A Wolf In Teens Clothing

Chapter 4

"Scott?" I asked timidly. He growled at me. "I wasn't involved in this, I was trying to help you. I figured you were like me when we first met, that day in the woods." I sighed and held out my hand to help him up. "Let's go home." He nodded tiredly and took my help.

We walked along the Highway for a long time, The sun had come up and all I could think about was how dead I was going to be when I got home. We heard a vehicle pull up, it was Stiles, he motioned for us to get in. Scott hopped into the front, favouring his slowly healing arm and I got in the back.

"You know what worries me the most?" He said, breaking the silence that had settled in the jeep after we drove off.

"If you say Alison, I'm going to punch you in the head." Stile replied.

"She probably hate's me now." He complained. I jumped into the conversation.

"I doubt she hates you, She's Alison, I doubt she hates anyone." I tried to cheer him up.

"Yeah dude, but you might want to come up with a pretty amazing apology." Stiles added. "Or you know, you could just, tell her the truth and revel in the awesomeness in the fact that you're a fricking werewolf!" He glanced at me from the rear-view mirror. Scott gave Stiles a look.

"Okay, bad idea. Hey, we'll get through this. C'mon, If I have to I'll chain you up myself on full moon nights and feed you live mice. I had a Boa once, I could do it." Scott let out a small chuckle.

"It's going to be okay Scott, We'll help you through this." I said, adding my two cents.

We drove in silence. It was six, I had enough time to get my stuff from Scott's house and get home before dad woke up. Stiles had dropped Scott and I off at Scott's house. "I left my bag in you're house." I had told him.

"Where is it?" He asked.

"In you're room."

"How'd you get in my room? I locked the door." I smiled sheepishly.

"I kind of ripped off you're doorknob. Sorry."

"Seriously!" I apologized again and told him I'd pay for a new door if the damage was that bad.

Scott had run upstairs and I heard him groan. He came back downstairs and handed me my bag. "So, I'm guessing I owe you a new door?"

"No, just a door knob. My mom's going to be so pissed."

"Tell her I'll pay for it." I said as I fished my keys out of my bag. "I'll see you Monday, Scott." I got in my car and drove off.

I debated on telling my dad some elaborate lie, or just telling him the truth. I pulled up outside the house and jumped out. I checked my phone, six thirty, he should be waking up in an hour. Hopefully I can skip telling him anything and pretend I got home at twelve or something.

I opened the front door carefully and quietly took off my shoes and put my purse on the table. I listened for his heartbeat, soft and steady. He was still asleep. Thank God. I sneaked into my room and put on my pyjamas. Plopping onto my bed, I let out a soft sigh. Last night was crazy. I needed sleep. At that, I crawled under my blanket and closed my eyes, waiting for sleep to overcome me.

"Hey Alison," I greeted. She turned from her locker and smiled at me.

"Hey. You up for celebrating after the game Saturday?" She said leaning against the row of lockers.

"Depends, who all's going to be celebrating?" I asked her as I opened my locker and grabbed my books.

"Me, Scott, Lydia and Jackson." Great, I'm booted to fifth- wheel status. Beautiful.

I sighed, "Ugh, I don't know if I'm up for all the fun I'd be having as the fifth- wheel on your guys' relationship waggon." I rolled my eyes and she laughed.

"I'll tell Scott to bring Stiles," Alison raised her eyebrows suggestively.

"You say that like I have the worlds biggest crush on him."

"Well, you did run off with him at the party. Where did you go anyways?" She asked me. Quick Robin, think of something!

"Home, I got creeped on by one of the Lacrosse players and Stiles offered to escort me. Make sure I wasn't followed." Not totally a lie. I did get an unwanted tongue shoved down my throat. She squealed,

"Awe, That's so sweet!" Alison suddenly went very serious, "Did you guys- I mean, did you two hook- up?" My face burned red, I can't believe her.

"Oh, god no! What do you take me for, a slut? I mean, I barely know the guy! Jesus Alison." Her shoulders shook as she laughed. The bell rang, signalling the start of the day and we scurried off to English.

The lunch bell rang and I headed out to the lacrosse field to watch the practice. I sat by myself today, Alison had a thing with her dad and Lydia was studying for a science test. I plopped my butt down on the top row of the bleachers. Practice hadn't started yet and wouldn't for another five minutes, the team hadn't even come onto the field yet. I was playing a game on my phone when I had gotten a text from an unknown number,

Meet me behind the bleachers, It's urgent!

-Stiles

Okay, I texted back. I got up and jumped off the second row down from where I was previously seated.

I had waited for all of two minutes before Stiles jogged towards me. "So what's this 'Urgent' thing you needed to talk to me about?" I asked him.

"Robin, Alison's dad is a hunter. To be more precise, he's the hunter that shot Scott with a freaking crossbow." He said, huffing a little bit. Wait, what?

"Alison's father..?" I trailed off. He let out a dry laugh,

"That's exactly what I said!"

"Well, do you know for sure?" I was seriously freaking out. Out of all the people in Beacon Hills High school, I had to be friends with a hunter's daughter who may or may not be a hunter herself. Jesus Christ.

"Scott saw him this morning when her Dad picked her up." I put my head in my hands,

"Oh my god, did he recognize Scott?" I asked, my words muffled by my hands.

