Allison checked to make sure Haven was still in the shower before going downstairs to talk to her dad. She knocked on the door to his study before going in, "Got a minute?"
Chris looked away from what he was reading, "Of course, come in."
Allison closed the door behind her and approached her father's desk, "Haven told me about her date that ended early."
"And?" Chris inquired, appearing very interested in the details.
"And when Scott ditched her, Derek Hale gave her a ride home." Allison replied, knowing where her father would go with that bit of information, but added in her own opinion, "I think Derek is trying to get to us, through her. Nothing happened, but why else would he make an introduction like that?"
"You are certain that Scott isn't a werewolf?" Chris asked, his mental wheels turning.
"Almost positive. He makes enough human error from what I've seen. And it doesn't ever seem deliberate. So, yeah, I'm pretty sure that Scott is not the young wolf from the woods." Allison had her doubts, but she was going to be sure to stick close to her sister just in case.
"Alright. I trust your instincts, but keep an eye out anyway. Not that I need to tell you that." Chris grinned then pointed to the clock with his pen, "You girls better get going. It's almost time for school."
Allison nodded affirmatively then left her father's study.
Chris tossed his pen onto the desk and sighed heavily. He did not like the thought of Derek Hale being so close to Haven like that, and it was even more suspicious that he hadn't tried anything. "What is he up to?" Chris thought aloud before going back to what he was doing before Allison came in.
After leaving her father's office, Allison went back upstairs to get her backpack and whatnot, when she literally almost ran into Haven coming out of her room.
Haven managed to take a half step back so they didn't actually collide, "Whoa, where's the fire?"
"Running late." Allison replied and Haven thought that was weird.
"Coming from the person who was up and dressed before I was." Haven replied sarcastically, "Seriously, what's up?"
Haven grabbed her bag before following Allison into her room.
"I just have a lot on my mind, Haven." Allison replied but could tell Haven wasn't about to let it go, so she lied, "This guy, Greenburg, he keeps asking me out and I keep telling him no. If he doesn't let up I just might slug him."
Haven laughed, "Alli, slugging people is my job. I didn't get suspended for two months at our last school for nothing." She grinned and nudged her sister's shoulder with her own, "Don't worry, if that Greenburg character gives you any trouble, I'll take care of it." Haven winked at Allison before walking out of the room.
Allison hated lying to her sister like that, but she wasn't allowed to tell Haven the truth. Even though she and Chris agreed where it came to Haven and whether or not she should be told about the family secret. Honestly, she thought that it would help Haven mature and whatnot, to know. Too bad Victoria didn't agree.
Haven tied her hair up as she walked towards the stairs, but stopped for a moment. She felt something weird when she said the word 'trouble' and was trying to process. It was almost as if that word, 'trouble' had a whole other meaning for her, but she couldn't place it. Not thinking it was anything to bother with, Haven brushed it off and descended down the stairs, not knowing that the Parker in her was trying to break through.
The time for English class rolled around and Haven took a seat at the front of the class before anyone else claimed it. When Scott came in, he took the seat right behind her. Wanting to tease him a bit, she reached into her book bag, turned around and tossed one of her old Pat Benatar t-shirts at him.
Scott laughed, pulling the shirt off his head. He looked at it then at her in question.
"I told you I didn't think you could pull it off. I never said that I wasn't going to throw it at you." Haven replied with a wink before facing forward.
Scott couldn't stop smiling, even as he put the shirt in his own backpack. He was taking this as a sign that Haven was warming up more to the idea of giving him a second chance. Even though that was their only exchange during the whole class, Scott still took it as a sign.
After class, Scott walked out with Haven, asking "You want to come watch practice?"
Haven was going through her bag for something when she answered, "Can't today, sorry." She honestly wasn't trying to give him the brush off, she just couldn't go due to plans with Allison.
"Oh." Scott replied, disappointed.
Haven heard his tone and looked at him, "I have plans with Alli today. Another time...I better head to class." She gave Scott a little wave and walked down the hall, even though she had a little time before actually having to get there.
"I'm guessing she decided to give you a second chance?" Stiles asked, from behind Scott.
"She's giving me a chance at a second chance." Scott replied, walking with his friend in the opposite direction of where Haven walked off to. "But there's more to it than that." Scott sounded like he was on the verge of freaking out when he said that.
"What?" Stiles asked, looking around as Scott did to make sure no one was within earshot.
