A/N: Strong Language.
It was peaceful sitting next to Mason holding hands under the seats. Their relationship had barely started. Scott hadn't even asked him out on a date yet. The only time he'd kissed him so far was in his dreams. He smiled as Mason leaned back on the seat and clutches his thumb. The Were's heart races. He shuffles closer, so their feet is touching. That changes though, when Mason stands up.
"Yeah Brett let's go!" Mason shouts happily.
Scott squints at him.
"Come on...He's our friend too" Mason pleads.
Scott watches Brett nod and smile before striking the ball and taking charge. Scott feels Mason's pride. The problem is he also senses Brett's lust. The blushing of this new crush and he hates it. Both he and Mason have decided to keep their relationship a secret. There were too many people that would be shocked. Scott didn't want to hurt his pack. He knew that his boyfriend would have no problem with it.
If Liam found out the whole of beacon Hills would explode.
It's only after the game when Brett calls him over. Scott regretfully tells Mason's he'll meet the gang inside before following Brett to the changing rooms. The Guys are still celebrating their victory. It's empty for now. As soon as Scott shuts the door, Brett's bitterness, and confusion fills the air, like a poison.
"Are you okay?"
"Yes, I just bought you here to talk about Clay's Instagram party..." Brett tells him.
"Oh okay, I mean I heard Clay was going for a Serial Killer theme, so...
No McCall, I'm not fucking okay, and you shouldn't be either" Brett snarled.
Scott pauses and watches Brett lean against the radiator. He's seething. His neck is slowly getting redder. His eyes are glowing and Scott can see the claws beginning to form from his fingers. He tells himself he can handle an angry Brett, well...as long as the anger wasn't directed at him.
"What is it?" Scott asks.
"Mason"
Scott shrugs and rubs his hands together, so that Brett can't feel his nervousness.
"What about him?"
"Oh Come on! You must know, you must sense it" Brett barks. "Who is it?"
"Whose Who?" Scott asks. He's seconds away from walking out and going back to his boyfriend, where he should be.
"Who's Mason's sleeping with? He's fucking someone, I can smell it" Brett admits.
"He's single" Scott lies.
"The hell he is!"
"He's not having sex. I would know" Scott says more sternly than he'd meant to.
It was too early to think about...that. Mason may have smelt like him a little. But he'd also smelt of classroom air-freshener, pollen, gum, cinammon flapjack and the mustard Hot dog that they'd just shared together. Mason smelling of sex right now was impossible. It alarmed Scott that Brett's jealousy was slowly driving him over the mountain ash edge.
"Keep an eye on your pet human. Or I'll do it for you" Brett warned.
Scott laughed. "Is that a threat Talbot?"
"McCall I don't entertain threats. I just do whatever the fuck I want. If you ever get rich and popular, you'll have that luxury too" Brett smirked.
Scott left without a word, before he could turn, before Brett's taunts got him expelled.
