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"Okay." Stiles said as we approached the Lacrosse field. Now, what Lacrosse had to do with helping Scott, I have no idea. He plopped down on the bleachers and started puling things out of a bag he'd been carrying. "Put this on." He instructed Scott as he handed some kind of strap. Scott took it reluctantly, a confused look on his face.
"Isn't this one of the heart rate monitors for the track team?" Scott asked while fiddling with the device.
"Yeah, I borrowed it." Stiles replied nonchalantly.
"Stole it." I chimed in.
"Temporarily misappropriated. Coach uses it to monitor his heart rate while he jogs, and you're gonna wear it for the rest of the day." Stiles explained. I chuckled a little at the thought of Coach running. That was I sight I truly couldn't even picture.
"Isn't that Coach's phone?" I asked as I pointed to the phone on the bench beside Stiles, that I knew wasn't his.
"That I stole." He answered.
"Why?" Scott asked, still just as confused about what was going on as I was.
"All right well your heart rate goes up when you go wolf, right? When you're playing Lacrosse, when you're with Allison, whenever you get angry. Maybe learning to control it is tied to learning to control your heart rate." Stiles explained, and it actually made sense.
"Like the Incredible Hulk." Scott said with a grin. I rolled my eyes at his conclusion.
"Kind of like the Incredible Hulk, yeah." Stiles said sounding unamused.
"No, I'm like the Incredible Hulk." Scott continued.
"Would you shut up and put the strap on?" I snapped, wanting to get this show on the road.
After Scott had put the monitor on, he and Stiles walked onto the field. I watched with curiosity as Stiles taped Scott's hands behind his back.
"This isn't exactly how I wanted to spend my free period." Scott said turning to face our friend.
"All right. You ready?" Stiles asked grabbing the bag and a Lacrosse stick.
"No." Scott replied.
"Remember, don't get angry." Stiles instructed. He bent down and pressed Coach's phone for a moment before standing up straight, ball in hand.
"I'm starting to think this was a really bad idea." Scott huffed.
I sat back on the bleachers, watching in amusement as Stiles stared to throw sling the balls at Scott. Now, usually I would maybe feel a little bad about him being hurt like this, but here lately he's been such an ass he deserved a little pain. Plus, I mean, if this is going to help him we had to whatever it takes to help him to control it, right?
"Okay, that one… kind of hurt." Scott complained after Stiles hurled a ball that hit him directly in the chest.
"Quiet. Remember, you're supposed to be thinking about your heart rate, All right? About staying calm. Addie, you wanna give it a go? I know you're bound to wanna take some frustration out." Stiles called, holding the stick out in my direction.
"Nah, I'm good watching. More entertainment." I called back, a smirk on my face as Scott sent me a glare.
"Stay calm. Staying calm." Scott repeated as he dodged more balls. "Staying totally calm. There's no balls flying at my face." He said, groaning as one smacked him right in the throat. Luckily he was a werewolf or else he'd have a gnarly bruise.
"Ahh! Son of a bitch!" Scott yelled as another ball made impact.
"You know, I think my aim is actually improving.
"Wonder why." Scott snapped back.
"Ah, buh, buh, don't get angry." Stiles shot back.
"I'm not getting angry." Scott replied.
I shook my head and pulled out my phone, scrolling through my social media and updating myself on the latest Beacon Hills drama that had nothing to do with wolves.
"Stop, just wait. Wait, just hold on. Scott pleaded but was ignored but Stiles hurling another ball at him.
I watched, now in concern as he fell to his knees groaning. I rushed over to Stiles and looked down at the phone that was rapidly beeping. Scott's heart rate had reached 158 and was still quickly increasing. I stood by Stiles watching Scott, hoping he could get himself calmed down before he turned and someone saw.
"Scott?" I asked softly. His hands suddenly broke free from the tape and he fell forwards, arms in front of him as his fingers dug into the ground, his breathing rapid. I took a step towards him but was pulled back by Stiles who motioned for me to stay where I was. A few moments later the beeping started to decrease and my gaze fell to the phone, where it showed Scott's heart rate steadily dropping back to a normal rate. I let out a sigh of relief as Stiles and I made our way to him.
"Scott, you started to change." Stiles said softly as we crouched down next to him. He rolled onto his back, still panting.
"From anger. But it was more than that. It was like, the angrier I got, the stronger I felt." He explained to us.
"So it is anger, then. Derek's right." I pointed out.
"I can't be around Allison." Scott said. I rolled my eyes, deciding to stay quiet on the subject.
"Just because she makes you happy?" Stiles asked.
"No, because she makes me weak." Scott replied.
