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000
The jeeps engine roars as we race down the streets toward the school, Scott hasn't responded to any of my calls, and the only place I can think he went was the school. So here we are driving like a mad person through beacon Hills Street on Stiles jeep. Once at the school Stiles screeches into the parking lot headlights illuminated a familiar face.
My brother looks up a relieved look crossing his face and any anxiety that went through me vanishes. I jump from the jeep taking large bounds toward my brother who already has his arms open before I fly into them. He laughs as my weight plows into him and just the sound makes the anger burn inside me. So I draw back and slam a fist as hard as I could into his shoulder.
A yelp escapes his lips eyes wide as I glare at him, "What did I tell you about scaring me like that?"
"I'm sorry jeez!" he says back holding his hands up defeated.
"What the hell happened? Where have you been?" I snap hands resting on my hips the way mom always does when she's pissed.
"I couldn't control the shift, whatever that plant does makes me crazy. I wolfed out and I'm not sure exactly."
My eyes flash to Stiles as he stops beside me and goes rigid at the information.
Wolfs bane bad for werewolf brother, noted.
"So where've you been? How'd you snap out of it?"
"I-All I remember is being on Allison's roof-"
"Wait what?!" I bark catching the attention of a few lacrosse players heading inside the school. My head ducks and I instantly lower my voice. "What do you mean you went to Allison's?"
"I-I don't know!" he snaps back running his hands through his shaggy black hair. "I just remember seeing my reflection in her window and I was-"
"An all wolfed out peeping tom?" I ask making him glare.
"No, but yea so I ran and her dad, he was coming home-"
"Oh my god." Stiles complains.
"And then he hit me with his car."
"He what?!" Stiles and I say in unison.
"And it made me shift back." he explains further. "So it's cool."
I turn away from him taking a deep breath and lock my fingers in my hair. "You are such a dumbass! It's so far from being cool!"
"Whatever I need to get ready for the game."
"Excuse me?" I bark grabbing his arm. "You aren't serious!"
"Keep your voice down," My brother snaps.
"Oh I'm sorry, how did you expect me to act to news like that and now you're telling me your still gonna play!"
"Oh my god you over react over everything!"
"I do not!" I argue making Stiles slide between us.
"Okay, guys come on break it up." he sighs. "Scott just go get ready."
My brother huffs shaking his head and stalks toward the school. I glare after him shaking my head before a warm hand touches my arm. Stiles eyes find me searching my face, "Hey its okay, and I'll keep an eye on him."
I take a deep breath and nod before he turns to head for the school. My eyes fallow him and I can't help but call out, "Hey Stiles, just try not to get killed this time, I'm not there to save your ass again."
He turns a sarcastic smirk on his face calling back, "Ha-ha you're hilarious."
"I try."
He smirks shaking his head and as he goes to turn runs straight into the glass double doors. I laugh despite everything and watch as he scrambles up to his feet straightening his shirt before heading inside. A car horn sounds behind me, head lights illuminating the parking lot as mom pulls up in a spot behind me and even as I feel my mood lighten a heavy weight still bares on my chest smothering me.
000
The air is frigid with cold as I sit on the bleachers beside mom. My eyes scan the field as the players pile out of the school searching for my brother and Stiles. And as I sit here freezing my ass off, I can't help but to dread this game. A figure steps up onto the bleachers and when I look up I meet brown eyes.
"Hey Allison." I greet softly as she smiles at me. Mom's eye brows immediately raise and I immediately smirk saying, "Oh uh, Allison this is my mom, mom this is Allison."
"Nice to meet you Allison, I've heard a lot about you."
Allison's cheeks tint pink, a smile spreading before a taller slim but built man slides up behind her.
"Thanks it's nice to meet you too." she smiles before casting a look over her shoulder at the man who's giving us warm smiles. "Oh, dad this is Alexis, and her and Scott's mom, Lexi ms this is my dad."
The smile I have is immeiadilty tightened, trying to keep my composure I reach his out stretched hand with a shake. "Nice to meet you Mr. Argent."
"You too ladies."
Allison and her father sit next to us, Mr. Argent behind his daughter in-betweens some of the other dads while Allison sends me a look. "Is Lydia sitting with you?"
I immieiditly clench my jaw at the mention of the Martin girls name but smile and shrug anyway. "I don't know, I haven't seen her."
