[1x02; Second Chance at First Line]
"Did Scott apologize yet?" Olivia asked Allison, briefly glancing at the taller girl as she opened her locker.
Allison sighed loudly. "No, not yet," she leaned against the locker next to Olivia's. "But he messaged me last period. I guess he wants to talk."
Olivia hummed. "Maybe you should," she shrugged when Allison gave her a questioning look. "He looked sick when he left the party. He probably didn't want to leave you."
Of course, Olivia knew exactly why Scott left the party so early but she couldn't exactly tell Allison the truth. She was an Argent and just because she was really nice didn't mean she didn't hunt supernatural creatures as a side hobby. If it got out that Scott was a werewolf, he'd most likely be dead the next day.
"I guess," Allison said quietly, looking at her phone when it buzzed. "My dad's here. Can I call you later? To tell you about Scott?"
"Yeah, of course," Olivia nodded with a small smile. "See you tomorrow."
Allison beamed at her and left with a wave, leaving Olivia by herself.
She didn't want to get too close to Allison but she turned out to be a really sweet girl so far. Olivia was making sure that she was guarded when getting to know her, but it didn't mean they couldn't be friends. Plus, Lydia liked Allison, too, and it'd be weird if she didn't hang around them without an explanation.
Olivia focused back on her locker, pulling out her chemistry textbook so she could do the homework that Mr. Harris had assigned her class.
"I know what you're up to!"
Olivia jumped, startled, and turned to Stiles, eyes wide. Stiles stood with his hands on his hips, already dressed in his lacrosse pads and practice jersey, his whiskey eyes narrowed at her.
"You scared me," she scolded him. "What am I up to again?"
All day Stiles and Scott had glared at her during the classes they shared. She had an idea of why there were angry—Derek had told her that he didn't deny biting Scott when he was confronted by the new beta, which was an idiot move—but if they would just let her clear up Derek's shady actions, everything would be fine.
"You and your cousin," Stiles hissed, faltering a little when Olivia's pursed her lips at him. She was just too damn beautiful. "He bit Scott and now he wants Scott to follow him around and do all kinds of stuff."
Olivia furrowed her eyebrows and closed her locker so she could face Stiles head on. "Okay, Derek didn't bite Scott."
"Uh-huh, sure," Stiles huffed.
"He didn't," Olivia pressed, growing irritated. "And I'm not planning anything. I just wanted to help, Derek went rogue."
"Rogue?"
"Yeah," Olivia nodded. "He was supposed to help Scott, not antagonize him," she shrugged, hoisting her bag on her shoulder. "but Scott made it through all right, right? I mean, Derek helped him get away from the hunters."
Stiles scoffed. "Yeah, he sure was helpful."
Olivia rolled her eyes. "I think you hate Derek for no reason. He didn't do anything wrong."
"He killed that girl, Olivia!" Stiles protested, throwing his hands up in exasperation.
Of course she'd protect her family, he thought.
Olivia stiffened, her lips pressed in a firm line. Stiles was startled to see her blue eyes start to water.
Stiles sighed, mad at himself for making her cry. "Liv—"
"Derek didn't kill anyone," she said lowly, interrupting Stiles.
"Look, I know you want to protect him, but—"
"You don't know anything, Stiles!" she exclaimed, cutting him off again. "You think you do, but you don't!"
"Fine!"
"Fine!"
Olivia angrily turned away from the infuriating boy and stomped down the hallway, disappointed in herself for getting so angry. She wasn't the stoic, calm Olivia that she usually was and it was bugging her.
Still, she couldn't help herself when Stiles mentioned Laura. He didn't know anything. Derek would never in a million years kill his big sister. The only reason that he and Scott thought that was because they didn't think to ask questions. They just assumed.
And that angered her because she and Derek were the ones offering to help Scott out. Sure, Derek went a little off the rails, but Scott nor Allison were hurt.
Her phone buzzed angrily in her pocket; she looked at it, not surprised to see that Derek was calling her.
