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Chapter 29:

(Fast forward to Monday)

--Scott's POV:

I was pretty sure Allison wasn't going to forgive me. I hadn't seen her all day at school except for in a few of my classes. I was positive she was avoiding me. I couldn't blame her. I had even told Em what had happened and she told me the same thing Stiles had. I needed to talk to her.

My foot bounced as I sat on a bench outside the schools entrance. I didn't have much time until lacrosse practice started so I was trying to catch Allison while she was leaving.

After a few moments I realized she wasn't coming. Standing up, I looked around for Stiles. He was supposed to meet me after I talked to Allison.

I turned to the school doors just in time to see Allison walking through the doors right towards me.

At first she didn't notice me but as soon as she did she gave me a sad look.

Crap. I'm in trouble.

"Allison!"

"Yes?" She asked in a slightly annoyed tone.

"Allison, I am so sorry about Saturday night."

"No, its ok. You just left me there alone." She said sarcastically while crossing her arms. I could tell she was trying to be mad but she was failing miserably.

I gave her a smile, "Please, I promise it was for a good reason."

"Mhm."

All I could do was smile at her. She was unbelievably cute when she was pretending to be mad.

A smile slowly crept onto her face as she gave me an evil eye.

"So do you forgive me?" I said hopefully.

"Only this one time. Don't do it again." She said as she pointed at me playfully.

"Never again. I promise." I laughed.

We both stood there staring at one another like the love-struck teenagers we were. A car horn both brought us back to Earth as Allison looked over to the noise that had interrupted us.

"Well I need to get going. That's my dad."

"Ok. See you tomorrow?"

"Sure." She laughed.

I hadn't realized how much I had missed her beautiful smile all day. It took the air right out of my lunges every time I saw her. I wanted to kiss her soft lips but before I could she turned with a teasing grin and walked towards the street.

I turned towards the school to walk away but decided to get one last glance of Allison before she left. Turning around I noticed the large SUV she was getting in to. A man, that I assumed was her dad, was letting her in. Allison noticed me smiling at her and gave me a small wave.

Her dad must of noticed her waving at me and turned around to see who she was looking at.

My jaw almost dropped to the floor when I saw him. He was the hunter from last night. He was the one that had shot me with a freaking arrow. My stomach churned as I nervously waved at him. He gave me a fatherly smile and to my relief walked to the other side of the SUV and got in.

*****

Standing with my bare back against the cold lockers in the locker room I felt like I was about to have an anxiety attack.

Allison, the girl I was falling madly for, was the daughter of a man trying to kill me. Not only that, he almost had succeeded in his attempt.

Stiles must of noticed my panic attack and came to my aid.

"Scott! Did you talk Allison?" He asked nervously.

"Yeah." I said breathlessly.

"And?"

"She forgave me."

Stiles gave me a confused look, "Well why are you freaking out then?"

"Allison's dad is going to kill me." I said. I felt my heart beat picking up again.

"Well that's a normal fathers reaction to when their daughters start dating."

"No Stiles! Allison's dad is the hunter from Saturday night. The one that shot me!" I took a deep breath and felt like I was going to faint.

Stiles looked at me dramatically with his eyes wide and his mouth open.

"What?" He screamed.

I quickly shushed him. "What am I going to do?"

Our lacrosse coach's whistle rang in both of our ears. "All right ladies! Get your ass' out here or go home!"

Our coach was a complete jerk but a good coach at that.

"Well, right now we can't deal with this. We will figure it out after practice." Stiles said frantically while throwing all my lacrosse gear at me and giving me a desperate smile. He didn't wasn't to get yelled at by coach.

I quickly threw on all my stuff and made my way out of the locker room behind Stiles.

The whole team stood in a huddle in the middle of the grass field behind the school. I made my way over to Stiles who was waving at someone in the bleachers. I looked up and saw Em waving back and smiling at us both. She must not have ride home so she was going to wait until we get out of practice. It wasn't anything new though. She did that a lot every year.

Coach was saying something about the game Wednesday night but I wasn't paying any attention. I was to worried about Allison's dad and him trying to kill me.

"McCall!"

"Huh?" My head snapped up to Coach who was giving me a disapproving look.

"Are you listening?"

"Uh. Yes."

I could hear the rest of the team snicker. Especially Jackson. I couldn't say I hated Jackson but I didn't exactly like him. He was a complete ass who always had everyone's attention. Not that I wanted any of his attention.

"Good. Now line up everyone! Jackson, you are on defense." Coach yelled.

Jackson took a spot in front of the goalie while the rest of the team and I made a line a few yards in front of him.

The goal of this drill was to get past Jackson and score a goal in the net, which was guarded by the goalie, Danny.

Glancing over at Em, she was just sitting there, texting like a mad man. I wondered who she was texting. Probably Allison. She had told me that they had become friends, which was more pressure of me.

I was third in line with Stiles behind me. Both guys in front of me went and failed to even get past Jackson. Jackson just stood there with a smug expression on his face as he watched me approach the front.

I was very aware that Jackson had become pretty suspicious as to how I became so good at practice last week. Luckily he hadn't brought it up to me.