After Scott got fully calmed back down we gathered everything back up and made our way towards the school. I followed the boys into the locker room, earning glared from the few males in there. Honestly, they should know by now that I come in here. It shouldn't be that big of a surprise.
"All right, so you stay away from her for a few days. You can do that." Stiles said in an attempt to comfort Scott.
"But is it for a few days or is it forever?" Scott rebutted.
"You know, this whole 'Women make you weak' thing is a little too Spartan Warrior for me. It's probably just the learning process." Stiles told him.
"Yeah, but you've seen Derek. I mean, before Addie came along the guy was totally alone. What if I can like, never be around her again?" Scott said sadly.
"Well, if you're not dead, that could be a good thing." Stiles pointed out.
"Rather be dead." Scott huffed. I sighed.
"Okay, no. That's what we're not gonna do. Scott, I get you're upset about not being able to see her and what not, but come on. If it's going to help you for the better you can do it. I believe in you. We believe in you. You're strong, you can do this." I encouraged him.
"You're not gonna end up like Derek, all right?" Stiles said, earning a harsh glare from me. "We'll figure it out." He finished, ignoring the look I gave him.
"Kay." Scott said softly.
"Come on. Let's get out of here." Stiles said. We turned towards the door, me in-between the boys.
"Something smells terrible in here, anyway." Scott said.
"Really? In a boys' locker room? That doesn't make any sense at all." I said sarcastically. Stiles smirked and threw an arm over my shoulder.
"I knew there was a reason I loved you. Your sarcasm is the reason we're still friends." He said with a wide smile.
"No, it's like something is rotting or dying." Scott further explained. I just shrugged and followed them out into the hall, falling into step with the other students.
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"Let's go. Sit, sit, sit, sit, we got a lot to cover today. Let's go. Quicker." Coach said as he tossed a pile of books on his desk.
"Hey, Stiles, sit behind me, dude." Scott whisper yelled as we made way to our seats. Stiles turned turned and started to literally climb over the desk when Allison appeared and slammed her things down on the same desk. Behind Scott. Yay.
"Hey." Stiles said to her as he reversed his actions and plopped down behind me, giving Scott a 'what could I do?' shrug. Scott sighed and sat down, a pained look on his face.
"Hey," Allison said, leaning towards Scott. "I haven't seen you all day." She continued. I turned to look at Stiles, who was focused on Scott.
"Uh, yeah, I've been, uh, super busy." Scott stumbled over his words trying to think of a believable lie.
"When are you gonna get your phone fixed? I feel like Im totally disconnected from you." She asked him. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back, wishing I didn't have to deal with my brothers girlfriend drama.
"Uh, soon. Real soon." Scott lied not so smoothly.
"I changed lab partners, by the way." Allison told him and it took all I had no to groan out loud. She definitely wasn't going to make this easy for him.
"Oh. To who?" Scott asked obliviously.
I felt a flick on my nose and I opened my eyes to see Stiles' face right about mine with a goofy grin. I glared at him and turned around so I could face him.
"To you, dummy." Allison responded.
"This is awful." I whispered to Stiles, not taking my eyes off of the couple beside us.
"Tell me about it." He muttered.
"Me? I mean are you sure?" Scott asked, dumbfounded.
"Yeah. This way I have an excuse to bring you home and study." She said with a smirk. I grimaced, wanting to vomit at the thought of what those two did when they were 'studying'.
"Oh." Scott replied shortly.
"You don't mind do you?" She asked him, confusion lacing her voice due to Scotts lack on enthusiasm.
"I just— I don't want to bring your grade down." He replied, with a believable answer.
"Well, I mean, maybe I can bring your grade up. Come to my place tonight. 8:30?" She asked. Scott looked over at me and Stiles, both of us rapidly shaking our heads no. Allison looked over at us and we immediately stopped, giving her a bright smile.
"Tonight? Scott asked.
"8:30." Allison confirmed.
Coach thankfully interrupted their conversation by slamming yet another book down on top of the already large pile on his desk.
"Let's settle down. Let's start with a quick summary of last night's reading. Greenberg, put your hand down. Everybody knows you did the reading. How about, uh… McCall." Coach said. I quickly raised my hand. "Not you, female version. The other one." Coach quickly responded, already knowing my question.
"What?" Scott asked, looking up from his desk.
"The reading." Coach repeated.
"Last nights reading?" Scott asked stupidly. I signed and slid down in my seat.
"How about, uh, the reading of the Gettysburg Address?" Coach replied sarcastically.
"What?" Scott asked.
"Oh, boy." I muttered, knowing this wouldn't end well.
