I swam across,
I jumped across for you,
Oh what a thing to do.
'Cause you were all yellow
I pulled my jacket closer to my body and stood on my tip toes, trying my hardest to find my cousin and grandfather in the crowd of people. I found them easily enough, walking from the school and towards the bleachers. I joined them a few moments later on Gerard's other side and walked forward to sit down and watch the game. When we got closer to the players' benches I looked around for Jackson. I saw him standing with Danny and Matt. The three of them seemed to be talking intensely, so I continued on with Gerard and Allison and sat down rather than going to talk to them.
The game was in full swing and the Cyclones were being destroyed by a large guy on the other team. I winced as yet another one of our players fell to the ground. Coach yelled out something about wanting to see a birth certificate as I cuddled closer to my cousin. The two of us were both pretty pathetic in the cool California air. We were huddled together for warmth, our teeth chattering and our noses running, but we were there to support our friends.
"I knew I should've brought a warmer jacket." Allison complained as she ran her hands up and down on her arms. I nodded in agreement as Gerard glanced over at us.
"You're cold, here take my coat." He began to slide the coat off and offered it to my cousin.
"Are you sure?" she asked. Gerard agreed and the two of them stood so that he could kelp her put the coat on. I watched in silence from my spot.
Allison huddled back to me and I felt her feeling around in the coat pockets for something. I looked over and saw her take Gerard's keys from one of the pockets and hold them in her hands. I frowned in confusion, but figured it probably had something to do with the bestiary and that she and Stiles would fill me in later. I turned my attention back to the game as another one of our players was thrown onto the ground.
"Good god, is it always this violent?" Gerard asked.
"Pretty much." I replied with a smirk as I glanced up at him.
With his attention on me Gerard didn't notice Allison holding out the keys or Stiles walking by and grabbing them from her.
I frowned when Danny came off of the field. He was handed an ice pack that he put against his head as the coach kneeled down next to him and spoke quietly. A few moments later he pushed Danny up and towards the field and tossed his lacrosse stick to him. He stood up completely and looked around the crowd wildly.
"Where's Stilinski?" he yelled, looking around for Stiles.
Coach glanced around the area, looking for anyone to take the spot of the injured player. His gaze transfixed onto Boyd who was sitting behind us. I glanced over my shoulder at him and Erica as Coach asked if he played lacrosse. Erica attempted to stop him, but Boyd only stood and removed his jacket.
"We got ourselves a player!" Coach celebrated. I frowned and chewed on my lip, knowing that if Boyd went out onto the field Gerard would probably figure out that he was also a werewolf.
I sat forward and covered my mouth with my gloved hands, hoping that Boyd had enough sense to keep his abilities under the radar. I chewed on my lip as the large player from the other team came barreling down the field towards Boyd, who hadn't moved. The much larger player ran into Boyd and fell back onto his back. I flinched and shook my head as everyone around me stood up to celebrate.
I watched the game in anticipation as Scott approached Boyd. I hoped that the much more experienced werewolf could convince the new beta that what he was doing was dangerous, but I knew it probably wouldn't help any. Boyd only ran around Scott when the whistle was blown and continued playing. Scott raced ahead of Boyd and got to the ball before he could. He continued running down the field and threw the ball into the net, scoring for the home team, but he was soon pushed onto his back.
I gasped as I heard him fall and a resounding crack rang out through the field. Allison and I both ran out onto the field while Gerard stayed in the bleachers. Allison and I crouched down next to him while the rest of the team came running forward.
"I'm fine. I'm healing, it's okay." Scott reassured us. I nodded and moved to other side, trying to block the view of his leg from everyone. "The book."
"It's not in his office." Allison replied. "It's gotta be at the house."
"Scott, your leg." I said as I stared at the weird angle his leg was laying in.
"Oh my god, your leg is broken." Allison told him.
"Not for long." He replied as he began to sit up.
Allison and I stood on either side of him and helped him stand as the rest of the team, Coach, Scott's mom, and Gerard joined us. Scott reassured them that he was fine as he stood all the way up. I only held onto his arm gently now, making sure that he was completely okay before I dropped it.
"I could have sworn I literally heard bone breaking from where I sat." Scott's mom said in surprise as she gazed at her son's completely straight leg.
"Heard it, I felt it." Coach shook his head. Scott only reassured them that he was fine.
Allison moved over to Gerard and said that we should leave. I joined her on Gerard's other side and glanced over the crowd, meeting Jackson's curious gaze. I shrugged a tiny bit and then looked down at the ground. I stared at Scott, extremely worried when Gerard said that he wanted to ask him something. I watched on in total surprise as my grandfather invited my cousin's werewolf boyfriend over for dinner. My parents and aunt and uncle were going to freak out when Scott came home with us.
I drove the car in silence on the way home. Jackson had disappeared pretty quickly after the game and I hadn't gotten to see him or congratulate him on the win. It seemed like that was happening a lot lately. I wondered if I had been completely stupid in trusting him like Allison said I was. What could he have been doing all the times he promised he'd call or see me? Why was he suddenly disappearing and not talking to me?
I parked my dad's car in the driveway and climbed out. I walked into the house and saw Gerard, Allison, and Scott standing in the dining room staring into the kitchen where my aunt was holding a rather large knife and staring back at them. I chewed on my bottom lip, trying my hardest not to laugh at this situation.