She sighed and answered the call, "Hello?"
"Get out to the lacrosse field," Derek said quickly. "We need to watch Scott."
"Hello to you, too," Olivia grumbled. "I don't know why I have to watch Scott. You're there, there's no need for me to be."
"I need you here because I'm a twenty-three-year-old man on a high school campus," Derek hissed. "I look creepy."
Despite her bad mood, Olivia giggled. "You always look creepy, Der. I'll be there in a few minutes."
"Hurry."
Olivia quickly sent a text to Lydia, telling her that she was getting a ride with Derek, and shoved her phone into her pocket. She made her way over to the practice lacrosse field, not surprised to see that practice had already started.
Jackson was picking up a long stick and getting into position when she reached where Derek was standing next to the bleachers.
"Anything so far?" she asked her cousin, looking out over the players. Her eyes caught the back of Stiles' jersey and she huffed, cursing the fact that she actually thought he looked attractive in his uniform.
"Nope," Derek answered, his leather-covered arms crossed over his chest. "Scott's a little dazed but I don't know why."
As if proving Derek right, Scott ran from the line of players, trying to score a goal, and was immediately tackled by Jackson. Olivia watched carefully as Coach went over to talk some sense into Scott, hoping that his temper wouldn't get out of control.
Scott stalked back to the line as Coach declared that he was having another turn.
"This isn't gonna be good."
"No shit."
Scott sprinted toward Jackson and Olivia winced in sympathy as Scott rammed into him, roughly tackling him to the ground. Jackson let out a loud yelp and rolled around in pain, clutching his shoulder. Scott landed a few feet away, his hands gripping his helmet.
"Should we do something?" Olivia asked anxiously as Stiles ran up to Scott.
"Probably."
Olivia's eyes met Stiles' as he ushered Scott away from the field and she couldn't help but gulp as she saw the panicked look on his face.
"Are you going to help them?" Olivia looked at Derek.
"You go, they trust you more than they trust me."
"But—"
What could she do against a newly-turned werewolf?
"They're heading to the locker room," Derek informed her, using his enhanced hearing. "Get the fire extinguisher. It should distract him."
"Derek—"
"Just go, Ollie," he urged her. "You can do it."
Olivia nodded reluctantly and ran toward the boys' locker room. As she entered the door just off the room, she could hear low growling and panicked yelps. The latter, she assumed, was Stiles.
She peeked into the locker room and was met with the sight of Stiles running away from a fully-transitioned Scott. The spastic boy bumped into numerous lockers as he tried to get away from his best friend, who was on top of the lockers and glaring down at him with golden eyes.
"Stiles!" Olivia called, getting his attention as she grabbed the fire extinguisher off the wall.
Stiles jerked his head in her direction. "Olivia, what are you doing?!"
Olivia gestured for him to come her way and, in lieu of other options, he cooperated. Just as he passed her, she sprayed the fire extinguisher, aiming it at Scott, who had followed him over.
While Scott flailed around in the icy foam, Olivia grabbed Stiles' elbow and dragged him into the hallway.
Stiles slumped against the wall and looked up at Olivia, breathing heavily.
"Why did you—what—how—?"
"Well, I wasn't going to leave you to die," Olivia said simply, shrugging lightly. Stiles smiled, flattered, but it fell when she narrowed her eyes at him. "I'm still mad at you."
Stiles huffed and got to his feet. "I'm still mad at you."
"Good."
"Fine."
"You should probably check on Scott," Olivia pointed out, annoyed. She shoved the fire extinguisher into his arms. "Take care of that, would you?"
She promptly turned away, her high-heeled ankle boots making a slight clicking sound as she left the school. Heading out to the practice field to see about Jackson, she pulled out her phone and called Lydia to tell her what happened.
Olivia sat next to Lydia in the waiting room of the hospital, both of them waiting for Jackson to be released so they could take him home. His parents, the busy lawyers they were, couldn't be bothered to check him out of the hospital, so it was down to Lydia and Olivia to make sure he got home safely.