"That's sarcasm. You familiar with the term 'Sarcasm,' McCall?" Coach asked. Scott turned to look at Stiles and I.
"Very." He said before turning back to face Coach. I turned around and Stiles and I gave each other smug smiles.
"Did you do the reading or not?" Coach asked getting to the point. '
"Um… I— I think I forgot." Scott answered lamely.
"Nice work, McCall. It's not like you're not averaging a 'D' in this class. Come on, buddy. You know I can't keep you on the team if you have a 'D.' How about you summarize, uh, the previous night's reading?" Coach ranted. My eyes widened when I heard the beeping of the heart monitor start up. I turned to Stiles with a panicked expression, only to be met with a matching one.
"No? How about the, uh, the night before that?" Coach continued, the beeping getting faster and faster. I kept glancing between Scott and Stiles, hoping he could find a way to calm himself down. "How about you summarize anything you've ever read… In your entire life?" He continued, his voice getting louder with each word.
"I… uh…" Scott stuttered trying to make up an excuse.
"No? A blog? How about uh, how about, uh, the back of a cereal box? No? How about the adults only warning from your favorite website you visit every night? Anything? Thank you, McCall, thank you." Coach yelled and he smacked a desk. It was taking all I had to focus on his rant, due to the annoying beeping from the phone. "Thank you for extinguishing any last flicker of hope I have for your generation. You just blew it for everybody. Thanks. Next practice you can start with suicide runs. Unless that's too much reading. Everybody else, settle down." Coach finished.
I furrowed my brows as I looked at the phone, Scotts heart rate dropping steadily from 160. I looked up at Stiles who nudged his head towards the ground. I looked where he motioned and my eyes landed on Allison's hand gripping my brothers under the desk. I looked back up at Stiles my mouth hanging open, not believing what I was seeing.
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After class the three of us gathered our things and rushed from the room, knowing we had to talk about what happened.
"It's her." Stiles stated once we were in the hall.
"What do you mean?" Scott asked curiously.
"It's Allison. Remember what you told us about the night of the full moon? You were thinking about her, right? About protecting her." Stiles explained.
"Okay." Scott responded, wanting Stiles to continue.
"Remember the night of the first Lacrosse game? You said you could hear her voice out on the field." Stiles continued.
"Yeah, I did." Scott agreed.
"Well, that's what brought you back so you could score. And then after the game in the locker room, you didn't kill her. At least not like how you were trying to kill me and Addie. She brings you back, is what I'm saying." Stiles told him, finally getting to the point of what we had figured out.
"No, no, no that's not always true, because literally every time I'm kissing her or- or touching her…" Scott started, but I cut him off.
"No, that's not the same." I cut him off.
"Yeah, when you're doing that, you're just another hormonal teenager thinking about sex, you know?" Stiles pointed out.
When Scott didn't reply I looked up to see a dazed smirk on his face. I groaned in disgust.
"You're thinking about sex right now, aren't you?" I asked, smacking him on the chest.
"Yeah, sorry." He apologized, the goofy grin still on his face.
"That's fine. Look, back in the classroom when she was holding your hand, that was different, okay? I don't think she makes you weak. I- we, think she actually gives you control. She's kind of like an anchor." Stiles explained to him.
"You mean because I love her?" Scott asked.
"Exactly." Stiles agreed. Just then what my brother had said kicked in.
"Wait, what? Go back." I instructed.
"Did I just say that?" Scott asked himself.
"Yes, you just said that." Stiles replied, unamused.
"I love her." Scott repeated.
"That's great." Stiles answered. "Now, moving on…" He continued but was cut off by Scott.
"No, no, no, really. I think I'm totally in love with her." Scott said, a huge smile on his face.
"And that's beautiful. Now, before you go off and write a sonnet, can we figure this out please? Because you obviously can't be around her all the time." Stiles huffed, growing aggravated.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Sorry. So what do I do?" Scott asked, getting back to the main serious topic.
"I don't know. Yet." Stiles sighed. He turned around in a circle, and I could tell he was coming up with some kind of idea. It probably wasn't a good one.
"Oh, no. You're getting an idea, aren't you?" I asked him.
"Yeah." He replied.
"Is this idea going to get me in trouble?" Scott asked nervously.
"Maybe." Stiles said, not giving anything away.
"Is this idea gonna cause me physical pain?" Scott asked, rephrasing his question.
"Yeah, definitely. Come on." Stiles answered immediately.
For a moment I thought about just ditching the boys, but then again, I love seeing their idiotic plans fall apart. Also, they need at least one person who can actually talk to people without making themselves seem like an idiot. If they got in trouble, I could at least try to get them out of it, because if they tried themselves they'd end up in more trouble than when they started.