Allison nods sliding down to keep a seat open on the other side of her as I look back at the field. The players fill out and I manage to finally spot Stiles and Scott in the mass of players. Greenburg, a long time friend of mine Isaac Lahey, and a few other players I don't recognize all sit on the bench as the other guys warm up. Scott walks toward the field shoulders slumped and I find Lydia sliding toward him saying something I can't hear over the crowd.
"Hey Lexi!" someone calls and I tear my eyes away to greet the familiar voice but loose them in the crowd. I frown turning back to see Lydia's not talking to my brother anymore. He scowls Stiles shaking his head as the strawberry blonde slinks her way up the bleachers. Scott shakes his head, eyes finding mom and I as she waves excitedly and I give him a thumbs up trying to forget our argument in the parking lot.
My brother nods, at us eyes flashing over to Allison for a moment and then heads to the field with the others. Stiles turns after a moment, eyes finding mine and from the look on his face I can see the nervousness swim inside him. I nod at him flashing a reassuring smile and he nods back. Papa Stilinski walks up behind him then cutting off our eye contact as Lydia slinks up the bleachers taking the spot next to Allison as far from me as she could.
I scowl, shaking ,my head as Allison gives me a confused look and I only shrug giving her a reassuring smile. Lydia completely acts like I don't exist though engaging in conversation with Allison while I clench my fists hard around my leather coat.
Mom sends me a concerned look asking over the crowd, "Everything okay with you two?"
I give her a shrug, and before she can question me further papa Stillinski steps up. "Hello ladies."
Mom and I both smile at him as she greets, "Hey John."
"Hey Papa Stilinski." I smile as he takes the free spot on mom's other side
"Scott excited?"
"Most definitely." I lie through a smile. "He was stoked when I last talked to him."
He nods and without any more words the referee blows his whistle starting the game. My eyes fallow my brother through the first few minutes, watching him weave through the crowd stick in the air, but after a moment I start to realize none of the other guys are throwing the ball to him even when he's the only player open for a score. Somehow in the chaos though the ball drops to the field and as my brother heads for it Jackson sees him.
A bad weight settles in my stomach again and when Jackson goes changing for the ball anger burns in my chest. Scott reaches the ball stick swooping to grab it up before Jackson slams into him knocking him flat on his back. I spring from my seat rage coursing as I snap, "Hey! Jackson what the hell was that!"
Others in the crowd mumble their agreement mom covering her mouth with her hands as she watches. The game continues though Jackson scoring a goal and the crowd soon forgets there confusion as everyone roars with pride. Mom shakes her head sadly sharing a look with Stiles dad before both claps unenthusiastically. There's movement to my left and suddenly Allison and Lydia are holding up a poster board with the words 'WE LUV U JACKSON' scrawled on in bold letters. Anger towards my best friend and annoyance towards my new one builds and I instantly want to walk over and rip Lydia's strawberry blonde curls from her head.
Scott sees it too, his eyes narrowing before locking with mine and I can practically feel the jealousy and hurt radiate from him. Shaking his head he turns around stomps for the field as Stiles locks eyes on the poster before looking at me. We share a dreadful look before the game starts once more.
Oh god this was so not gonna be good. That weight hits my gut again, my eyes locking on my brother as he faces the field looking at god only knows.
His body bends over, hot breath leaking a foggy mist into the air and a pang of fear hits my gut. The referee stops beside him and when Scott gives him a nod he walks off.
"Which one is Scott again?" Mr. Argent asks.
"Number Eleven." I call back absently.
"Also known as the only person who hasn't caught a ball all game." Lydia snaps in her bitch voice.
"Well if your fame hungry boy toy wouldn't hog the damn ball the entire game he might." I snap back making Lydia's green eyes light up like a fuse. Before she can respond though the players get into position. Scott gets into position, the ball getting heavy by the minute in my gut as I watch him.
"I hope he's okay." Allison says softly eyes locked on my tense brother.
"I hope we're okay." Lydia snaps, boiling my blood further and mom must sense my tension because she slinks an arm around my shoulder rubbing my arm soothingly like she did when I was younger and had nightmares. The gesture calms my aggression slightly and allows me to hold back all the bad thoughts swirling around my tongue.
My eyes flick to the score board, the score 3 to 5 and my heart beats faster as Lydia stands snapping, "We need to win this."
She fishes the poster from the floor holding it up and when no one joins to help her she snaps, "Allison a little help here."