"Remember the hunters I was telling you about? Well, her dad is one of them." Scott stopped at one of the lockers and hit his head on it.
"Did he recognize you? Does Haven know?" Stiles asked, one after another.
"No, I don't think so, and I don't know." Scott banged his head on the locker a couple times before he couldn't believe it and was definitely trying to not freak out.
"Okay, dude, just get through the day and focus on Lacrosse. Okay?" Stiles pulled Scott away from the lockers and pushed him down the hall. Neither of them saw when Allison stepped out of her little hiding place and heard every word.
"Dammit." Allison's instincts were wrong and now she had such a tough decision to make. Did she tell her father what she had learned or keep her mouth shut for Haven's sake? Her loyalty to the hunters and the loyalty to her sister were two different things and honestly...Allison wasn't sure what she was going to do about it. All that she did know was that one way or another, she was going to protect her twin.
After school, Allison found Haven out by the Lacrosse field. "I thought you were meeting me at the car. What are you doing here?"
Haven used her thumb to point over her shoulder at the practice going on behind her, "I just wanted to see how the team looked for the big game Saturday."
Allison didn't believe her, "More like you wanted to check Scott out." She pinched the bridge of her nose, "Are you sure you want to waste your time on him? I mean, come on, he stood you up and pawned you off on one of his buddies to give you a ride home. And then he didn't even give you a real explanation."
Haven crossed her arms, "Weren't you the one who was encouraging me to go out with him?" she asked with a raised brow.
"That was before I found out what an ass he was." Allison replied. Yeah, she was trying to drive a wedge between Haven and whatever feelings she might be developing for Scott. It would make her feel far less guilty telling their dad about what she overheard if she knew that Haven didn't have any feelings for him.
Haven, didn't want to admit that Allison had her points, so she didn't. She adjusted the strap of her bag on her shoulder and said, "Let's go." instead.
The sisters walked off the field before Scott or anyone else even noticed that they were there.
"Okay, Haven, I love you but this sick puppy look is freaking me out." Allison plucked one of her french fries at her sister. Before going to the bookstore they decided to stop at the diner for something to eat.
Haven retaliated by throwing one of her own fries back at Alli, "I do not look like a sick puppy. I'm not one of those girly girls who gets all depressed or whatever over a guy."
"Haven, you've never really liked a guy before." Allison retorted.
Haven knew that was true, and yet there was a nagging feeling inside her that was saying it was false. Ignoring the weird feeling, once again, Haven moved on, "You're right though, he's an ass." Haven dipped her french fry in some ketchup and added in, "He's got a fine ass too."
Allison gagged at that comment which made Haven laugh a bit loudly. That just made Allison feel even more conflicted because she wanted Haven to be happy, but Scott was a freaking werewolf! She was supposed to be a hunter, not a sympathizer. If Haven wasn't in the mix then she would have done what was needed, but that wasn't the case. Haven was her sister and had a crush, something that had never happened before.
Allison decided to herself that she would wait before acting. Maybe she heard wrong? It would be very bad if she did, so she wasn't going to say a word to her dad...yet.
"Earth to Alli." Haven threw another fry at Allison, that she caught with her mouth. The twins threw their hands up with a loud, "Ohhhh!" cheer escaping them, which received some unhappy looks from the other customers as well as the staff.
"Time to go?" Haven asked, knowing the answer.
"Oh, yeah." Allison replied and they quickly put enough money on the table for the bill and tip before darting out of the diner.
The bookstore wasn't far from the diner, so the twins walked instead of taking the car. "So aside from a new journal, what are we here for?" Allison asked, going through some of the discounted calendars in the front display that were 80% off.
"Bookmarks and who knows. I'm going to browse a bit." Haven replied, not really expecting to find anything, but wanted to look around.
While Allison was looking at stuff at the front of the store, Haven ventured to the back. Her fingers traced over the leather bindings of the older books. She was a sucker for the classics. Somehow Haven ended up in the 'supernatural' section as her eyes scanned over the books. One in particular caught her attention so she pulled it off the shelf.
Haven didn't even have a chance to open the book to see what it was about, it was just the symbol on the binding that had caught her attention. It looked like a howling wolf surrounded by arrows. What kept her from checking it out was Allison poking her head around the corner, "Almost ready?"
"Yeah." Haven answered and was about to put the book back, but decided to buy it instead.
"I'll meet you outside." Allison stated when her phone started to ring.