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"What are we doing?" Scott asked as we made our way into the parking lot.
"You'll see, hold on." Stiles replied as we walked up to a big black truck. "Okay. Stand right there. Do you have your keys? Perfect. Hold 'em up like so. Just like that. Now, whatever happens, just think about Allison. Try to find her voice like you did at the game. Got it?" Stiles asked, making sure Scott was still holding his keys up.
"Okay." Scott agreed reluctantly.
"Just… Keep holding it right there." Stiles reminded him.
Stiles turned and made his way towards the truck. I watched in awe as he took his keys out and scratch them against the side of the truck nonchalantly.
"Oh, dear God." I muttered to myself. I hurried over to where he was standing when he finished, knowing Scott was most likely about to get his ass handed to him.
"Hey, hey, hey, dude! What do you think you're doing to that truck, bro?" He yelled, getting the owners attention.
"What the hell?" The guy yelled, angrily making his way towards Scott.
"You're a terrible person for this, you know?" I asked my friend.
"Yep." He agreed.
I watched as Scott hurriedly put his keys in his pocket, his eyes wide with fear. I watched as the guy reared his arm back and punched Scott with all his might, sending my brother to the ground.
"Ow! My God. Wow." Stiles said, cringing.
Scott got back up and tackled the guy to the ground, the only sound now being their grunting. The guy uppercutted Scott, sending him flying back to the ground, as his friends how approached. They grabbed his feet and pulled him backwards, flipping him onto his back on the way. I watched in astonishment as the guy and his friends continued to beat my brother, feeling bad that I couldn't help him.
"Come on, stay calm. Stay calm." I whispered as Stiles and I looked to see how fast his heart rate was.
"Oh, that's not okay." Stiles cringed. "Scott. Come on, Buddy." He muttered. Stiles and I were too busy watching the phone to notice Mr. Harris approach.
"Hey, stop it right now." He yelled, causing the guys to flee. He walked up to Scott, looking down at him.
"Time to work your magic." Stiles whispered to me.
"What do you idiots think you're doing?" Harris asked. I looked over at Stiles who was just proudly holding up the phone that read a heart rate of 68. Wow.
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Well, as it turns out, I guess working my magic only gets me out of situations, because Scott and Sties were in detention while I waited on Scott outside. Of course Harris believed the two boys to be responsible for everything, and I to be innocent. Which actually wasn't so far off.
I stood up when the boys finally came out of the building, following Scott to moms car so we could go to the clinic. The car ride was mostly silent, both of us lost in ur own thoughts. Mine were on Derek. I hadn't talked to him all day, so I guess it was natural for me to wonder how and what he was doing.
When we pulled up to the clinic Scotts demeanor changed. He rushed out of the car and into the building, me following closely behind.
"What are you doing?" He yelled as he reached the main operation room. I ran up beside him, my eyes widening when I saw a very angry Derek and a tied up Deaton.
"Scott, Addie, get out of here!" Deaton yelled at us. I watched as Derek threw his arm back and slammed his fist into Deaton's face, causing me to cringe. Seeing your boyfriend with that about of anger is never a good sight, not to mention when he's beating someone up.
"Stop! Stop!" Scott yelled as he ran up and got in between Derek and Deaton.
"Look, when he's conscious, he can keep himself from healing, but unconscious, he can't." Derek told Scott.
"Are you out of your mind? What are you talking about?" Scott yelled at him.
"You want to know what the spiral means, Scott? It's our sign for a vendetta, for revenge. It means he won't stop killing until he's satisfied." Derek yelled back at him. I stood silently in the corner, not wanting to get in the middle of this, though I wish I could do something to calm Derek down a bit.
"You think he's the Alpha?" Scott asked in astonishment.
"We're about to find out." Derek replied, turning back towards the vet and lifting his fist to hit him again. Scott's hand shot out and caught Derek's arm before he could make contact with Deaton. When I looked back up at Scott he was fully wolfed out and growling at Derek. Derek took a step back with wide eyes, just as surprised as I was to see Scott so in control. I watched in awe as he slowly shifted back to his human form.
"Hit him again, and then you'll see me get angry." Scott told him. I took a seat on one of the chairs in the corner, trying my best to stay out of it. Finally Derek sighed and looked around Scott to me, giving me a small smile. I returned the gesture, motioning for him to come to me.
He did so slowly until he was standing directly in front of me. He reached out and pulled me up out of the chair and into his arms. I leaned my head against his chest and felt his heartbeat slow down just the tiniest bit, causing a small smile to come over my face. He placed a small kiss on the top of my head before pulling away and turning back to my brother, who had gathered medical supplied and started to clean Deaton's wounds.