In all honesty, Olivia felt sorry for Jackson. He worked really hard to be the best at lacrosse—he was the youngest captain in their school's history because he was a damn good player—and then all of a sudden, Scott shows up, using his enhanced senses and stamina to get onto first line. And, yeah, Jackson can be a dick sometimes, but now his shoulder was fucked up because of Scott.
Which brought on a whole new set of insecurities for Jackson.
Believe it or not, Olivia and Jackson were good friends. He was probably her closest friend other than Lydia and she was one of the only people who could tolerate him besides Lydia and his best friend, Danny. Oliva could understand Jackson—he was adopted, so he felt like he was abandoned by his biological parents and betrayed by his adoptive parents, and he felt like he had to be the best at everything. She could relate. She wasn't adopted but she did live with her aunt and cousin who was talented at everything she tried. Olivia constantly felt like she had to be on top of things to even compete with Lydia.
Lydia sighed anxiously from beside her, her legs bouncing up and down in an unusual show of nerves.
"I can't believe his shoulder is separated," she huffed. She looked at Olivia with wide eyes. "Do you think he'll be able to play?"
"I don't know," Olivia frowned. "Maybe with a cortisone shot…Let's just hope that he'll be okay."
"Yeah," Lydia agreed, her usual bitchy demeanor that she put on for the people at school long gone. At this point, she was just worried about Jackson and how he was going to react to his injury.
Olivia smiled slightly and grabbed Lydia's hand, knowing that this was hard for her. At first, Lydia and Jackson started going out for the popularity but now she could tell that there were real feelings between them.
Lydia squeezed her hand and sent her a grateful smile.
The moment was ruined when Olivia's phone rang. Rolling her eyes, she pulled the phone out of her purse and glared at the caller ID that told her Stiles was calling her.
"What?" she huffed into the phone.
"Uh, hey, this is Stiles," Stiles squeaked nervously. "Um, Stiles Stilinski. You know—"
"Yes, I know who you are, Stiles," Olivia rolled her eyes, though she did find his rambling kind of cute. Kind of. "What did you need? I thought you didn't trust me?"
"It's not that I don't trust you," Stiles tried to explain. "I mean, I want to trust you. I just don't trust Derek—"
"Stiles."
"Right, okay," Stiles sighed. "I was calling to see how Jackson's doing."
Olivia exhaled heavily, ignoring Lydia's questioning look. "Not good, honestly. His shoulder is separated."
"Oh. Is he gonna be able to play?"
"We don't know right now," Olivia admitted.
She looked at Lydia when she felt her prodding her arm, and sat up straight when she saw Jackson being rolled into the waiting room by a nurse. She nodded at Lydia, silently telling her that she'd grab her purse.
"Look, I have to go, Stiles, Jackson's out of the hospital," she told Stiles.
"All right, thanks for the info. See ya."
"Bye."
Olivia grabbed Lydia's purse and swung it over her shoulder with her own bag before walking over to Jackson.
"Hey, bud," she patted his head, seeing that he looked pretty high from the painkillers that the doctors gave him. "How are you doing?"
Jackson just huffed, obviously angry.
"Don't antagonize him," Lydia scolded her, helping Jackson stand up from the wheelchair. "Let's get you home."
"So, Scott apologized and…?"
Lydia and Allison looked up at Olivia's question, the three of them sprawled on Olivia's king-sized bed, doing their homework. They all had beauty masks plastered on their faces in preparation for their sleepover and when they finished their homework, they had plans to do manicures.
"And I was going to give him another shot," Allison said, frowning. "But he was acting weird after lunch."
Olivia furrowed her eyebrows. "Really?"
What was wrong with Scott now?
"Yeah," Allison nodded. "He was asking all these questions about your cousin driving me home from the party. It was really intense."
"Hmm."
"He was probably jealous," Lydia said matter-of-factly. "I mean, I was introducing you to some of the players on the team. That's what he gets for not playing in the game tomorrow."