Allison looks up at her, hesitation written all over her face and the resentment building toward her breaks away. She was worried about Scott, sensing like I did something was wrong with him, forgetting about the game entirely now and just focusing on him, well that got her all the points in the world. Still she stands though after casting me a look and as my brother's head turns to look I focus on his eyes to see a flash of gold.
If it weren't for Mom's arm around my shoulders I would've jumped from my seat and bolted over to him right then and there. Instead I clench my shirt even tighter praying the hunter sitting to the back didn't seethed ref blows the whistle the players slam into each other and the ball flys into the air. Scott's head jerks up and he kicks off the ground jumping over the two players trying to catch the ball, and gets it in one swift move.
He lands taking off for the goal and despite the sorrow in my gut I find myself chanting, "Come on, Come on Scotty."
He swings the ball hitting the goal before the guy in the net can even move and the crowd jump to their feet. I scream clapping wildly as Allison does both of us high fiving as the guys on the bench do. Mom jumps excitedly, her and Papa Stillinski cheering as I find Stiles high fiving coach.
Scott doubles back from the goal a smug look on his face and I cheer grinning over at Allison. When I find Lydia slumped over on the bleachers looking like a deflated balloon though I can't help but to send her a smug look. She looks away to the field and after a moment starts to clap along making a small smile spread.
The guys on the team all run over clapping Scott on the back and jiggling his helmet around as I catch Jackson snidely glare. A victorious part of me sings to this while the other knows this game is about to get a whole lot worse.
"Pass to McCall!" Coach screams over the crowd as Stiles fallows jumping sideways screaming, "Pass to Scott!"
I laugh at said boy, him bouncing like an overactive chipmunk before the players start once more. Scott gets in position the ball flying and as the opposing team get it the guy turns only to run into Scott and deliberately pass him the ball. A laugh escapes as Papa Stillinski asks, "Did he just pass that ball to Scott?"
"I guess he knows whose gonna kick his ass." I laugh trying to keep a calm composure hoping that his speed was only increasing because of his jealousy instead of him shifting. The bench shakes as Allison giggles beside me clapping and cheering as the others do. Mom shakes her head with a low chuckle and as Scott charges down the field everyone waits in anticipation. The ball goes flying, the goalie reaching to stop it but the ball goes straight through his guard and into the goal.
We all jump up cheering again, but this time Lydia's screaming along with us. The refs walks over to coach, the other teams coach goes over and after a few screamed comments from both Coach and Stiles some of the patrons in the bleacher yell also. The whistle blows and as Scott looks widely around that ball of dread returns only to build thicker and thicker like metal weighing me down.
My eyes flash to the clock and feel the anxiety grow as I see thirty eight seconds left. I look back at Scott as he lines up, the balls thrown, Danny catches it throws it to McDowell who tosses it to Scott and he takes off. He runs forward the players circling around him as he gets close to the goal and as his body tenses up in a defensive position my entire body goes cold.
Oh no. Oh god no. Not now, not now.
Stiles looks back at me amber eyes wide and after I swallow hard I look back feeling the unease grow. Sixteen seconds left and as I clench my hands together I can hear Allison mumbling something about my brother I don't catch.
He spins back the three other guys charging toward him just as he pitches the ball so fast it goes by in a blur. The score board buzzes announcing the games end and I feel relief wash over me. Scott did it, he actually managed to go the whole game without shifting and didn't hurt anyone. Oh thank you god!
I move through the crowds as everyone cheers, darting down the bleachers into the field. But by time I make it through the celebrating crowd my brother's gone. A frown spreads but as I scan the crowd can't find him anywhere. My eyes do find Stiles though still buzzing with excitement and I jog over to him cheering, "He did it! He actually did it!"
He laughs grabbing me in an embrace and spinning me around as he laughs, "I know, I can't believe it!"
Papa Stillinski is behind us then a smile on his face and Stiles and I break apart like we're burned. His father just smiles a look in his eyes I can't read and feel my cheeks heat from embarrassment for reasons I don't understand. Stiles clears his throat, scratching his buzzed head awkwardly as he says "Oh-uh hey... dad."
"Congratulations on the win son," he smiles patting Stiles on the back while bringing him in for manly hug. I smile at them Stiles groaning about embarrassment before his dad pulls back rolling his brown eyes. "Alright, Alright."
