That evening Scott paced her room as she explained everything that happened so far to her to Stiles and freaking out.
"His dad is one of the hunters - I'm pretty sure he was the one that shot me - with a CROSSBOW!" Scott said, voice raising slightly at the end.
"Are you sure he didn't recognise you?" Stiles asked, eyes wide with excitement and questioning.
He really was enjoying all this drama.
"Yes! His father! Oh, my God." She snapped, freaking out once more.
"No, Scott. Snap back. You okay? Hey, all right?" Stiles asked, concerned for his friend.
"No. N - no." Scott said, worried.
"Does he know about him?" Stiles asked, worried about whether or not they could trust Alex now.
"Oh, yeah. I don't know. What if he does? This is gonna kill me." Scott groaned flopping down on her bed.
It was lacrosse practice time and Scott was trying to forget about the hunter and being a werewolf. They both got onto the field and picked up their sticks.
"Let's go! One - on - one from up top! Jackson - Take a long stick today." Coach said, clapping his hands. They got started and Jackson quickly dominated the pitch.
"Atta boy. That's how you do it! Greenberg, take a lap. Let's go. Faster, Greenberg! Let's go." Coach shouted.
Scott is next up against Jackson, picking up the ball and going for the goal. Jackson quickly runs towards her and knocks her down, hard.
"You sure you still want to be first line, McCall?" Jackson asked, smirking.
"McCall, what are you waiting for? Let's go. Hey, McCall. Hey, McCall!" Coach yelled, running to where she was still on the ground. She quickly gets up and tries to calm, she could feel her heart rate go up as she got angry. She really hated Jackson - that dick!
"My - my grandmother can move faster than that. And she's dead. You think you can move faster than the - lifeless corpse of my dead grandmother?"Coach asked, bending down to talk to her. As she listens to Coach, she gets even angrier and she could sense the werewolf inside of her.
"Yes, coach." She says, quietly.
"I can't hear you." He says getting even closer to her.
"Yes, coach." She said, loudly.
"Then do it again. McCall's gonna do it again! McCall's gonna do it again! Let's go!" Coach cheered loudly. She picks the ball up again, still angry, and focuses on Jackson. She feels something sharpen in her mind and she takes off running. She dodges the other players easily and rammed into Jackson, sending him to the ground and scoring. By now she can feel the transformation start, she cant control it, and she turns to see Jackson still on the floor, he's clutching his shoulder in pain - maybe she dislocated his shoulder?
"Scott? Scott, you okay?" Stiles asked, leaning over her with his hands on her back. Her anger built and she shifted even more.
"I can't control it, Stiles. It's happening." She said out of breath and scared.
"What? Right here? Now?" After seeing her nod slightly, he says,"Come on, get up. Come on. Come on." He drags her back into the school through the entrance of the changing rooms. He decided to take her to the mens changing room. Unnoticed to them, Derek Hale watched them from the sidelines, clearly not happy.
Once in the locker room Scott gets away from Stiles and shifts into the wolf, and immediately tries to kill Stiles. Stiles runs further into the locker room and tries to calm Scott down. Scott passes a mirror and stops looking at herself, after a few seconds of this she brings her right arm back and punches the mirror, breaking it. The pain helped her calm down and slowly she shifted back to her human form. She collapses down to the ground, leaning against the wall and breathing heavily. Closing her eyes, she continues to breath in and out as she hears Stiles move towards her.
Stiles slowly walked towards her, like he was approaching a wild animal - hell maybe he was.
"What happened?" She whispered, not opening her eyes.
"You tried to kill me." Stiles said, sitting down next to her. He could see that she was calming down, trying not to shift again.
"You know you can't play first line,right?" Stiles asked as they sat there.
"Why did this happen to me?"She whispered turning her head to him and laying it down on his shoulder. At this point, neither of them had an answer.
Once she got home, Scott flopped back onto her bed and sighed. It was quite an eventful past few days. She just wanted to go to sleep and stay there, she didn't want to deal with her problems. She listened as her mother walked towards her room, her heartbeat calm and steady.
"Hey. Late shift again for me. But I am taking Saturday off to see your first game." Melissa said apologetically, already dressed in her scrubs.
"Oh, mom, you can't." Scott said, sitting up on her bed.
"Oh, no, I can and I will. Come on, one shift isn't gonna break us. Completely. Hey, what's wrong with your eyes? You look like you haven't slept in days." Melissa said, concerned. She took another look at her daughter, taking note of all the changes in her appearance.
"Oh, uh, it's nothing. I'm just - stressed." Scott said, waving off her mother's concerns.
"Just stress? Nothing' else?" Melissa asked, stepping towards her daughter.
"Homework." Scott said, not getting what her mother was asking. She tilted her head and furrowed her eyebrows.
"I mean, it's not like you're on drugs or anything, right?" Melissa asked.