Olivia frowned and circled the answer of the last question on her history homework, shutting her textbook. She knew Derek had given Scott pretty strict orders to not play the game tomorrow but Lydia had also given him a stern scolding. When Lydia told her that she threatened to introduce Allison to other players on the team, Olivia figured that Scott was going to do anything to play in the game.
"Maybe," Allison shrugged. "He was just acting weird."
"Well, I think Scott's always been weird," Olivia excused Scott. The least she could do was try to help his relationship with Allison. Even though it was like a Romeo and Juliet kind of thing, she knew Scott and Allison really liked each other.
"Absolutely," Lydia agreed, giggling. "His friend, Miles, or something, came up to me while I was at the hospital with Jackson. He kept rambling about something but I was on the phone with Macy's customer service, so I didn't catch anything he said."
Olivia and Allison chuckled, both of them knowing from experience how weird Stiles could be.
A knock on Olivia's door caught them off guard, causing their giggles to die. Natalie, Lydia's mom and Olivia's aunt, popped her head into the room.
"Girls, Lisa's here to take me to book club," she told Olivia and Lydia with a smile. "If you're going to drink the wine in the fridge, I don't want you going anywhere, you understand?"
"Okay, Aunt Nat," Olivia agreed with a smile, though was wasn't intending on drinking. "Have fun."
"Bye, Mom," Lydia added with a wave.
"Love you girls."
As Natalie shut the door, Allison turned to her friends, shocked. "Your mom lets you drink?"
"As long as we're safe, she doesn't mind," Lydia answered nonchalantly. "I'm sure she did worse when she was a teenager."
Olivia snickered, having heard many of her aunt's wild stories from high school.
"Wow."
"Well, I'm done with homework," Lydia declared, shutting her notebook. "Who's ready for manicures?"
Olivia and Allison exchanged grins.
Stiles and Scott watched quietly as Derek Hale stormed out of his fire-ruined house and into his Camaro, pulling away shortly after. They waited another five minutes in case he returned before pulling up to the house.
They were on a mission to uncover the other half of the dead body. Scott, who had visited Derek earlier in the day, had caught the scent of human blood buried in the front yard of the old Hale house and immediately called Stiles. Together, they went to the hospital so Scott could match the scent to the other half of the body located in the morgue. Unfortunately, they matched.
Stiles just felt bad for Olivia. She was so adamant that Derek hadn't killed anyone, yet the evidence was right in his front yard.
Stiles killed the engine of his jeep and he and Scott climbed out, grabbing the shovels from the back. As they walked over to where Scott said the body was buried, Scott stopped in his tracks.
"Wait, something's different," he declared, inhaling deeply through his nose.
"Different how?"
"I don't know," Scott shook his head with a sigh. "Let's just get this over with."
The two of them buried their shovels into the grave and started digging. Luckily, the dirt was still loose from being buried, so it was easier to dig than they expected. They spent a half-hour scooping up dirt and throwing it behind them, trying to find the body.
Stiles tried not to think about the dead girl that was buried where he was digging. He couldn't imagine a family member being murdered, cut in half, and then buried in the yard of a deranged werewolf. Sure, his mom died, but at least he knew what happened to her. This girl's family probably had no idea.
Scott exhaled loudly and wiped his sweaty brow. "This is taking way too long."
Stiles rolled his eyes. "Just keep going."
"What if he comes back?"
"Then we get the hell out of here," Stiles answered simply, continuing to dig away at the grave.
"What if he catches us?"
"I have a plan for that."
Scott raised his eyebrows at Stiles, waiting to hear his plan. "Which is?"
"You run one way, I run the other," Stiles replied. "Whoever he catches first, too bad."
Scott huffed. "I hate that plan."
Stiles shook his head and went to bury his shovel in more dirt, only to stop when his shovel came in contact with something firm. "Stop, stop, stop," he ordered Scott, throwing his shovel out of the grave.