They break apart and as Stiles looks at me I can see a blush spreading up his neck.
"Tell you guys what, Lexi you think you, your mom, and Scott might wanna go on a celebration dinner?"
A smile spreads as I look at Papa Stillinski about to speak when his phone rings. He frowns at it sighing loudly before picking it up plugging one ear. As he talks in a tight professional voice Stiles moves closer to me with a furrowed brow. Papa Stillinski hangs up rubbing his face tiredly as Stiles asks, "What's wrong?"
"Well the body Derek Hale had buried in his yard, turns out was actually torn apart by an animal. And one of our people id her to be Laura Hale."
The whole world freezes in that moment, the crowd disappears, the happy attitudes melt away, and all the joy I felt before extinguishes almost instantly. Stiles and I look at each other eyes wide and fearful before looking back at his father.
"So what does that mean?" I question timidly.
"Well, it means we can't hold him."
"Why the hell no, I mean her severed torso was buried in his back yard!" Stiles barks making his father shake his head.
"The fibers found on the upper body was wolf hair too son, and there were bite marks on the skin, it was definitely an animal attack."
My heart skips, fear coursing as my tongue suddenly feels swollen making it had to speak. Stiles speaks for me though his words sharp and precise, "He buried her body who the hell does that who isn't innocent!"
"Stiles I'm not saying it isn't wired, I'm just saying that we have nothing to incriminate him with." Shock runs through my very core as he frowns at us. "Now I'm sorry kids but I have to do a rain check on that diner okay?"
We both nod and after clapping his son on the shoulder and giving me a quick hug the sheriff departs toward his car. People are still laughing and cheering around us, completely oblivious to the chaos enveloping Stiles and I as we both look at each. We had to find Scott, and fast.
000
Once we finally find Scott he's in the locker room, the lead ball doesn't hit my gut which makes me relax until Stiles and I round the corner to see Allison and Scott sucking faces. I clap a hand over my mouth eyes wide and quickly avert my gaze, as Stiles stares with wide eyes. We try to give them their moment but both turn looking like their parents walked in.
Allison tells Scott she'll see him later and after a shy smile hustles away from him. "Hi Stiles." she says stiffly sliding past him avoiding any eye contact with either of us.
I smirk at her, catching her eyes as she scurries past and her face reddens from embarrassment. She squares her shoulders though and nods at me, " Hi Lexi."
I grin making a kissing face at her causing her to blush even more as I laugh. She whacks me playfully as she passes and when the door closes I spin. Scott's walking forward, a stupid dumb grin on his face as he stares dreamily off into space. I smirk at him crossing my arms the Derek crisis all but forgotten as Scott looks up.
" I kissed her," he smiles, ace and eyes so bright you'd think he won the lottery and I smile wrapping my arms around my brother neck.
He groans leaning out of my embrace but I just hold tighter cooing, "Scotty's first kiss!"
His cheeks tint red, face hot as Stiles claps him on the back proudly. Scott still looks embarrassed but the smiles back.
"I kissed her." he repeats and I laugh as Stiles shakes his head.
"We saw."
"She kissed me back."
"Saw that too." I giggle making kissing faces at him as he groans squirming from my grasp.
"It's pretty good huh?" Stiles chuckles as Scott laughs shaking his head eyes bright.
"I-I don't know h-how but I controlled it. I pulled it back, maybe, maybe I really can do this." he grins. "Maybe it's not so bad."
He shakes his head leaning against the lockers with a dreamy face before I catch Stiles eye and suddenly the joy zaps from my system once again. We both look at Scott knowing what was about to come from our mouths but I couldn't tell him, I couldn't take that smile from his face. Stiles must feel the same way because he smiles and claps my brother on the shoulder.
"Yeah, alright well we'll talk later then."
Scott's smile drops, arm latching onto Stiles and pulling him back, "What?"
I sigh rubbing my face as Stiles frowns with a long sigh, "The-Uh medical examiner looked at the other half of the body we found."
"And?"
"We'll I'll keep it simple. Medical examiner determines killer of girl to be animal not human, so Derek human not animal, so Derek not killer and Derek let out of Jail."
"Are you serious?!" Scott snaps.
"No, and here's an even bigger kick in the ass, they Id'd the body both halves and guess what-"
"Here name was Laura." I cut in softly. "Laura Hale."
"Hale!" Scott bellows.
"Derek's sister."