"Okay." Haven replied as she plucked a blank journal from the shelf. Bringing the items to the counter, she cashed up then headed out to meet Allison. "Everything okay?"
Allison slipped her phone back into her pocket, "Yeah, it was just dad checking in. I told him we'd be home soon."
Haven rolled her eyes at that fact but complied, "Let's go then." she replied and the girls walked back to the car to get home.
It was well past midnight and Haven was still wide awake. She was literally lying on her back, staring at the ceiling. Her mind was going over all the things she and Allison had talked about where Scott was concerned. Yeah, Allison had her points and Haven her her doubts but...maybe it was worth it. Or maybe Scott was right when he said she'd regret it. Haven didn't know one way or another, but she couldn't stop herself from wanting to find out.
Too bad that decision didn't lead her to getting some sleep. It was starting to get ridiculous so Haven threw off her covers and went downstairs to get something to drink. She stopped at the bottom of the stairs when she heard her parents talking.
"She's almost seventeen, it's time." Haven heard her father's words and wondered who specifically he was talking about.
"No, it's not. I am not saying this again. Haven is not ready to know and honestly, I don't think she ever will be." Victoria replied. She sounded so frustrated with having this conversation yet again.
"I feel like a broken record trying to convince you that she's ready." Chris sounded just as frustrated.
"And I feel like a broken record telling you no." Victoria shot back.
When it sounded like they were headed this way, Haven darted up the stairs as quickly and quietly as she could. In case her parents decided to come and check on her, Haven climbed into bed and pretended to be asleep. She was right. Haven heard the door open and after a few moments, she heard it close again.
Haven sat up once she was sure no one else was going to open the door and thought aloud, "What the hell was that about?"
After awhile, she managed to fall asleep but got up far earlier than she should have. So in other words, she only had slept for about a couple hours.
There was no way she was going to lie at the ceiling again, so she got up, dressed, and ready for the day. She really wanted to know what her parents were talking about, but it didn't feel like it was the best time. And for some reason, she didn't want to ask Allison about it. All Haven wanted to do was go to school, so despite the early hour, that's where she went.
Haven left a note saying she had already left for school and walked there. It was a longer walk than a drive, but she didn't mind. It gave her time to think about everything and wonder about just as much. She hated feeling like she was being pulled in two different directions and hated feeling like she was out of the loop. On top of that, she couldn't stand the weird nagging feeling in her chest. It was almost like her subconscious was trying to break through and tell her everything she needed to know. Alas, Haven ignored it...again.
Haven had plenty of time before class actually started, so she sat down in the hall against the bottom row of lockers. The weird wolf symbol book was in her bag so she pulled it out and started to read. She didn't get very far before a group of kids walked into school that she recognized from being on the Lacrosse team, or spectators of the practice. Eavesdropping on their conversation wasn't her intention, but that's what happened, especially when her ears picked up on them saying that they heard Scott wasn't going to play in the big game tomorrow.
She turned her head to look at them and asked, "Where did you hear that?" They just looked at her like she was a nutjob and kept on walking. "That's the other Argent." one of the girls stated with a laugh and Haven rolled her eyes. She wanted to say something to the girl, but Haven literally bit her tongue to keep quiet. It wasn't worth it. Yeah, she knew that Allison was the more popular of the two, but did people really have to point it out?
That took up more time than Haven thought before even more kids started coming into the school, so she got up to her feet. She intended to find Scott and see whether or not that group was just spreading a rumor or if he really wasn't going to play the next day. Unfortunately she didn't see Scott anywhere, so she just headed to class and decided to ask him in English.
The time seemed to fly by before their shared class, but, thanks to Allison, Haven was late getting there so she didn't get a seat near Scott. She was a bit annoyed by this but planned to ask him after class instead. Too bad the time didn't fly then as much as it had earlier. Every second felt like an hour to her, she didn't think the bell would ever ring.
Eventually, as all things did, class ended. She caught up with Scott at his locker and smiled, "Hey, I wanted to tell you that I was planning on going to the game tomorrow, but if you're not playing I think I'm going to pass."
Scott looked at Haven, "You were going to come to the game?"
"Uh, yeah. I enjoy watching you kick ass. Which is weird since as far as I can remember, I hate sports, but whatever." Haven replied then shrugged, "Whatever," she repeated, "text me or something if you do end up playing. I gotta get to class." Haven ended the conversation right there and headed down to her own locker.
