Chapter 13 - Time
HIGH SCHOOL - LACROSSE FIELD
''Okay. Now - put this on.'' Stiles said as he handed Scott a weirdly looking strap which the latter accepted with a skeptic look.
''Isn't this one of the heart rate monitors for the track team?'' Scott asked as he looked at the heart monitor in his hand, Mickey raised his brows as he glanced at Stiles with a curious look.
''You stole it?'' He asked getting a dismissive hand gesture in return.
''Temporarily misappropriated. Coach uses it to monitor his heart rate with his phone while he jogs, and you're gonna wear it for the rest of the day.'' Stiles explained as he turned back towards Scott who looked like the whole idea made him uneasy.
''Isn't that coach's phone?'' Scott asked as he looked down on the phone in Stiles' hand, Mickey also looked at the phone before raising an eyebrow, that surely wasn't Stiles phone.
''That, I stole.'' The buzzcut haired teen confessed making Mickey snort before turning his attention down to his own phone which was blinking to get his attention, he'd gotten a new message from no other than Allison the most beautiful Argent.
Ignoring his two stupid friends as they continued discussing Stiles plan, Mickey stepped away to the side. They hadn't had much time to spend together the last few days and Allison wanted that to change, of course, Mickey wouldn't mind the slightest. He always loved spending time with a beautiful girl.
He quickly sent her a promise to head over after school before he turned back to his friends, he didn't want to miss what Stiles had planned out to help Scott to gain control over his new powers.
''Aah! Son of a bitch!'' He heard Scott curse, the highly painful cry made the green-eyed teen look towards the direction of his friends. He couldn't help the shit eating grin forming on his face as he saw Scott squirm in pain, teeth clenched hard as he tried not to fall over.
''Your aim's improving, Stiles.'' He called to them and smirked as Stiles twirled the lacrosse stick around proudly while looking at Scott, their puppy had a sulky look on his pain-stricken face.
''Wonder why.'' Muttered Scott through clenched teeth, Stiles just told him to shut up and not to get angry causing Scott to whine, ''I'm not getting angry.''
After a few more well-aimed hits, Scott fell to his knees. Mickey frowned as he watched his friends labored breathing as the werewolf tried to keep his anger under control, Stiles was on his knees by the shuffle bag watching the heart monitor on the phone. He sent worried glances towards Scott and glanced back to the phone's screen.
''Scott?'' Mickey called as he slowly made his way over to his friend who looked to be in pain from suppressing the wolf in him, the silver tape which Stiles had used to bind the werewolves hands had been broken.
''Scott, you started to change,'' Stiles said as he touched Scott's shoulder, the later now calm as he rolled over to his side while trying to get his breathing back to normal.
''From anger. But it was more than that. Was like, the angrier I got, the stronger I felt.'' Scott explained between heavy breaths, Mickey even though not on the greatest terms with his friend couldn't help but feel sorry for Scott who looked to be in so much pain after having suppressed the wolf.
''Then Derek's right, it is the anger,'' Mickey muttered as he leaned back to give Scott some well-needed space to breathe.
''I can't be around Allison,'' Scott said in defeat, for the curly haired teen to stay away from Allison more then a day was beyond Mickey.
''Just because she makes you happy?'' Stiles asked, not really understanding what the problem was. He shot a worried glance up at Mickey who shrugged, he was already getting used to Scott sucking up to his girlfriend.
''No, because she makes me weak.'' Scott corrected making Mickey snort, how would a girl who stopped him from changing suddenly make him weak? Wasn't it good that she could help him suppress the wolf?
Most would dream fo such an awesome anchor but Scott would learn in time that he wouldn't need an anchor, Mickey was sure of it.
HIGH SCHOOL - HALLWAY
He'd just gotten his stuff from his locker when he headed down the hallway to find his friends, his nose close to his phone screen as he played Angry Birds. He sucked at the game but would do whatever to pass the time in the shortest way but thanks to this he almost stepped down on the most beautiful girl on earth, well he did step on her but the one getting hurt was himself.
''Shit!'' Mickey cursed as he rubbed his now sore shoulder who'd taken the worse of the blow as he fell to the hard floor, his legs still laying over the girls' lap as his stomach laid flat to the floor.
''Are you alright!?'' Allison exclaimed bringing the green-eyed teen back to reality. He swung his body around faster then he thought was humanly possible, his pale eyes meeting with those beautiful deep brown he'd always loved so much and he found himself smiling.
''Never been better.'' Was his reply, he regretted it the moment the words left his lips but Allison seemed to find them very much amusing. She chuckled lightly as she helped him to gather his stuff and that's when Mickey noticed the other person seated against the lockers, more like he met eyes with the person.
He didn't really know how to react to the person in front of him, to be quite frank it looked more like a zombie than a human. Jackson looked like pure hell like he sold the butter but then lost all the money. No, more like he'd been through hell and back. His eyes were blank, deep dark bags framing his usually alive eyes. His face pale as the snow and his stance all sluggish.
