Chapter Two
After the run in with Derek Hale, Scott went straight to work, and Stiles went home to go do whatever a Stiles does. So I figured I might as well get a little soccer practice out of the way. I changed into a pair athletic shorts and a miscellaneous t-shirt.
I proceed to pick up my soccer ball from the corner of my room and kick it into the air, with my feet and knees. Tryouts are next week and I'm gunning to be captain. I feel as if sports are part of the reason that I'm popular and Scott isn't.
I mean, until today, he's been warming the bench up since he started playing lacrosse, but I'm on the soccer, volleyball, and swim team. Scott doesn't really pay attention to what he wears and how he looks very often, but I, on the other hand, spend ridiculous amounts of time deciding whether I should curl or straighten my hair before school. And then there's the King of Nerd, Stiles.
We just live on different sides of high school, I guess, but I've got a feeling (not necessarily good or bad) that after his performance today, things are gonna change.
"I thought I told you no soccer in the house." My mom pulled me out of my thoughts, and my soccer ball dropped to the ground.
"Sorry, mom, but there's not exactly a place outside to practice. We have like no backyard. And I've got tryouts next week."
"Well, if you break anything, it's on your head." She replied. "So how was the first day?"
I smiled. "It was pretty good. Danny went to Hawaii and brought me back nothing. Oh! And I made a new friend named Allison, and she seems really cool."
"Finally!" I looked at her weird. "You finally have a girl friend, M."
"What are you talking about? I have tons of girl friends!"
"Really? Like who?"
"Lydia."
"You hate her."
"Erica."
"You talk to her like once a semester."
"Oh then um…" My mom looked at me with a winning smile. I sighed. "Whatever."
She stood up. "Well I've gotta get ready for work." She walked out of my room, and I continued kicking my soccer ball into the air for the most of the night until Scott came home from work, soaking wet.
When I walked into his room and saw him, I said, "Ew. What happened to you?"
He smiled at me excitedly. "Allison stopped by the clinic."
I scrunched up my eyebrows in confusion. "Why? Last time I checked she had hair not fur."
"Oh she ran over a dog, but bottom line; I asked her to Lydia's party and she said yes."
I smirked. "So you like her?"
He nodded. "A lot."
"Aw. That's so totally cute. So what're you wearing tomorrow?"
Scott gave me a weird look. "I don't know yet. Why?"
I rolled my eyes at him. "You don't want Allison to regret saying yes, do you?" He shook his head. "Then let me pick out your outfit."
"Ugh. Do I have to?" He lay back down onto his bed. He already knew the answer to that question as soon as I strode over to his closet and flipped through his clothes.
Next Morning
"Miranda." Jackson said sternly when I he started his car.
"Yes, master?" I joked, eyes glued to my cell phone screen. I was texting Allison.
"Is your brother taking steroids?" That caught my attention.
"What? No? Why would you even think that?" My phone started beeping but I ignored it for now.
"Why wouldn't I think that? You saw what he did on the field yesterday."
I sighed. "Jackson. Scott practiced a ton this summer. All he did was breathe lacrosse. Obviously his hard work paid off, so instead of jumping to conclusions, you should congratulate him."
Jackson's hands gripped the wheel so tight that his knuckles turned white. "I'm telling you. There's something up with him, and I'm gonna find out." Then, he got out of his car and slammed the door.
Later
Allison and I were back in the same seats that we were in yesterday to watch tryouts. Today, though, I felt a bit more worried after my confrontation with Jackson. I could see in his eyes that he had something up his sleeves.
"So I heard you're going with Scott to the party." I smiled at Allison.
She nodded, excitedly. "Yeah. He told you?"
"Of course. He's totally crushing on you. It's adorable."
"Really?" She asked. I just nodded before turning my attention to their scrimmage.
Scott was running with the ball, Jackson right behind and other players ready to guard the goal. I wasn't sure about the extent of his newfound talent, but for his own good, I hope it can get him out of this. Scott swiftly wove his way through his first two "obstacles", but coming up was one that nearly impossible. At least until he flipped over them and threw the ball passed Danny, the goalie, and into the goal.
Everyone in the bleachers erupted in applause and cheers, but in the midst, I saw Stiles sitting on bleachers not looking too happy. I caught his eye and gave him a "what's wrong?" look. He just shook his head.
"Am I taking you home or what?" Jackson said, obviously disappointed in the outcome of the scrimmage. But I couldn't shake Stiles face out of my head. He had a bad feeling, I could tell.
"Uh. No. I'm riding with Stilinski today." Jackson gave me a weird look.