"Right now?" Scott questioned,
"Right now? I'm sorry, what do you mean "right now"? Have you ever taken drugs?" Melissa asked, taking hold of her face looking at her up close.
"Have you?" Scott asked her mother.
Melissa stopped searching her daughters face and shook her head, letting go of her face,"Get some sleep." Melissa left for work.
Scott sighed getting up to do some homework on her computer. She was completing her biology homework when her Skype window popped up with an incoming call from Stiles. She answered it taking a quick break.
"What'd you find out about Jackson?" Scott asked, getting straight to the point.
"Well, it's bad. Jackson's got a separated shoulder." Stiles informed her.
"Because of me? Is he going to play?" Scott groaned whilst putting her head in her hands.
"Because he's a tool. Well, they don't know yet. Now they're just counting on you for Saturday." Stiles trailed off, scrunting at his screen. It looked like there was someone in the background. He went to open the dialogue box and typed - 'It looks like someone's behind you.'
"What? It looks like what?" He asked out loud, Stiles tried to type back but half way through the screen buffered. "Come on. Damn it. What?" The screen was still buffering but Scott enlarged the screen and looked into the corner, it looks like there was a dark shape in the corner of the room. As she was looking closer, something-someone pulled her from the chair and slammed her into the wall opposite. She saw Derek Hale holding her by the throat, fury in his eyes.
"I saw you on the field today." Derek growled, his hand tightening a little.
"Wha - what are you talking about?" Scott asked, nervously. She both hated and liked having him so close to her - she didn't know why. He smelt nice up close like pine and manliness.
"You shifted in front of them! If they find out what you are, they find out about me. About all of us. And then it's not just the hunters after us, it's everyone." Derek pointed out, pissed.
"But - They didn't see anything! I..s - swear, I -..." She stammered, trying to lean back from him but his hand on her throat prevented that.
"And they won't! Because if you even try to play in that game on Saturday - I'm gonna kill you myself." And that Derek disappeared, leaving Scott to curl her legs up once she slid down the wall.
The next day at school, Scott went to Coach to get out of the game tomorrow night.
"What do you mean, you can't play the game tomorrow night?" Coach asked in disbelief. He crossed his arms over his chest and sat down on the edge of his desk.
"I mean - I can't play the game tomorrow night." Scott said, hands in her jeans pockets.
"You can't wait to play the game tomorrow night." Coach said, nodding his head, smiling.
"No, coach, I can't play the game tomorrow night." Scott explained again.
"I'm not following." Coach said, his eyebrows frowned. He looked at her like there was something really wrong with her.
"I'm having some personal issues." She explained, rubbing the back of her neck.
"Is it a boy?...a girl? Cause we okay with that type of thing - You know, our goalie - Danny - is gay." Coach said to her.
She blushed, "NO Coach…. I like guys...but that's not what's wrong." She said.
Coach scrintited his eyes at her and then a second later his eyes widened.
"Is it drugs? Are you doing meth? Because I had a brother that was addicted to meth. You should have seen what it did to his teeth - They were all cracked and rotted. It was - it was disgusting." Coach told her, worried for the kid.
"My - God. What happened to him?" Scott asked, concerned.
"He got veneers. Is - is that what this is about? Are you afraid of getting hurt, McCall?" Coach asked, incredulous.
"No - I'm - Having some issues dealing with aggression." Scott admitted to the coach, hoping that he would get accept that and let her off.
"Well, here's the good news. That's why you play lacrosse. Problem solved." Coach smiled.
"Coach, I can't play the game tomorrow night." Scott said for the last time.
"Listen, McCall, part of playing first line is taking on the responsibility of being first line. Now, if you can't shoulder that responsibility, then you're back on the bench until you're ready." Coach told her, moving off from the edge of his desk and walking around to his seat.
"If I don't play the game, you're taking me off first line?" Scott asked, surprised.
"McCall, play the game." Coach said, done.
After her conversation with coach, Scott walks down the hallway to class. She smiles as she notices Alex and he smiles back, walking towards her.
"Hey." They both said at the same time. They continued walking down the hall, Alex to his locker and Scott to hers.
"I wanted you to know that I'm coming to see you play tomorrow." Alex told her, excited.
"You are?" She asked surprised.
"And we're all going out afterwards. You, me, Lydia, Jackson. It's gonna be great. Tell Stiles to come too. Uh, save me a seat at lunch. I gotta go." Alex said, giving her a kiss on the cheek as they arrived to her locker first. He waved goodbye and went across to his, leaving Scott to stand there staring at his back and touching her cheek.
As Alex opened his locker he found his jacket from the party, confused he takes it out and looks in the pockets. He couldn't remember if there was anything in the pockets but he was more than confused on how it got in his locker. He shrugged, maybe Lydia put the jacket in there for him.