My mother was the first to break the awkward silence. She moved quickly into the dining room and gestured for Scott to have a seat on the side of the table where she and I usually sat. I joined them a few seconds later and sat down on Scott's right while she joined my aunt back in the kitchen. Allison sat across from me while my dad sat across from the vacant seat next to Scott and my uncle and Gerard sat in the two chairs at the heads of the table. My aunt and mom came into the dining room and placed everything on the table and then took the two empty seats.
I stared down at my plate silently as everyone in the dining room ate and didn't speak a word. I glanced over at Scott and lifted the side of my mouth in a small smile and then nudged his leg with my own under the table to show my own sort of support.
"Alright," Gerard brought his napkin up and pat it against his mouth while looking at everyone at the table. "Where is everyone so quiet?" he asked.
Everyone at the table looked at each other, trying to find some sort of answer for him.
"Is it that uncomfortable that they dated?" Allison seemed to let out a silent sigh of relief.
I looked over and met my cousin's gaze and then looked back down at my plate.
"Did you ask them if they'd be uncomfortable?" Uncle Chris asked.
"Okay, I know it's been a few centuries since I was a teenager, but even back then we dated and broke up all the time." Gerard told us. I smiled at my grandfather and then took a tiny sip of the water that was in front of me.
"We're fine." Allison reassured. "Right, Scott?" she said across the table.
"Totally fine." Scott nodded, moving his fork around in his hand.
"Then why did you broke up?" I snorted, but tried to cover it up with a cough. Everyone turned to stare at me for a moment, but I only stared down at my plate, trying not to get involved in this conversation at all.
"She…dumped me?" Scott responded.
Everyone stopped what they were doing and turned to stare at him. I shook my head with silent laughter and covered my mouth with my hand.
At the moment I was really glad we decided to move to Beacon Hills. If this is what it meant to live in a town infested with werewolves, then I was totally okay with it because at the moment it was my cousin being embarrassed in front of the entire family, not me.
"No offense, Scott, but I think maybe Allison just thought that the two of you were just growing apart." My uncle spoke and I continued to try and cover my laughter.
My mother was staring at me from across Scott and glaring, trying to get me to behave appropriately like a good Argent should.
"As if the father's opinion isn't biased." Gerard said. "How do you know they weren't as passionate as Romeo and Juliet?" he asked.
"Romeo and Juliet committed ritual suicide." My aunt dropped her fork and glared at her husband. "They could've used a little less passion."
"Can we please talk about something else?" Allison asked.
"Brilliant idea." My aunt muttered as she went back to eating.
I shook with my head with a smile and took another sip from my water.
"Scott," I turned to see my uncle staring at the boy sitting next to me. "How about you help me grab desert from the kitchen?" he asked as he dropped his napkin onto the table and stood from his seat.
I turned to glance at Scott and smiled assuredly, I honestly had no idea what plan my uncle had, but I knew that he wouldn't do anything to harm the werewolf in our house with Gerard in the next room.
A few moments later they both walked back into the dining room carrying desert and looking unscathed. I smiled brightly at Scott as he rejoined me at the table and nudged him again with my leg when he sat down. He turned and smiled back at me, but I could tell he was still extremely nervous.
"What about you then, Emeline?" Gerard asked, turning towards me. I frowned in confusion and put down the glass of water I'd been sipping from. "Are there any boys in Beacon Hills interested in you?" I choked a bit on the water I was swallowing, but recovered a few short seconds later.
"Um, no, not particularly." I smiled bashfully back at my grandfather while lying straight to his face.
"Oh, I find that hard to believe." I turned my gaze across the table to my aunt who was smiling at me. "You're a very beautiful girl, Emeline, an Argent curse." She winked.
"It's not that they aren't interested in her," Allison spoke. I glanced up and stared at her across the table wondering just where she was going with the conversation.
"It's that Emma doesn't give them the time of day." Scott finished for her with a small smile.
I glanced up at him and rolled my eyes. He only laughed at my reaction and pushed around the piece of cake on his plate.
"Do you mind if we're excused? There's actually some English notes I wanted to go over with Scott and Emma." Allison asked. Gerard agreed.
"I'm not so sure it's appropriate." Uncle Chris disagreed.
"Okay, I'm the one that's supposed to be old-fashioned here and it's not like they'll get into any trouble with Emeline there. The three of you, go." Gerard nodded upstairs.
We quickly stood and left the dining room, headed upstairs immediately. I hopped up the stairs and walked down the hallway towards mine and Allison's room, making enough noise for three people while Allison and Scott took a different turn into Gerard's bedroom. I kept watch from the stairs while they searched the room, making sure no one came up the stairs to check on us.
They rejoined me at the top of the stairs and hurried down. I didn't ask what they found or what was going on; I knew Allison would fill me in later. I waved goodbye to Scott and then headed into my room. I didn't care to rejoin my family downstairs at the dinner table.
I fell onto my bed and grabbed for my phone. I scrolled through my contacts and landed on the one person I knew would probably want to talk to me.
To: Scott Howard.
I'm bored. What are you up to?
Issac's name in my phone was the name of Michael J Fox's character in the 1985 movie Teen Wolf. Allison and I thought it was funny when we first came up with it, but it was the only way we could talk to anyone involved with werewolves without our parents becoming suspicious.
To: Emma A
Nothing actually. Derek and Erica and Boyd are nowhere to be found. Weird?
I frowned at that and quickly texted him back while also texting Stiles and asking if he'd seen any of the other Beacon Hills werewolves tonight. With the weird new creature in town we couldn't be sure that anyone was safe.