Marcus... Marcus... Marcus... Hope you enjoy or at least try to with this asshole prancing around in the chapter :s
By the time Sam had finally reached the field, the team was already starting to warm-up. She dumped her shoes on the ground, still in annoyance. Allison, who was stretching beside her, noticed her best friend's heated face. "Hey what's wrong?" she asked, looking very concerned.
"I'll tell you later" was all Sam could manage to say.
Across the grass, the lacrosse team was putting up the goalie nets and setting up for their practice. On the nearby bench, Scott and Stiles were putting on their gloves and talking amongst themselves.
"…So they knew" Scott said.
"Yes Scott, they knew we were hiding down the hallway and spying on Marcus" Stiles repeated with a sigh.
"Really?"
"Yeah. And it was full-proof plan!" he said disappointed. "They must have super hearing or something."
"No Stiles, I'm pretty sure that's just me" Scott said smiling.
"So I guess there really is no end to you gloating about you werewolf powers, is there?"
Scott laughed, and then began to banter back with Stiles when someone suddenly spoke from behind them. "McCall! Stilinski! How many times do I have to tell you losers, the cheer team is over there."
The boys turned their heads only to find Jackson looking back at them menacingly. No big surprise there. "Sorry Jackson, I couldn't hear you over my co-captain title" Scott said. A smile appeared on Stiles' face along with his best friend's while Jackson clenched his jaw.
"Make the most of it, McCall," Jackson said, "There's always new players coming in." And just then, as if it were rehearsed, Marcus walked over to them. "You guys met Marcus, right? Or was it decided that you'd just spy on him from down the hall instead?"
"Alright! We get it! It was a horrible plan!" Stiles exclaimed, annoyed.
"No Jackson, I actually met Allison and Sam first" Marcus said with a smug expression. Scott and Stiles angrily narrowed their eyes at the boy in sudden alertness at the sound of the girls' names. "They're… something" he said in approval, "Especially her."
The three other boys followed Marcus' gaze over to the other side of the field. All their eyes rested on Sam as she sat on the grass and was doing her splits. She glanced up and then did a double take once she noticed all of them looking at her. As soon as her golden eyes met Marcus' blue ones she gave him a cold glare.
With that, Stiles' eyebrows pulled downward and his lips pressed together to form a thin line. His gut feeling was right after all. He knew this guy was after Sam. "Hey! Eyes over here" he said, irritated with the fact that Marcus had just been checking her out.
"Believe me, it's hard to. She's hot with a side feisty. I can't help it if that's the way she is" Marcus said back.
"Okay, listen. She's not some kind of meal you order at a restaurant, alright? She's a girl, MY girl" Stiles stated, fuming.
"Not for long, I can tell you that."
"Don't forget, there's Allison too" Jackson added just to toy around with Scott as well. Scott gave him a hard look as if to say 'don't get me started.' "But then again, why have one when you can have two" Jackson stated with a smirk. Marcus gave an obnoxious nod.
Stiles let out an angry huff. "What makes you think I'd ever let you get anywhere near Sam?" he asked Marcus.
"Hmm? Well, I guess the fact that when we were talking by her locker just now, I didn't see you anywhere nearby" Marcus said with a smug expression.
By now, Stiles' blood was beyond its boiling point and his temper had taken a toll to the worst. He began to take off one of his lacrosse gloves as he glowered at the blue-eyed boy.
Scott noticed this became tense, "Stiles, what are you doing?"
"Nothing" he quickly replied and then directed himself toward Marcus, "You know what? You should be glad- no ecstatic!- that I wasn't there earlier, because… I would have done something like this-" At that moment, Stiles' hand was already balled into a fist and set to take a swing. Scott knew right away what his best friend was planning on doing, and so he quickly grabbed Stiles and held him back.
To Scott's and Stiles' surprise Jackson was holding Marcus back just as he was trying to get his hands on Stiles. Marcus' breathing was heavy and his shoulders were heaving up and down. From the corner of Scott's eye he saw Coach Finstock jogging up to them. And then, in what seemed like a split second, the boys noticed Marcus' eyes flash a different colour than the bright blue they once were.
"Alright, water break everyone!" Lydia announced.
All the girls started heading back towards the school for the water fountain including Lydia, but Allison and Sam had other plans for this little time they had for themselves. The girls both got a hold on her. "Whoa, hey!" she exclaimed as they turned her around by the shoulders.
"We really need to talk" Allison stated.
"Yeah and no more of that switching from one emotion to another thing 'cause frankly it's giving me whiplash" Sam added.
"What?"
"C'mon Lydia, we know you know something about what's going on" Allison said.
"What are you talking about?" Lydia said while her eyes looked everywhere except at Allison and Sam.