I stood nervously at the front of the line, spinning my lacrosse stick in my hands. Taking a deep breath, I waited for Coach to blow the whistle.

As soon as the sound reached my ears, I sprinted forwards. Jackson's smirk never let his face as he readied for my attempt.

I didn't even realize what had happened as I lay on the smooth grass. Jackson had purposely used all his strength to deflect me and slam me to the ground. And of course, Coach applauded him for his aggressiveness.

Glancing over towards the bleachers, Em grimaced at me. She had seen the whole thing and I guess it looked like it hurt a lot worse than it exactly did. She gave me a reassuring smile before turning back to her cell phone that was in her lap.

"Come on you wimp! Get up and go again McCall." Coach yelled at me.

I shook my head as one of my teammates helped me up. I could feel the anger boiling up inside me as Jackson made some snide remark about my attempt. Returning to the front of the line Stiles looked at me concerned.

"You alright dude?"

I only growled.

I could feel Stiles back away from me. I didn't know what was taking over me but it felt good.

The whistle blew and before I knew it Jackson was face down in the dirt holding his elbow with the lacrosse ball in the net. I had scored! I turned around just in time for a pain to erupt in my stomach.

The same pain from when I transformed Saturday night. Luckily for me everyone was huddled around Jackson on the ground so I could make an easy escape.

I must of hit him really hard.

I ran towards the locker room, each stride the pain grew worse and worse.

--Stiles POV:

I stood in awe as Scott plowed over Jackson and scored easily. Jackson lay on the ground obviously in pain. Looking over to find Scott I was just in time to see Scott running towards the locker rooms. I quickly picked up my stick and ran after him.

Running into the locker room I noticed it was really quiet.

"Scott?" I asked nervously.

There was no answer. I had to admit, what he had done to Jackson was awesome but I would congratulate him later. Jackson must have triggered something that had caused Scott to transform. Luckily I don't think anyone had seen him.

Making my way down the locker isles, I called again for Scott but there was no answer. As I made the corner around to another isle I almost bummed into Scott. I yelped and must of scared him because he spun around quickly.

I felt my eyes widen as I stared back at my best friend. His eyes were yellow and fangs protruded from his mouth. He looked pretty badass but it wasn't the time for that. Scott obviously wasn't in control of his body right now as he growled at me.

Fear kicked in as I turned on my heal and made a break for the door. It was like a game of cat and mouse, but Scott had an upper hand now. The locker room was small and there wasn't very many placed to hide. I managed to wedge myself in-between the locker and the wall. Scott had disappeared. I needed to find something to snap him out of it. As if on cue I noticed the huge industrial flashlight on the wall next to me.

"Perfect." I whispered. Big mistake.

Scott came barreling around the corner bearing his fangs. I immediately grabbed the large flashlight and let him have it. I had read somewhere that werewolves were very sensitive to extremely bright lights.

"Scott snap out of it!" I yelled.

A few seconds later, after Scott's shrieks faded, I heard a voice.

"Stiles?" I heard Scott say weakly.

I took a deep breath, realizing I had succeeded.

"What in the hell just happened?" He said while rubbing his forehead with his fingers.

"Oh, nothing really. You my friend, just tried to kill me." I said sarcastically while dropping the flashlight and plopping down beside Scott.

He just sat there like he was in deep thought.

"Yeah." Was all I could say. This might be a lot harder to deal with then we thought.

Just then Emily came running into the locker room with her jacket huddled closely to her slim body.

"Scott! That was amazing! You should have seen the look on that jerk's face! Oh. It was priceless."

We both looked at each other and laughed at her. If only she knew what had really happened. Scott had decided that he didn't want to tell her just yet. He said something about it would protect her until he was able to control it.

"But, I do feel bad he's hurt." She said as her smile slowly disappeared from her face, which only made us laugh more.

She could never be mean because she would always feel bad after saying something negative about anything.

"Well if you boys are done laughing at me, I am hungry and we need to get home." She chirped.

Scott and I both nodded our heads in agreement and got up.

*****

--Scott's POV:

"You going to bed?" I said while leaning back in my desk chair.

"Yup." Emily replied as she slipped off the edge of my bed.

We were both attempting to get our homework done that our English teacher had sent home with us. Em and I only had English and lunch together this year, as oppose to last year, where we had almost every class together.

"These teachers are persistent." Emily said as she closed her book and gathered her stuff.

"Yeah. You would think they would give us a break since we just got back." I chuckled.

All Em did was laugh in response as she picked up her bag and made her way towards my bedroom door.

"Good night." I said.

"Good night!" She turned and returned my smile before exiting my room.

Something had been different about her lately. She was so full of energy all the time, like she was glowing twenty-four seven. I rolled my eyes at her cheerfulness.

Sighing I returned to my computer on my desk. I closed my English paper and pulled up instant message where Stiles was waiting for me. His face popped up in my screen with my own face appearing in the top right corner of the screen.

"Hi! Em there?" Stiles half yelled and echoed through my room.