They both bent down, using their hands to brush away the rest of the dirt covering the body. They found the body wrapped in a large tarp and tied with several knots of rope that they quickly got to work trying to untie.
"Hurry," Scott urged, scrambling to untie the rope.
"I'm trying!" Stiles snapped. "Did he have to tie the thing in, like, a thousand knots?"
Eventually, they untied the last knot and pulled away the tarp. They screamed when they saw the body, jumping out of the grave entirely.
There, where there was supposed to be the half body of a girl, was a dead wolf.
"What the fuck is that?" Stiles shrieked, pointing at the black wolf.
"It's a wolf," Scott said obviously, peering at it curiously.
Stiles scoffed. "Yeah, I can see that," he rolled his eyes. "I thought you said you smelled blood. As in human blood."
Scott shrugged and defended himself, "I told you something was different."
Stiles shook his head. "This doesn't make any sense."
"We gotta get out of here," Scott changed the subject as he looked around, worried that Derek was going to come out of the darkness and murder them too.
"Yeah," Stiles agreed. "Okay, help me cover this up…" he trailed off as he caught sight of a purple flower a couple of inches away from the grave.
"What's wrong?" Scott asked, noticing his distracted gaze.
"You see that flower?" he pointed to the flower; Scott looked at it.
"What about it?"
"I think it's wolfsbane," Stiles said, shifting onto his knees so he could crawl over to it.
"What's that?"
"Uh, haven't you ever seen The Wolf Man?" Stiles asked his best friend. Scott shook his head, looking confused. "Lon Chaney Junior? Claude Rains? The original, classic werewolf movie?"
"No!" Scott exclaimed, exasperated.
Stiles sighed and shook his head. He couldn't believe how unprepared Scott was when it came to his lycanthropy. "You are so unprepared for this."
He crawled toward the flower and pulled it out of the ground, surprised to see that it was attached to a length of rope. He pulled at the rope, letting it lead him around the grave several times. As the rope ran out, Scott called his name.
He looked down and jumped, startled to see that the wolf had turned into a girl. "Holy shit!"
Stiles walked purposely toward the cruiser that one of his dad's deputies' put Derek in. He waved at Scott, who waited by his jeep, and looked around, hoping that all the police officers were busy, before he opened the passenger side door and slipped into the car.
Derek was seated in the backseat, already glaring at him through the metal grate that separated them.
"Okay, just so you know, I'm not afraid of you," Stiles lied, trying to seem tough. He faltered as Derek's glare hardened even more. "Okay, maybe I am," he admitted shaking his head. "Doesn't matter. I just wanna know something. The girl you killed? She was a werewolf but she was a different kind, wasn't she?"
Derek stared straight at Stiles, making him squirm.
"I mean, she could turn herself into an actual wolf and I know Scott can't do that," he continued. "Is that why you killed her?"
"Why are you so worried about me when it's your friend who's the problem?" Derek asked lowly, glancing through the window at Scott. He turned back to Stiles. "When he shifts on the field, what do you think they're gonna do, just keep cheering him on?"
Stiles gulped, realizing that what Derek was saying actually made sense.
"I can't stop him from playing but you and Olivia can," Derek said firmly, leaning forward. "And trust me, you want to."
Before Stiles could even reply or admit that maybe Derek was right, the door opened and he was pulled from the vehicle. His dad dragged him a few feet away from the car and gave him a disappointed look.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Noah demanded as Stiles rotated his arm where he grabbed him.
"I'm just trying to help," Stiles declared.
"Okay, well, how about you help me understand exactly how you came across this."
Stiles sighed loudly. "We were looking for Scott's inhaler."
"Which he dropped when?"
Stiles shrugged. "The other night."
"The other night when you were out here looking for the first half of the body," Noah stated dryly, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Yes."
"The night that you told me you were alone and Scott was at home."
"Yes," Stiles winced, realizing that he was caught in a lie. "No. Oh crap."
"So, you lied to me."