''Ya alright there man?'' Mickey asked without thinking since when did Mickey care about Jacksons' health?
But he didn't get a response as Jackson totally ignored him in favor of looking at Allison who seemed uncomfortable under the sick teens face.
''So - what are you reading?'' He asked him while leaning close to her face, that was the last step and -Jackson had gone too far for Mickeys' liking.
''Well this has been a fun meeting but I'm afraid I will have to cut this conversation short in favor of us getting to class,'' Mickey mumbled as he grabbed hold of Allisons' hand and quickly pulled her to her feet, smiling as she changed their hold so their fingers were intertwined while he led her towards their next class.
HIGH SCHOOL - CLASSROOM
As they came to the classroom, Mickey smiled as he gently let go of her hand and put his hand on her lower back to guide her through the doorway in front of him. Allison just chuckled as she looked back at him over her shoulder, a goofy smile on her lips as she turned her attention forward to find herself a seat. She took the empty seat behind Scott while Mickey took the seat to the right side of Stiles.
''Let's settle down. Let's start with a quick summary of last night's reading.'' Almost half the class raised their hands. ''Greenberg, put your hand down. Everybody knows you did the reading. How about, uh – McCall.'' The coach said before looking straight at Scott who looked like he wanted to hide in a hole on the moon and never come back up.
''What?'' The curly haired teen questioned.
''The reading.'' And they were on.
Not seeing a reason to why he should be listening to the coach bully his friend, Mickey turned his attention to his phone as he tried to get his score back up on Angry Birds which he'd lost during the fall to the ground in the hallway, he also noticed that he had a missed call from his mother but also a text. A family friend had texted about his father, things were getting troublesome and it was time to prepare for an incoming storm.
HIGH SCHOOL - PARKING
Looking back on it all Mickey had no idea how he'd come to be in this situation, how he'd come to be in Derek's car as it turned into the parking lot of the pale green eyed teens school. Not to mention Scott's boss was lying unconscious in the back seat, what the hell had he been missing out on?
He'd been on his way over to Allisons' house when Derek suddenly pulled up next to him yelling for Mickey to get in the black Camaro. Being confused by the urgent tone in the older voice, Mickey had done as told and gotten into the car. He'd just glanced at Deaton before turning his gaze to Derek, a silent question asked with a silent answer told. Mickey had rolled his eyes before leaning forward and changing the radio station.
So now, not knowing a single thing, Mickey was positioned with his body leaning against the side on the Black Camaro. His arms folded over his chest as he glared down at the ground, Derek was standing by his side looking any less happy about the current situation. Awhile they stood there, Scott and Stiles had made their way into the high school and neither Derek nor Mickey had the slightest clue as to what the two was up to.
''Well, that's lovely.'' Mickey scoffed as the nastiest of sounds came from the schools' speakers, the sound resembling something akin to an animal being strangled to a painful and slow death. Nasty and horrible. He couldn't believe he'd chosen this over a warm and comfortable night with Allison.
''You've got to be kidding me,'' Derek muttered as his forehead wrinkled as if the sound brought him pain.
The two kept quiet after that, no one wanting to make a comment on the sound and they really didn't need to either. That was just plain embarrassing and should never be spoken of again, Mickey made a note to never mention about this again as he'd never wasted his life as much as he did right now. Well, that was until the loudest, earsplitting roar erupted from the speakers and Mickey almost felt the need to plug his ears. He rolled his eyes and waited for his two stupid friends to come back, Derek looked far from pleased.
''I'm gonna kill both of you. What the hell was that? What are you trying to do, attract the entire state to the school?'' Derek hissed as the two came towards them but none of the two teens seemed faced by the, not the least pleased expression.
''Sorry. I didn't know it would be that loud.'' Scott said looking embarrassed. Mickey snorted but shut up when Derek sent him a pointed look.
''Yeah, it was loud. And it was AWESOME.'' Stiles said almost close to singing the last word.
''Shut up,'' Derek growled as he turned his the pointed look at Stiles, his eyes clearly telling the teen to quit the bullshit and get serious.
''Don't be such a sour wolf,'' Stiles whined, Scott hit him in the chest in a silent plead for his friend to shut up, Mickey just chuckled before his eyes caught sight of something in the car. No, his eyes didn't catch sight of anything in the backseat of the car.
''Where's the Deaton guy?'' He questioned bringing everyone's attention to the car, Scott instantly turning an accusing look to Derek who looked as lost as everyone else.
''What? I didn't do anything.'' Derek defended and Mickey nodded, they hadn't even looked at Deaton since they came to the school.
Being too busy looking at the car, none of them had noticed the alpha until it was too late. Mickey's eyes widened in horror as he watched the blood pour out of Derek's mouth as he was lifted off the ground, the dark figure of the alpha standing right behind him.
''Derek!'' He screamed as he felt Stiles hand gripping and shoving his shoulder towards the school, the pale green-eyed teen only hesitated for a second before turning on his feet and following Stiles and Scott into the school.