"Save the act, Lydia. Just please, I beg of you, tell us what you know" Allison said.
Lydia just gave a helpless look towards the two of them and then let her eyes wander off to the other side of the field until something caught her attention. The strawberry-blonde haired girl kept her gaze locked at the far distance which made Allison and Sam turn around and see what she was looking at.
They all got a clear view of Coach Finstock standing between Stiles and Scott, and Marcus and Jackson in what seemed to be a fight or what could have been. Coach was yelling at all of them while each boy had a different expression playing out on their face like a movie. Scott looked somewhat relieved, while Stiles looked conflicted. Jackson was stiff and Marcus, exasperated.
Through all that was going on on the lacrosse side of the field, Stiles somehow managed to find Sam's face. He looked at her, his eyes filled with a mix of pain and anger. Sam found herself wanting nothing more than to run over to him, seeing as though it physically hurt her seeing him in that awful state.
Lydia turned back to the girls and saw this moment as an opportunity. "…Okay pay attention. This may be the only time I can tell you" Lydia said hurriedly.
"Huh?-"
"Just shut up and listen" Lydia said cutting Allison off. Sam ripped her eyes off Stiles and turned her head. "It's Derek. He has Jackson and, just recently, he got Marcus too. Their using me as bait to get you both next. Sammy, mostly."
That caused Sam to go completely blank faced while Allison swallowed a dry lump in her throat.
"And there's-" she began again but abruptly stopped once she noticed the boys dispersing and continuing on with their practice across the grass. "Don't say anything, this never happened" she finally ended off and walked toward the other cheerleaders who were now coming back out. Sam and Allison just stood there processing what had just come out of Lydia's mouth.
After that, both lacrosse and cheer practice couldn't have gone by any slower. Everyone had just wanted to sit down and spill everything right then and there on the table. Allison and Sam were coming out of the girl's locker room when they immediately spotted Scott and Stiles. They rushed over to them. "What happened with you guys outside?" Allison asked the boys, worried.
"It was nothing" Stiles replied with a blank face. Scott and Allison slowly accepted his answer while Sam did not. Allison started asking Scott something else just as Sam was determined to get a real answer out of Stiles. 'You okay?' she mouthed, looking up at him with a worrisome expression. 'I'm fine' he mouthed back with a small nod.
"Oh and… we talked to Lydia" Allison started, "She told us some… things."
"So, tell us what she said" Scott asked, eager.
She sighed, "She couldn't tell us everything probably because Jackson and Marcus could have potentially overheard her, but for the most part she told us stuff that we already knew were true, like how Derek and Jackson are involved in all this and are using Lydia as bait. Oh, and Marcus is in on this too by the way."
"Makes sense," Stiles added, "We almost saw him shift on the field."
"I had a feeling he'd be one" Sam stated aloud. "That probably means he's part of Derek's growing pack along with Jackson.
"Right. Anything else she said?" Scott asked.
Allison looked over at Sam, not wanting to tell the boys the last piece of information they had been told earlier. "Lydia also… well she said that… they-"
Sam took a breath and decided to just say it. At least then there wouldn't have to be another burden she'd have to carry along with her. "Lydia said they're trying get a hold of us both next, whatever that exactly means. Me mostly though… for some odd reason."
A layer of silence set in as the girls looked over at the boys. Scott had quietly turned angry just as Stiles opened and shut his eyes, shaking his head from side to side. Well it was for certain now, Stiles thought. Sam's their main target.
"So this whole time when we could have been making a plan to protect you two or to get you out of here, instead we were trying figure out what those stupid symbols meant?" Scott said.
Allison tried to calm Scott down, "No, not necessarily, I think the symbols are still the only way we can figure out why Derek wants us-"
"But that wasn't what we should've been paying attention to. This whole time you guys were an open target when clearly you should've been protected, especially Sam" Stiles said frustrated.
"Right" Scott agreed, "From here on out we have to take shifts keeping an eye on you two."
Allison quickly began to protest. "No! You don't have to do that!" she exclaimed.
"Yes, we do" Scott stated. The couple began to bicker back and forth, clearly on different ends of the spectrum on the matter.
Stiles looked over at Sam who was watching Allison and Scott argue as if she was a child watching her parents fight. Also, it'd scared him seeing her that awfully quiet. "Sam?" he called out. This caused Allison and Scott to slowly stop and look over at Stiles and then at Sam.
Sam's golden eyes glanced over at everyone while everyone was looking over at her, waiting for her input on all of this. "I still think Allison should be protected -" Allison tried to interject but her best friend gave her a look. "But that's just because you haven't finished all your training yet. As for me, I think I should be the only one making that decision for myself."