"Do you have a plan?" Derek asked as he walked up to Scott.
"Just give me an hour." Scott said, buying himself some time.
"Then what?" Derek asked.
"Meet me at the school. In the parking lot." Scott said, his voice soft. Derek turned and walked out of the room. Scott looked at me and I shrugged. I wasn't in the mood to deal with two angry guys, sue me.
An hour later Stiles, Scott, and I were puling up to the school. You know, as if we already didn't spend enough time here. We quickly piled out of the Jeep and met at the back.
"This is a terrible idea." I clarified, just so they knew my stance on this.
"Yeah, I know." Scott said.
"But we're still gonna do it?" Stiles asked.
"Can you think of something better?" Scott replied.
"Well, personally I'm a fan of ignoring a problem until eventually it just goes away." Stiles informed us, causing me to snicker a bit. Scott sighed.
"Just make sure we can get inside." Scott told our friend.
"He's here." I told them as Stiles pulled a pair of bolt cutters from the back of the Jeep.
"Where's my boss?" Scott asked as we made our way to the Camaro.
"He's in the back." Derek replied. Stiles walked over to get a better look at Deaton, who was laying at an odd angle in the back seat.
"Oh, well, he looks comfortable." Stiles said as he and Scott turned to make their way into the school.
"Wait, hey. What are you doing?" Derek asked them.
"You said he was the Alpha. I'm gonna see if you're right." Scott said as they continued towards the school.
After they had disappeared into the school I walked up and wrapped my arms around Derek, under his jacket basking in his warmth. In the chaos of today, I had forgotten to grab a jacket and the night air had quite the chill to it.
"You cold?" He asked softly. I nodded. He gently pulled his jacket off and set it over my shoulders.
"Won't you get chilly?" I asked, looking up at him.
"I'll be alright. I don't want you getting sick." He said wrapping his arms around me. I grinned at him as I lifted myself up on the tips of my toes, pressing my lips against his. After a few moments we pulled apart, me resting my head back against his chest, which had seemingly become it's favorite place.
The comforting silence was interrupted by a God awful screeching coming from the school intercom. I furrowed my brows and looked up at a now frustrated Derek.
"You've got to be kidding me." He huffed, pulling away from me.
"What?" I asked, still not sure what had just happened.
"That was your brothers attempt at a howl." He said. I know it wasn't the proper time, but I coulnd't help myself and I burst out laughing.
"Oh, my God, he's never going to hear the end of that one from me. That was gold." I said through my laughing. Sadly though, my laughter was cut short when a ferocious growl sounded through the speakers, ratting the school windows.
When they emerged through the doors and into the parking lot, a very pissed off Derek met them half way.
"I'm going to kill both of you. What the hell was that? What are you trying to do, attract the entire state to the school?" Derek asked them.
"Sorry. I didn't know it would be that loud." Scott said sheepishly, yet proudly.
"Yeah, it was loud. And it was awesome!" Stiles said excitedly.
"Shut up." Derek said.
"Don't be such a sour wolf." Stiles shot back, earning a smack from my brother and a glare from me.
"What did you do with him? Addie, what did he do?" Scott asked, looking at the Camaro.
"What?" Derek asked, spinning to look at his car. The two of us looked at each other with confused glances when we saw the passenger door was open and Deaton was gone. "I didn't do anything" Derek told them. '
"He's right. I was here the whole time. We didn't move." I said as I walked over to them.
Just then a low growl sounded through the parking lot. Scott grabbed my arm and pulled me close to him.
The next thing I know Derek is being lifted into the air with blood spurting out of his mouth. My eyes widened as tears burned into my eyes. I took off towards him but was suddenly jerked backwards as Scott hauled us towards the school. I made the mistake of looking back right as the Alpha threw Derek through the air, a scream coming from me as I watched my boyfriend hit a wall and fall limply to the ground, unmoving.
Scott and Stiles had now pulled us into the school, the two boys holding the doors closed while I slid down the wall, tears streaming down my face, not wanting to believe that I just saw Derek die. No. No, I couldn't believe that. I had to believe that he was alive. He had to be, right?
All right you guys, please don't kill me. I don't even have a great excuse for why I've been gone for so long, but I am sorry. It's currently 4:30 in the morning and I just finished this chapter, so I hope that counts for something lol. Anyway, I love you all to the moon and back and I hope you didn't forget about me ;). I fully hope you liked this chapter, and let me know what you thought about it. I PROMISE I will be back soon. Love you!