"We don't think so, he didn't shoot him death glares or try to kill him again so that's a good sign, right?" Coach Finstock blew his whistle and Stiles turned around.

"Tell Scott to be careful, okay? You too." He nodded and hurried to his spot in the line up of boys. I followed shortly after him and re-plopped my butt down onto my seat.

I anxiously bounced my knee as the lacrosse team flooded to one goal. I watched Scott stand in the line of boys as Jackson grabbed a longer lacrosse stick and jogged in between his team members and the goal. I couldn't stop thinking about Alison possibly killing Scott and I as boy after boy tried to get the ball in the goal. I mean, Alison seemed way too nice to kill anyone.

My attention snapped back to the ongoing practice as Coach shouted Scott's name and blew his whistle again. Scott ran at Jackson, lacking enough speed, it seemed, as he was sent hurtling into the grass when the two boys connected. The coach walked over to him speaking words I couldn't quite make out, something along the lines of, 'My dead grandmother can run faster than that! Do it again," as he got off the ground. He was hunched, trying to keep control. I could smell his anger. Scott got up and headed for the front of the line. Both Jackson and Scott got back into position.

Scott sped towards Jackson, definitely going faster than before. When the two connected again, it was Jackson that was sent to the ground, and it looked like it hurt. Jackson gripped his shoulder in pain, rocking side to side on the grassy field. Scott gripped his head, his knees buckled as he was sent to the ground. Shit, he was shifting! I shot a quick glance to Stiles and while everyone was crowded around Jackson, We bolted towards Scott.

"Scott?" Stiles asked, concerned.

"I can't control it Stiles, It's happening!" I cursed under my breath.

"What, right here? Now?" I crouched over Scott and grabbed his shoulder and armpit, Stiles did the same. "Come on, Get up!"

"Keep it back for a little longer Scott!" I pleaded to him as we raced to the Boys' Locker Room. We pushed him inside and he stumbled to his knees tearing off his gloves and leaning against one of the brick walls. Stiles bent down in front of him, attempting to calm him down.

"GET AWAY FROM ME!" Scott roared, by now, fully shifted. Stiles scrambled back, using the lockers as support.

I'd had a choice then; Be the hero and save Stiles, or be a coward and get the hell out of dodge. I knew the right choice and charged into Scott with everything I had and latched onto him.

"Scott, stop! This isn't you! Control yourself!" He struggled to free his arms and turn in my grip, he succeeded, leaving deep gashes across my right cheek. The pain caused me to let go, luckily our fight gave Stiles enough time to at least get out of maiming distance. My moment of triumph was short lived as Scott jumped atop the lockers and onto the rafters above, snarling and growling, growing closer to his Stiles- sized lunch.

Stiles stumbled over benches and into lockers. I saw what he was trying to get to, the fire extinguisher! I bought him more time as I jumped onto the rafters after Scott and pushed him to the floor. Stiles had pulled the pin and was getting his glove around the lever as Scott sprung up, jumping for the smaller boy.

I had expected a ton of blood to be sprayed on the walls, Instead, a fire extinguisher chemical cloud covered both Scott and I as I jumped down from the rafters.

After the smoke had cleared, Stiles poked his head around the corner of the door way he'd hid behind.

"Ugh, What happened?" Scott asked, sweaty and breathing heavily. Stiles and I had both let out a relieved sigh. I sat on the floor, leaned against a row of lockers and Stiles came in and threw his gloves the floor to the floor.

"You tried to kill us." He stated slightly pissed and huffing. "It's like I told you before; it's the anger, it's your pulse rising. It's a trigger." He said, kneeling in front of Scott. I closed my eyes and listened to the two.

"But that's Lacrosse, It's a pretty violent game, if you hadn't noticed!" Scott whined.

"Well, It's gonna be a lot more violent if you end up killing someone on the field. You can't play in the game Saturday, you're gonna have to get out of the game." Stile retorted.

"But I'm first line!" I sighed,

"Not anymore." I said, standing up and offering Scott my hand. He looked up at me and stared at my cheek, the gashes fresh, but healing.

"Sorry about your cheek." Scott mumbled, once again accepting my help up. I shrugged,

"It'll heal." He looked extremely guilty. "Hey, You weren't yourself. You lost control." I smirked slightly then went stone- faced and looked into his eyes., "Just remember, If it happens again, I know how to hide a body... where nobody will find you."

Scott went wide-eyed. I heard Stiles chuckle from my left. "Yeah, and I'll help her too." Stiles patted his back. I heard faint foot-steps coming from the door that lead directly out side.

"And that, is my cue." I said as walked out of the room from the door way Stiles had come in from. I was a quarter of the way down the hallway, headed to the bathrooms when I'd heard the outside doors open and a faint, 'Dude, she's so awesome.'

I knew I had a stupid grin plastered on my face, despite the stinging it caused my cheek.

Hey Guys, Not dead! :D

Anyway, this Chapter was pretty freaking intense. The locker room scene was so fun to write. No joke. I was super into it.

Oh, I made a cover photo for this Fanfic too! :D

Also; Robin is played by Hungarian Model, Barbara Palvin. She's so pretty.

Also, Also; My tumblr, (if anyone's interested.) Is under the same name as this account! I have an original little... short love story on there. Lots of funny pictures and a request for a Skate3/Teen Wolf AU as well.

Well, Hope you enjoyed!

HugsandKisses,

~I'mGivingMeAHeadache