but stop when I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. I take it out and open a message from Stiles.
'Meet us on the field.'
I look back up to Allison and send her a small wave as I start to move backwards, "I've gotta run to my locker before class."
Before she can say anything I start down the hall and ignore the occasional glance from my fellow peers around me. I find my way to the back door and exit the building before walking to the field. I notice both Stiles and Scott sitting on the bench in their uniforms. I quickly drop down next to Stiles, making him jump.
"Seriously? Where you do you come fr-" he cuts himself off as he begins to stare at my shirt. I raise an eyebrow as I wait for him to continue. His eyes meet mine again and I hold back a laugh at the awestruck look on his face, "Are you wearing a Star Wars shirt? You like Star Wars?"
I slowly nod my head in response and he opens his mouth repeatedly, "Oh, my god. If you weren't already my best friend,
you definitely just made the cut."
I laugh and roll my eyes at his words, "Did you call me out here just to compliment me, or is there some other reason? You know, not that I mind the complimenting."
Scott leans forward, "There's another werewolf. I smelt him in the locker room."
My smile falls from my face and my eyes widen, "What?! Are you serious? Are you sure?"
I lean back and take in the information. If there's a new werewolf that means that Derek must have turned him. Why the hell wouldn't he tell me?
He nods rapidly, "It was kind of like a certain scent, but I couldn't tell who it was."
Stiles looks around at their other team members, "What if you can get him one-on-one? Would that help?"
"Yeah." Scott sighs nodding again.
I look between the two worried, before Stiles hits Scott's chest, "Okay. I think I got an idea."
I hold back a laugh as he suddenly stands from the bench and runs in another direction. I plan to watch his own plan unfold, but Scott's voice interrupts me, "Hey, are you alright? You look like you haven't slept in days."
I turn back to him and hold back a yawn at the word sleep. Instead I just slowly nod and let out a low breath, "Yeah, I've just been busy with homework and stuff, you know?"
He looks at me in disbelief, "Just homework?"
"Did Allison say something to you?" I question, but instead of looking defeated he only looks more worried.
"What would Allison say to me?"
I try to think of an excuse, but thankfully I don't need to as Stiles races back over with a goalie stick in his hands. He takes a seat between us again and turns to Scott, "I told coach you're switching with Danny for the day."
Scott looks at the stick in confusion, and a little bit of disgust, "But I hate playing goal."
Stiles looks back at me and I just shrug before he turns to Scott again, "Remember when I said I had an idea? This is the idea."
Scott's eyes light up in realization, "Ohhh..."
I roll my eyes at the two as Stiles smiles at Scott, "There we go."
As Stiles's bends down to grab his glove from the ground I catch Scott's confused eyes, "What's the idea?"
Stiles quickly sits back up and stares at Scott, "I seriously don't understand how you survive without me sometimes."
I jump as Coach blows his whistle loudly, right next to me might I add, before he yells to the guys, "Let's go! Line it up! Faster! Make daddy proud."
I cringe at his words, but shake my head and lean forward on the bench. I watch as Scott takes his place in front of the net.
I make a pained face as Scott races from the goal and his body collides with another guys, causing them both to end up on the ground. He helps him up and I try to ignore the way he blatantly sniffs the guy.
"McCall! Usually the goalie stays somewhere within the vicinity of the actual goal."
Scott nods to Coach before moving back to the goal again, "Yes, coach."
Coach raises his arms and blows the whistles again, "Let's try it again."
I clap from the sidelines and Scott gives me a flat look from across the field.
I feel my body tense as Coach throws the ball to number 8 and he catches it in his net. I focus more as I see somewhat familiar features behind his mask and I lean closer and try to see his face.
I blink shocked, it's that kid from the hallway! What was his name?
Mike?
Mark?
Matt!
I slap in my knee as I remember and then my focus falls back onto the boys in front of me when Scott runs out of the goal again, but this time he collides with Matt roughly. I watch in shock as his body gets flipped over Scott's shoulder. I cringe as he lands roughly on the ground and instead of helping, Scott leans over and sniffs above his mask.
Matt raises his arms while still laying on the grass, "What the hell, man?"
Scott raises to his feet and sends a look my way, "My bad, dude."
I sigh and send him a look back. I hope he finds this guy soon otherwise Coach's temper isn't going to last much longer.
"McCall!" I look to Coach as he points to Scott, "The position's goal keeper. Not goal abandoner."
Scott shrugs off his words as he apologizes and moves back to his spot, again.
Another repeat of Scott moving up and slamming into the next player before sniffing them happens again. My eyes widen as Coach walks over and hooks his finger into Stiles's mask, "Stilinski, what the hell is wrong with your friend?"
Stiles stutters before quickly answering him, "Uh, he's failing two classes. He's a little socially awkward and if you look close enough, his jaw line's kind of uneven."
I can't hold back a laugh at his words and look over to Scott. Huh, his jaw is a little uneven. The things you don't notice.
Coach lets go of his mask and looks closer at Scott, "That's interesting," He moves back to his original spot on the field, "Let's fire it up."
He tosses the ball to Danny and he easily catches it before moving towards Scott. This time I wait patiently as Scott tosses Danny in the air before they both land roughly.
"It's Armani." I feel
My eyebrows draw close together as I hear Danny's low voice perfectly.
Scott looks at him confused, "Huh?"
Danny shrugs from beneath him, "My aftershave. Armani."
Scott offers him a smile, "Oh. It's nice."
I lean back and frown worriedly. I rub my hands against my jeans as goosebumps raise on my skin. How the hell did I hear them?
Coach's yelling pulls my mind out of the gutter, "McCall! You come out of that goal one more time and you'll be doing suicide runs till you die. It'll be the first ever suicide run that actually ends in a suicide. Got it?"
Scott nods holding the stick up over his shoulder and stepping backwards, "Yes, coach."
"Uh, coach, my shoulder's hurting. I'm gonna-I'm gonna sit this one out." I roll my eyes as Jackson, Jackass, steps out of the line of players. I groan lightly as he moves towards me before sitting far too close, "What's his deal?"
I turn and look flatly at him, "Please tell me why the hell I would ever tell you that. Matter of fact, please tell me why you're talking to me at all."
He rolls his eyes before standing from the bench and moving away. I let a small smile form on my face as he leaves and I turn back to the field. The short lived smile quickly falls away as I notice the next player heavily breathing and slightly bunched over. I try to catch Scott's attention, but his is locked in with the player.
Coach's whistle sends them both running and I sit on the edge of the bench as they collide roughly and both go flying into the air.
Shit.
They land directly in front of each other and my eyes widen as I catch a gold pair that don't belong to Scott.
Shit, shit.
I look behind me at the sound of walkie talkies echoing around and I catch sight of Stiles's dad with two other officers walking onto the field.
I feel my heart hurt for the other werewolf on the field as his terrified voice speaks to Scott, "Don't tell them. Please don't tell them."
What the hell has Derek done.