"That depends on how you define lying," Stiles pointed at his dad.
Noah pursed his lips. "Well, I define it as not telling the truth. How do you define it?"
"Uh, reclining your body in a horizontal position?" Stiles stated, waving his hands horizontally to emphasis his point.
Noah rolled his eyes. "Get the hell out of here, would you?"
Stiles nodded. "Absolutely."
As Stiles walked away from his dad and toward his jeep, he saw Olivia and her aunt talking to a deputy. He gulped when she looked his way, practically shrinking under the heat of her glare.
He didn't like being the subject of Olivia's ire, but he consoled himself. At least she now knew the truth about her cousin being a murderous werewolf.
Olivia was going to kill Stiles Stilinski and Scott McCall.
Not only had they gotten Derek arrested, which was a problem all by itself, but they dug up Laura's body. They dug up her dead cousin from her resting place and now the police had it in their custody.
So, now Olivia had to explain to Natalie about how Laura was murdered and that Derek was back in town and she had to see about hiring a lawyer that wasn't her uncle—he didn't particularly like the Hale family—to defend him. She knew that the least he'd be charged with was obstruction of justice and maybe defiling a crime scene but that was way better than going to jail for murder—which he didn't do.
Natalie didn't explicitly know about werewolves but she knew that the Hale family was a lot weirder than the other families that lived in Beacon Hills. She knew and liked Derek, though, so she was happy to help Olivia contact a lawyer on Derek's behalf. Olivia had spent all afternoon, trying to convince Jackson's dad to take his case before Lydia pulled her away for the lacrosse game.
The game was the last thing on her mind and she definitely didn't want to see Stiles and Scott but she knew Derek would want her to be there in case something happened.
So, she bundled up for the game, walking toward the field with Lydia, both of them carrying the large, glittery signs they made for Jackson.
Lydia practically shoved the sign she was carrying at Olivia when she saw Scott. Olivia rolled her eyes and followed her cousin as she marched over to the new werewolf to give him a piece of her mind.
"Olivia, hey," Stiles walked over to her.
"Don't talk to me," she said flatly, looking around for an excuse to walk away.
She didn't hate Stiles but she did have a reason to be mad at him. If he had just listened to her, maybe Derek wouldn't be in jail right now.
"Look, I'm sorry that Derek killed that girl, Livvy, but shouldn't be mad at me."
"One, don't call me that," Olivia stepped toward Stiles, her head tilted so she could look him in the eye. "Two, Derek didn't kill her, okay? I told you that."
Stiles put his hands up defensively. "How can you believe that? He buried her in his front yard."
Olivia shook her head. She didn't know why she was even bothering to try to get him to come to his senses. He obviously wasn't going to listen to what she was saying.
"Whatever, Stiles," she stepped away from him, relieved to see that Lydia was done speaking to Scott.
Lydia grabbed her arm as she approached her. "Let's sit with Allison and her dad," she pointed up the bleachers where the two Argents sat.
"Um, okay," Olivia nodded hesitantly.
Now she had to sit with an Argent hunter? Her day was going so smoothly.
"Lydia, Olivia," Allison beamed at them as they climbed up the bleachers to the row where she and her father were seated. "This is my dad, Chris."
Chris smiled politely at them and even though she was pure human, Olivia couldn't help but shiver in fright. "Nice to meet you girls."
"You too," Lydia shook his hand while Olivia nodded politely. Lydia turned to Olivia, trying to decide which one of them should sit next to Allison. "You should sit in the middle since you're the shortest. Allison and I can hold up the sign above you."
"Sure," Olivia agreed, quickly sitting next to Allison as Lydia settled on her other side. "Excited for your first lacrosse game?" she asked Allison.
Allison grinned. "Definitely."
The whistle was blown and the players of both teams ran onto the field. Jackson faced off with the other team's forward, both of them crouching for the beginning play. The referee blew his whistle and the game began, Jackson scooping up the ball before the other player had a chance.