After putting in the combination she opened it and looked confused when she saw her scarf hanging in there. Haven thought she still had it stuffed at the bottom of her purse, but there it was. She jumped about fifty feet when she heard Scott ask, "Where did you get that?"
Haven caught her breath and placed her hand on her chest, "You gave me a freaking heart attack."
"Where did you get that?" Scott repeated, pointing to the scarf in her hand.
"My scarf? It was in my locker. Allison must have put it in there." Haven replied, not seeing the big deal about it.
"Did she find it herself or did someone give it to her?" Scott asked then quickly added, "How much did you and Derek talk that night? What did he say to you?"
"Your friend and I barely talked." Haven replied.
"He's not my friend." Scott retorted.
Haven scoffed, "Oh, okay, so your non friend gave me a ride home that night? If I knew that he wasn't your friend then I never would have even gotten in the car with him." she was starting to get a bit pissed.
"What did you say to him?" Scott demanded to know and Haven slammed her locker door.
"I have to get to class, and you know what, don't text me if you're going to play. Send me a text when you stop being a jerk." Haven turned around and walked away, ignoring him when he called after her.
Once Haven turned the corner, out of Scott's sight, she kicked a locker in frustration. "Why do I always fall for the jerks?" Haven thought aloud then felt really weird. Why had she said that when she knew she had never fallen for anyone before. "It's official, I'm losing my mind." Haven threw her hands up in defeat and finally made her way to class to finish the rest of this school day as soon as possible.
Allison wasn't able to get a moment with Haven until they got home, "Hey!" she called out, but Haven just slammed her door in reply. Well, Allison wasn't about to accept that answer. She walked right into Haven's room without knocking or permission. "What is with you, Haven? You've been dodging me all day and I can tell something is wrong, so just tell me."
Haven walked out of the closet wearing a hoodie and a pair of sweatpants, "I don't want to talk. Is that a crime?" she replied with snark.
Allison crossed her arms, "I know you. I know when something is bothering you, so just talk to me."
Haven ran her hand through her hair, "I feel like I'm going insane! Scott is so great one second and an ass the next. I heard mom and dad talking about me the other night about something that he wants me to know but I'm not mature or ready to know it, according to mom. I feel like there's something I should know, but I don't know what it is and it's driving me crazy!" After that outburst, Haven threw herself face down on the bed.
Allison sat down next to Haven and shoved her a little so she'd roll over. When Haven flopped over onto her back, Allison spoke, "Scott is a guy, Haven. Being jerks one second and princes the next is in their DNA. As for mom and dad, I don't know what they're talking about but I'm sure it's nothing. You know everything you need to know, sis. Okay?"
Haven trusted Allison with her life, so she trusted her on this too. "Fine." She muttered, reluctantly, but it still didn't stop what she was feeling.
"Come on, the parental units are going to be late tonight so let's order some pizza and watch movies." Allison stood up and held her hand out to her sister.
Haven sighed, accepted Alli's hand and got up to her feet, "Fine. But I get to pick."
"As long as it's not the Wolfman again, I'm game." Allison replied and based off Haven's grin, she sighed, "You're picking the Wolfman again, aren't you?"
"Yep." Haven grinned again and darted out of her room with a groaning Allison right behind her. As if Allison didn't have enough werewolf stuff on her mind as it was. Of course, Haven didn't know that, but if Allison had her way she would...and soon.
The next day came and as far as Saturdays went, this one was pretty boring. Allison and Victoria were out for the day, and Chris was working or something, so Haven had the house to herself. She spent it watching horror movies mostly and the rest of the time she was either checking her phone or debating whether or not to text Scott.
When evening rolled around, and Haven was still home alone, she was up in her room going through one of her old boxes. It was filled with second place medals and pictures of the various gymnastics competitions she'd been a part of. It was kinda bittersweet going through that stuff because she knew she'd never be as good as Allison. Even though her sister wasn't competing anymore either, it didn't change how she felt.
Haven let out a sigh and looked out the open window. It was getting a bit drafty so she went over and closed it, along with the curtains. Her eyes then widened when she thought she saw something. Haven quickly threw open the curtains and gasped when she swore she saw Scott, but not Scott, out there and then gone in the blink of an eye. "Yep, I'm going crazy."
That was her initial thought until she heard a car come to a screeching halt and then a thump. Haven looked out her window and saw her dad's car...along with Scott on the ground. "Okay, maybe not." she said to herself and ran down the stairs, outside. "What did you do?" Haven asked both of them, rushing over to Scott. "Jeeze, Dad, were you trying to kill him?"
