Once again, I am so sorry for the delay. I do hope y'all can forgive me. Anyway, here's the new chapter! :)
Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf.
The day after the party, Scott and Stiles told Bray about Scott being a werewolf. So now, Stiles and Braylen, who coincidently is leaving out the part about us being shifters as well, are trying to help Scott any way they can. Next thing we know, the second week of school is in session. The first day back of the second week passed by in a blur. I was sitting in the bleachers waiting for practice to begin, when I heard the boys talking in the locker room. "Allison's fath..." "Yes, her father!" Scott said raising his voice. "Oh my god! Oh my god!" I giggled shaking my head as Scott freaked out while Stiles tried to talk some sense into him. "Dude! Calm down! You just need to focus on lacrosse right now, ok? Lacrosse!" he said as he shoved what I assume was Scott's equipment at him. I got my camera ready as Finstock lined 'em up for one on one. When it was Scott's turn to face off against Jackson, he was brutalized. Finstock walked over to him and started berating him causing his heart to speed up in anger. 'Oh boy!' Coach made him do it again, but this time when they collided, it was Jackson that was sent to the ground. As the team and Finstock gathered around Jackson, Stiles went to Scott.
"Stiles! I can't control it!" Scott groaned his eyes flashing and canines growing. Not thinking wisely, Stiles ran him back to the locker room. As they passed, I noticed Derek standing beside the bleachers watching them as they went. As I walked over to him, he growled, "He's a fool! They both are! That boy is going to get hurt going in there by himself!" "I know. Stiles is a smart kid, though. He'll figure something out to help Scott," I said knowingly while listening for the boys. Braylen noticing neither Scott nor Stiles, took off to find them. "Besides they've got us looking out for them. And while you may say that you're doing it so he doesn't expose us, you and I both know that you care," I added grinning at him as he glared at me. I could faintly hear the sound of a fire extinguisher and laughed, "See? What did I tell you? He's a smart kid. Anyway, I gotta go. See ya later." I knew that Derek would be paying Scott a visit soon, but I could see where he was coming from. Scott's like a rabid dog right now, and until he can control it, it could be disastrous.
*The day before the game*
"Scott said that Derek threatened him. (I raised an eyebrow.) He said he told him not to play in the game," Braylen said as I dug through my locker trying to somewhat organize it. "While I don't agree with his method of going about it, I agree with him. Scott has no control over his wolf right now. Someone could get seriously injured or worse... killed. Now, I know that more than likely he's going to find a way to play in the game tomorrow. I need you to keep a sharp eye out for anything that can piss him off. It is crucial that he stay somewhat calm during the game. Highly unlikely..." I trailed off, quiet laughter catching my attention. I looked down the hall to the source to find a few girls and a guy snickering behind their hands as Erica walked by them. Seething, I started towards them only for Bray to hold me back, "Ash..." he warned, "She's not letting it get to her. Don't let it get to you. When it starts affecting her, then you can do something about it." Still royally pissed, I turned around grabbed my bio book, slammed my locker door shut, and stormed off to Yearbook. Ms. Elle noticing my mood, gave me a pass to go walk around so I could calm down.
I took my camera figuring I might as well get some shots of classes. As I walked by one classroom, I heard Lydia grilling Scott about why he wasn't playing tomorrow. Shaking my head I continued on. Before I knew it, it was time to switch classes. Considering I was in the office next period, I took my time. As I walked by the office, I saw Sheriff Stilinski and another deputy were talking to Mr. Greene. Listening in, I heard them mention a nine thirty curfew for anyone under eighteen. 'Good thing I'm not under eighteen.' I thought chuckling to myself. I waited for them to finish talking before I walked up to them, "Hiya Sheriff!" He looked at me and smiled, "Ashlynn! How are you today?" "I'm good. What's this I hear about a curfew?" I asked curiously. "I should've known you probably already knew. Everyone under eighteen must be in their homes by nine thirty," he explained. Acting shocked, I gasped, "Because of the body? (He nodded.) Well, I know I'm not under eighteen, but I'll be sure to keep inside as much as possible. I'll keep an eye on your delinquent, too, since I have my own to look out for." "That would be much appreciated, Ashlynn. Thank you," he said before someone called him on his walkie talkie. I smiled in return and nodded to Mr. Greene, "I just have to get my stuff from Yearbook and then I'll come to the office." He nodded and continued talking to the deputy.
Though it seemed like the day passed by slowly, the end of the day came quickly, and seeing as I didn't have anyone coming home with me as Bray had a last minute practice and Erica had to go home, I went straight to Derek's. As I pulled up to the house, I noticed the wolfsbane sticking out of the ground at the side of the house. I got out of the car and walked over to it. I stood there staring at it for a few minutes when Derek walked up behind me, "It's good that she can be at peace, but I don't know if I'm ready to accept that she's really gone." "She would want you to be happy she's in a better place no matter how she left. She wouldn't want you to be sad," he said wrapping his arms around me, holding me tight. I sank into him as tears fell down my face. I knew he was right and decided this would be the last time I would cry for Laura. We stood there for a long time, him holding me while I silently cried.
All of a sudden we heard leaves crunching. "Go inside," Derek said pushing me lightly towards the house. As he followed me, we heard hollering, "Derek! Derek!" I stayed inside hovering by the window just out of sight, while Derek walked back outside. "Stay away from her! She doesn't know anything!" Scott yelled. "Yeah? What if she does? You think your little buddy Stiles can just Google werewolves and you've got all the answers, is that it?" Derek stated walking to him. I giggled softly as he continued, "You don't get it yet Scott, but I'm looking out for you. Think about what could happen... you're out on the field... the aggression takes over and you shift in front of everyone! (He bent down and picked up Scott's lacrosse net.) Your mom, all your friends, and when they see you, everything falls apart." I watched as Scott caught the net after Derek threw it into the air. Scott looked around for Derek but he'd disappeared. Hearing Derek come back into the house, I turned and walked away from the window. I never saw him look towards Laura's grave. If I had, maybe I could've prevented what happened the next day.
It's a short chapter, but I felt bad for not having the time to update. So what'd you think? Let me know! :)