"Since when are you friends with that loser?"
"Um..." I tried to think of an excuse. "I didn't do too well in Chemistry last year so he said he'd tutor me."
Jackson nodded. "Oh okay. Well, call me tonight? I'll pick you up for the party"
I smiled. "Definitely, and you did great today." He hugged me for a second before I went to find Stiles. He was just leaving the locker room, so I ran up to him.
"Stiles, what's going on?" We continued walking to the parking lot.
He sighed. "I don't know. There's just something not right about the way Scott is moving around that field. Anyways, remember that joke we made in the woods about the full moon?"
"Yeah." I said, not liking where this was going.
We both got into his jeep and he started his car up. "Well I'm starting to think that it's not a joke anymore."
I scoffed. "You're kidding."
"Do I look like I'm kidding?" He looked at me in disbelief before turning his attention back to the road.
This was weird. Despite the fact that he's Scott's best friend, Stiles and I have never been anything but acquainted. It's always been a "Hey. What's up?" kind of relationship. Basically you'd never see me with Stiles unless Scott was between us. I've never even been in the jeep without Scott before.
I sighed. "So what are we gonna do?"
"I am going do some research. You are going home." I looked at him like he was an idiot.
"You're not leaving me out Stilinski. We're going to your house, and we're both going to do some research on this werewolf business. No use in arguing because newsflash, I never lose arguments." I crossed my arms and smirked as Stiles huffed.
At Stiles's house, let's just say that after all these years of wanting something exciting to happen in Beacon Hills, I finally got my wish. Scott is a werewolf. It's the only explanation. Stiles and I had been searching the internet and through books for hours now. Then someone, probably Scott, who we called, knocks on the door. Stiles flew out of his seat to open the door.
"Get in. You have to see this. We've been reading. Websites, books, all this information." Stiles rambled.
Scott looked surprised. "You two?" I just shrugged. Stiles was picking up sheets that he printed from the computer. "How much Adderall have you had today?"
"A lot. Doesn't matter. Just listen." He said.
"Is this about the body? Did they find who did it?" Scott cut him off.
"No, they're still questioning people. Even Derek Hale-"
"The guy from the woods?" Scott asked.
"Yeah but that's not why we're here." I said. "Remember that joke we made in the woods."
Scott nodded.
"The wolf. The bite in the woods. I started doing all this reading and do you even know why a wolf howls?" Stiles exclaimed.
"Should I?" Scott was obviously not interested.
"It's a signal." I answered. "When a wolf is alone it howls to signal its location to the rest of the pack. So if you heard it howling that mean there's others. Maybe a whole pack of them."
"A pack of wolves." He asked.
"No." Stiles said. "Werewolves."
Scott scoffed at us in disbelief. "You guys are seriously wasting my time with this? I'm picking up Allison in an hour."
"I saw you on the field, Scott. What you did wasn't just amazing. It was impossible."
"I made a good shot. So what?"
"No, you made an incredible shot." I exclaimed. "The way you moved-the speed, your reflexes-people can't suddenly do that overnight. And then there's the hearing, the senses, and don't think I haven't noticed you don't need your inhaler anymore. You haven't used it since that night."
Scott sighed. "Guys I can't think about this now. We'll talk tomorrow."
"Scott, the full moon is tomorrow."
"What are you guys trying to do? I just made starting lineup. I have a date with a girl I can't believe actually wants to go out with me. Everything in my life is somehow perfect. Why are you trying to ruin it?"
"We're not trying to ruin it. We're happy for you. We really are, but it's not safe for you to go out with Allison. You have to call and cancel." I started looking through his bag for his phone.
"Miranda, stop. What are you doing?" He said. I could hear his voice getting more frustrated.
"You've got to cancel."
"No!" He yelled and threw me against the wall. After realizing what he just did, he threw Stiles's computer chair to release his anger. "I'm so sorry, M. I didn't mean it. I just… I've gotta go." He grabbed his bag.
"Miranda, are you okay?" Stiles rushed to me. I shook my head.
"He's so screwed." I said, spitefully. "I've got a plan."
Stiles perked up in interest. "Good! What is it?"
I smirked. "You're taking me to the party, Stilinski. Scott's not hurting anyone tonight."
Hoped you guys liked this chapter. Make sure to leave a review. I tried to use some of the criticism to make this chapter better. Anyways I'm trying to update a ton. Like everyday so you guys don't forget about the story. I know it sucks when someone updates a chapter like a month later and you can't remember what happened in the last chapter. It sucks. But whatever. Thanks for reading! xx