Second part, still based on a graphic I will link to my profile since I just realized fanfiction won't let me link anything to my actual story. Thanks for the reviews! I really appreciaite them!
Morning came around faster than Sam had expected, but then again after being out so late she didn't get much sleep at all. The only reason she was even up so early on a Saturday was because Scott had told her the night before that he and Jackson had a lacrosse game at 10am. She rolled out of bed and walked to the kitchen, realizing she forgot to get anything in terms of food. Slightly frustrated, she marched to the bathroom to tie her long brown hair back and brush her teeth, adding a bit of makeup so she didn't scare anyone with the bags under her eyes, and she was out the door.
The school was easy enough to find, for a sport Sam had never seen before it sure brought in the whole neighborhood to watch. She slipped on her red leather gloves and walked over to sit on the bleachers next to the field, the game had just started and they were all running so fast she couldn't tell who was who. That is, until she spotted Scott running around at an inhumanly speed. People cheered, she guessed a goal was made, and the Beacon Hills coach called a time-out to talk to the players.
That's when she saw him. There was no mistaking him either, Sam was shocked by their facial resemblances. She had seen pictures of course, she had to know who she was looking for, but it's so different to see her little brother in person like this. She was about to stand up and try to go see him up close when a hand grabbed her ankle from behind the bleachers. She was startled and fell back into her seat before turning around to see Derek with his constant look of annoyance. Well two could play at that game, Sam thought as she glared right back at him.
Derek rolled his eyes. "Talk to him after the game, you're going to need more than a couple minutes to tell him without emotionally scarring him."
Just then the whistle blew and the game was back on. Great, he was right then, she hated when other people were right. Sam turned and jumped down off the seat to stand with Derek. For a lonely and broody werewolf, he seemed to know a lot about the people here. "What did you say he was again? A Kamina?"
"Kanima. He's basically a giant lizard until some past issues are resolved."
Sam absent-mindedly took off her gloves and held them in her right hand. "A giant lizard? How did he even turn into that in the first place?"
"Well once the issues are dealt with he'll be a werewolf like he wanted when he asked me to give him the bite" Derek was interrupted when Sam smacked him on the arm with her gloves, hard. "Ow, what was that for?"
Sam eyes were ablaze. "You bit him?"
Derek shrugged like it was no big deal. "Yeah, he asked for it and then I became Alpha. What's the problem? You're a werewolf, don't you think this makes it easier anyways?"
Sam opened her mouth to protest, but he was right. This means she wouldn't have to hide what she was from Jackson. She crossed her arms stubbornly. "Still, I was bitten when I was 15, it sucked trying to get through school like that." Another whistle blew, the game was over. She hadn't realized they'd been talking for so long, but now she could get to the point of why she was here in the first place. "I have to go talk to him," was all she said before walking away from Derek and towards Jackson, who was sitting with a few others from his team. From the looks of their faces, they had won the game.
Scott saw her coming before anyone else, he leaned over to Jackson and nudged him before saying something and pointing in Sam's direction. Jackson turned around, obviously not interested in anything Scott had to say, and eyed her suspiciously. When she got to him, the rest of the players were gone and he stood there, waiting for her to explain why he should listen to her instead of go celebrate with his friends.
"Um, hi Jackson. I'm Sam," she started with a smile. She just realized she had no idea how she should even begin this conversation.
Jackson looked impatient. "Right, well I don't know if you went here before but just so you know, the only creep who watches these games without being a parent or student is Derek Hale, and you're starting to look as weird as him," he stated as he turned to leave. Alright, he's got an attitude, it's not like that doesn't run in the family anyways.
"Do you talk to your parents like that?" Sam called after him.
Jackson only half turned his head in response, "They're my family, they're the exception." And he was jogging away to meet his teammates.
Well, if he was going to be like that then maybe Sam would just take her sweet time with this. Sisters were supposed to torment their little brothers after all, right?