"No, of course not, he came out of nowhere." Chris retorted, watching his daughter's interactions with Scott.
"It's my fault, sorry. Sorry I hit your car." Scott got to his feet with Haven's assistance. "I just wanted to come by and say hi...and ask if you were still planning on coming to the game." Scott looked hopefully at Haven when he spoke.
"That depends." Haven replied, "Are you playing?"
Scott nodded, bringing a smile out of Haven, "Then I'm definitely coming." she replied.
"We both are." Chris added in. A statement that received a raised brow of question from his daughter.
"I better get going, got to get ready and all." Scott replied, and gave a brief wave before walking off.
"Scott, wait." Haven called after him and sprinted to catch up, "Are you feeling okay?" she asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Why?" He countered.
"Because...okay this is going to sound crazy, but I swore I saw you...ish, up on my roof." Haven laughed like it was insane, but part of her didn't think it was.
"No, not me. I wasn't on your roof." Scott hoped that sounded convincing enough because he was a bit caught off guard by her question. He hadn't been aware she'd seen him.
Haven crossed her arms because she didn't believe him, something she voiced aloud, "I don't believe you...but that just made you at least five percent more interesting." She grinned and walked backwards, "See you later, McCall."
Scott watched Haven go and wasn't sure if he had just dodged a bullet there or if he had just stepped in front of a gun that hadn't been fired yet.
As Haven and Chris walked onto the stands, she said, "You know, you didn't have to come tonight."
Chris took some of Haven's popcorn before handing the container to her, "You have an interest in this boy, therefore I have an interest."
"I thought you were letting Alli take charge of whether or not he was worthy of my potential affections?" Haven retorted, popping a piece of popcorn into her mouth.
"You're my little girl, how can I not see for myself?" Chris countered and smiled at Haven's eye roll. Chris looked over and saw a girl getting really close to Scott, "Who's that?" he cocked his head over to who he was referring to.
Haven groaned, "That's Lydia. From what I can tell she's a popularity loving, fashion conscious, queen bee nitwit."
"Tell me how you really feel about her." Chris teased and Haven gently swatted him in reply.
"The game's starting." Haven stated and quickly spotted Scott on the field. She was annoyed when the other players didn't get him the ball when he was wide open, but she was pissed when Jackson checked him, or whatever the hell the term is for forcefully shoving someone out of the way. Haven stood up and shouted, "What the hell, Jackson! You're on the same team!"
"I take it you don't like Jackson either." Chris stated and Haven sat back down.
"He's Lydia's boyfriend, so that's an automatic no." Haven replied and Chris smiled.
"What?" She asked, not sure why he was smiling like that.
"Nothing, it's just...it's nice. Having some one on one time with you. We haven't done it in awhile." Ever since Allison found out about hunting, he hated to admit it, but time with Haven had been put on the back burner a bit.
Haven didn't say anything in reply to that, because she didn't like thinking about being 'second fiddle' or whatever the hell that term was, also. Allison was numero uno in more ways than one, Haven accepted it a long time ago, but that didn't mean she liked talking about it.
Something out of the corner of her eye caught Haven's attention, it was a huge sign that Lydia was holding with Allison. It wasn't until that moment that she realized Allison was even there. It wasn't the fact that her sister was sitting with Lydia that irked her, it was the 'We Luv Jackson' sign that did. "For the love." Haven had a facepalm moment before cupping her hands around her mouth and shouted, "Kick some ass, McCall!" she hoped he heard her. He moved his head like he did, so she hoped he had.
"Language." Chris teased then asked, "Which one is Scott, again?"
Haven stuck her tongue out in a juvenile manner before replying, "Number 11. The one who hasn't caught a ball yet, only because no one will actually pass to him." After answering, she turned her attention back to the game. She looked back just in time to see Scott's hell of a play. Haven would swear that he had just flown over the other players and was weaving in and out of the opposing team with such swiftness, "Go, go, go." Haven repeated over, moving closer to the edge of her seat.
When Scott shot the ball and made the goal, Haven jumped up to her feet and cheered loudly, "Go McCall!"
Chris had never seen his daughter like this before and all suspicions aside, Chris was glad that he was there to witness this side of his daughter. He hadn't seen her like this in such a long time and apparently he had this Scott McCall to thank for it...wonderful.