The ball was thrown between the players like a hot potato, each one of them avoiding Scott's open net, until he finally managed to get it. Unfortunately, he was tackled by Jackson, who ran down the field and scored a goal.
Olivia cheered along with the crowd as the scoreboard changed, Beacon High taking an early lead. On either side of her, Lydia and Allison held up their sign, Olivia cheering Jackson's name to show her support.
The game went on, each team scoring and Scott not getting passed to at all. When the competitor was leading and Coach called for a time out, Chris leaned toward his daughter, Olivia, and Lydia. "Which one is Scott again?"
"Number eleven," Lydia answered tersely. "Otherwise known as the only one who hasn't caught a single ball this entire game."
Olivia rolled her eyes at her cousin as Allison mumbled, "I hope he's okay."
"I hope we're okay," Lydia disagreed, not happy with the team's losing score. "We need to win this," she stood up, struggling to raise her sign. "Allison, Olivia, a little help here?"
Olivia and Allison exchanged annoyed looks and stood up, helping raise the sign that praised Jackson.
The crowd cheered as the ball was set up again. When the ref blew his whistle, the ball was scooped up and thrown high into the air. Olivia and the rest of the crowd watched in shock as Scott ran toward the ball, leaping high into the air to catch it. He ran toward the field, dodging players left and right as he got closer to the goal. He whipped the ball past their goalie and the crowd roared in excitement as he scored.
Olivia and Allison jumped to their feet—Olivia getting over her grudge in her excitement—and cheered loudly for Scott, wrapping their arms around each other's shoulders.
Olivia looked down at Lydia, who was still seated, pouting. "Oh, come on, Lyds! Cheer!"
Lydia rolled her eyes and got to her feet, reluctantly clapping.
"Pass to McCall!" Olivia heard Coach yell to his players. "Pass to McCall!"
Stiles trailed after Coach, screaming his encouragement for his best friend.
The game started up again, this time with the opposite team getting the ball. Scott ran up to the receiving player and, to everyone's amazement, the player passed the ball to Scott. Scott ran down the field again, whipping that ball at the goalie and actually ripping the guy's net.
Everyone jumped to their feet again as the scoreboard buzzed, adding another point to Beacon High. Unfortunately, the opposing team argued the play but Coach resisted, taking the referee's whistle and blowing it, declaring it as a goal.
Once again, the ball was passed to Scott. He sprinted down the field, coming up against five different players. Olivia tensed up when she saw how jumpy he seemed and realized that he was on the verge of changing.
"Come on, Scott," she whispered, hoping that he could hear her over the roar of the crowd. "Control it. Control it."
Scott hesitated, the opposing team's players closing in on him.
"You can do it, Scott," Allison said from beside her. "You can do it."
Scott abruptly shot the ball into the net, scoring the winning goal of the game.
The final whistle blew and the crowd went wild, rushing onto the field in excitement. As Allison ran off the bleachers, Olivia carefully watched Scott, who was running off the field.
She awkwardly said her goodbyes to Chris and walked down the bleachers, pausing when her phone buzzed.
Shockingly, it was Derek.
Derek: Out of jail. Talk later.
Olivia sighed in relief and looked around, coming face-to-face with Stiles without realizing it.
He gave her an apologetic look. "My dad told me about your cousin…"
Olivia pursed her lips. "Yeah. Now you know why I was sure he didn't kill her."
"I'm sorry, Olivia," Stiles said softly. "Really, I am."
Olivia sighed, pushing her hands into her coat pockets. "Thank you for apologizing," she said sincerely. She awkwardly looked around, seeing that Allison had disappeared from the field, probably searching for Scott. "You might want to find Scott. It looked like he was having a rough time out there."
Stiles nodded. "Okay, yeah…um, see you later."
"Bye, Stiles."
As Stiles ran off to look for Scott, Olivia found Lydia. On the way to their car, Olivia was just glad that Derek was out of jail. Maybe now they could finally rest—well, after Derek found the alpha who turned Scott.