"Sh! No she just left." I said while tapping my fingers against the cold wooden desk.

"Good. Well I have got some news."

I silently prepared myself for what ever he was going to say. I was pretty sure I wasn't going to like it as usual.

I sat there waiting for a few seconds waiting for Stiles to speak again but he didn't. All he did was lean closer to the screen while squinting his eyes.

"Stiles? Is your microphone not working?" I asked impatiently.

Stiles quickly looked down and I could hear clicking of phone keys trough my speakers. I could tell he was panicking.

I picked up my phone and waiting for Stiles to finish texting me. My phone buzzed in my hands a few seconds later.

I was only able to read the first word before I felt some one grab the collar of my shirt and yank me backwards.

I found myself on the ground with a familiar scent above me.

Derek.

I couldn't move as Derek had me pinned.

"What the hell was that out there?" He snarled. "You transformed in front of absolutely every one!"

"No one saw!" I said back while returning his death glare.

"So? But what if some one did? Like Allison's father"

I froze. "How do you know about Allison?"

"I'm not an idiot Scott."

He released me from his grasp allowing me to get up. We both stood in the middle of my room staring at one another, challenging one another to make the first move. Em was just in the other room and I prayed she hadn't heard Derek and I.

A sudden noise outside my room in the hallway had Derek and I both snapping our heads towards the door.

"Get out now!" I whispered forcefully.

Derek looked back at me with a very pissed off look on his face.

"You wont be playing the game Wednesday night. It is to much of a risk." He said under his breath while making his was closer to the window quickly. He obviously didn't want to get caught by either.

"Or what?" I asked with as much authority as I could muster.

Derek looked back at me as he swung one of his legs out the window. His eyes flashed a vibrant blue.

"Il kill you."

If I wasn't freaked out before I was scared out of my mind now. My fear quickly transferred to anger as I took in Derek's threat. He wasn't going to control my life like that. Plus, he wouldn't be able to kill me so easily, me being a werewolf as well. Well at least that's what I told myself to reassure myself. I didn't think he would go through with it anyway.

"Scott?" Emily's voice echoed through my ears and made me jump.

Please tell me she didn't hear anything. Emily stood in her pajamas in my doorway with headphones in her ears. She removed them to hear my answer and obviously hadn't heard anything that had happened a mere second ago. Thank god for iPods.

"Did I leave my phone in here? I can't find it." I looked over to my bed and noticed the small device on the edge of my bed exactly where she had left it.

I picked it up and handed it to her.

"Thanks." She smiled and put her earphones back in. I could hear the loud music pounding. "Good night again!" She said a lot louder considering she couldn't hear her own voice past her music pounding in her ears.

I just mouthed good night back to her before she turned to leave for the second time tonight.

Sitting on my bed I took a huge breath of air. Way to many things had just happened.

Stiles voice snapped me out of it and I realized he was still watching everything through my computer.

"Well that was a show!" He screamed. I'm glad someone enjoyed it.

"Tell me about it." I muttered.

"So I guess you aren't playing Wednesday night?"

"Not if I can help it." I said feeling the anger rise up in me.

"But Derek said he would kill you if you played."

"Stiles, I know. I need to talk to coach tomorrow."

"Maybe you can just sit this one out until you learn how to control it. I just would rather you not go all wolf and kill the whole team, or me." He said while laughing nervously.

I didn't laugh because I knew what he had said was all a little to true.

******

(The next morning)

I knew it was a long shot asking Coach to sit out the game tomorrow night but I didn't think he would react the way he did. He said if I didn't play that I was off first line and to make matters worse, somehow it had gotten out that I didn't want to play tomorrow night so everyone was bombarding me as to why I wasn't going to play. I needed to talk to Derek after school to see if there was some alternative yet I doubted there was one.

After school I made my way to the only place I was pretty sure he was.

I approached the burnt down home in the middle of the forest. I knew he was here. I cold sense him but something was off. I caught a whiff of a familiar scent.

My eyes widened as I realized what it was. It was the same smell as the first half of the dead body I had stumbled upon last week. I quickly shook my head. I wasn't here for that right now.

"Derek I need to talk." I yelled so he could hear me wherever he was.

After a few moments, Derek casually walked around the porch and stood against one the columns. He was wearing his usual attire. He wore dark jeans and black leather jacket.

"I need to play this game Wednesday night."

"No you don't." He said flatly. "You can't control it yet."

"Well then tell me how so I can play."

Derek chuckled while making his way towards me, stopping a few feet away from me. "Its not that easy."

"I don't care. Either way I am going to play."

Derek's smirk quickly faded and was replaced by a very serious expression.

"You think I am kidding when I say I will kill you if you play? If you blow your cover, that means you blow my cover as well, which will eventually end our kind. I'm not letting a stupid kid ruin us." He spat.

I opened my mouth to say something but nothing would come out.

"If you know what's good for you, don't play." And with that he was gone.

He had a nag for disappearing like that. How was I supposed to play tomorrow night? I had way to many people out to kill me if I played.

I quickly whipped out my phone out of my back pocket and texted Stile. I had a plan.