Haven couldn't take her eyes off Scott as he scored yet another goal. There was now only twenty seconds left on the clock, score tied five to five, and Scott, once again, had the ball. He stopped near the goal with two of the opposing team members charging towards him. "Come on, Pen Boy." Haven said softly to herself, "You can do it."
Just then, Scott took his shot and scored the winning goal. Everyone on the Beacon Hills side cheered, Haven was no exception. She leaped off the seat and ran down to go meet up with Scott and congratulate him, but by the time she got out there Scott was running off the field. Haven held her hands out to her sides, wondering what the heck that was about and was determined to know.
Haven took off after Scott and followed him into the school. She lost him for a minute, but that soon changed when a helmet was thrown out of the boy's locker room, into the hall. Haven picked it up and walked into the dark locker room, "Scott?" After setting the helmet down on a nearby bench, she walked further inside, "You in here?"
The sight of shattered glass on the floor caught Haven's attention, and that was soon followed by her quickly turning around after hearing something, "This is usually the point in the movie where the audience screams out don't go in there." She thought aloud then rubbed her forehead, "And yet, here I am." The amusement she found in this made her laugh while shaking her head.
Getting back on track, Haven walked to the back of the locker room where the showers were and found Scott in there, "You okay?" She asked, placing her hand on his shoulder.
Scott turned around and let out a breath, "Yeah, I was lightheaded or something."
"Probably the adrenaline." Haven replied, smiling, "You were kickass out there. I was definitely impressed."
It felt good to hear her say that. "I'm sorry I've been so weird, especially today."
Haven shrugged, "Apparently it's in your DNA." she joked, referring to her conversation with Allison. "Like I said Mr McCall, you've become at least five percent more interesting. Weird, but interesting...like a mystery wrapped in an enigma, I like that."
"I have to admit...you...you make me kinda nervous." Scott even sounded nervous when he said that.
Haven laughed, "What? I do?" she found that hard to believe, honestly.
"Yeah," Scott answered like it was the most obvious thing in the world, "Like really, really nervous."
Haven felt like she was blushing and put her hand to her cheek to try and hide it.
"Do I still have that chance at a second chance?" Scott asked, hopeful.
"Nope." Haven answered seriously then grinned, "You don't have a chance at it, you have it...now the question is...are you going to take it?" She took a step closer to him as she asked that.
Scott smiled, "I think I need to start taking more chances."
"Oh, yeah." Haven replied, smiling wide. The two shared a laugh before locking their eyes on one another. If asked, she would have sworn there was a magnetic pull between them before their lips met. Now, this wasn't Haven's first kiss, but it was the first time a kiss ever felt like this. It was...well, for lack of better term, perfect.
When their lips finally parted, both Haven and Scott smiled. The moment of course had to be interrupted by her phone beeping, indicating that she had a text message. Haven groaned, pulling the phone from her jacket pocket, "It's my dad, I better get back." She gave Scott a quick peck on the cheek before making her way to the exit. On the way she passed Stiles and couldn't help but ask, "Enjoy the show?" since he was in clear view of her kiss with Scott.
Stiles reaction of trying to act like he didn't see anything, made Haven laugh. It was weird, she felt like she hadn't laughed like this in a long time, which was definitely true...but in more ways than one.
Allison stood next to her father on the field, and let out a breath. "You still so sure?" He asked, looking at her skeptically.
"I am sure that Haven is falling for him, and I am sure that he's bringing a side out in her that we haven't seen in a long time, so that makes me sure that we need solid proof before acting. Not just suspicion." Allison replied.
Chris listened to his daughter and nodded in agreement, "Let's not bring this up to your mother yet."
"Alright. I'll see you at home." Allison turned around to meet back up with Lydia since they had plans for after the game.
A few minutes later, Haven walked over to her father, "Sorry for taking so long. I just wanted to check in on him."
"How is he?" Chris asked, walking with her off the field.
"Good, really good actually." Haven smiled, thinking about the kiss she and Scott had just shared.
Chris wondered what exactly that smile of hers was about, but didn't ask. He doubted he'd get a straight answer from her anyway.
On the opposite side of the field, Derek stepped out and watched Haven walk off with her father. Not only that, he watched as Jackson picked up Scott's glove that had been thrown to the ground. Derek wasn't happy about any of this, and as he walked off he started to come up with a plan to do something about it.
End Episode 2