~Scott's POV~

"What do you mean, you can't play the game tomorrow night?" Coach questioned.

"I mean I can't play the game tomorrow night," I answered.

I stood inside Coach Finstock's office trying to tell him that I couldn't play the gane tomorrow but he was not taking no for an answer.
"You can't wait to play the game tomorrow," Finstock declared.
I sighed. "No, Coach, I cant play the game tomorrow night."
"I'm not following," Coach stated.

"I'm having some... personal issues," I replied, which really was true.
"Is it a girl?"
"No," I answered.

"Is it a guy?" Coach Finstock queried. "You know our goalie, Danny, is gay."
"Yeah, I know Coach, but its not that," I admitted.

"You don't think Danny's a good-lookin' guy?" Coach asked.

"I think he's good-looking.I-but I-I like girls," I stuttered, unsure of where this conversation was going.

"And that's not it anyway. I-"

"What, is it drugs? Are you doing meth?" Coach demanded.
My eyes widened.

"Because I had a brother who was addicted to meth," Coach addressed.
How did this conversation happen?

"You should've seen what it did to his teeth; they were all cracked and rotted," Coach Finstock announced.
"It was-It was disgusting."

"What happened to him?" I asked curiously.
"He got veneers," Coach noted, then something clicked in his eyes.
"Is-is that what this is about? Are you afraid of getting hurt, McCall?" He exclaimed.

"No, I'm having some issues dealing with aggression," I confessed.
"Well, here's the good news," Coach offered. "That's why you play lacrosse. Problem solved."

"Coach, I can't play the game tomorrow night," I moaned.
"Listen, McCall," Coach began. "Part of playing first line is taking on the responsibility of being first line. Now, if you can't shoulder that responsibility, then you're back on the bench until you're ready."

"If I don't play the game, you're taking me off first line?" I gasped.
"McCall, play the game. Slide it up and half-asleep."
I sighed before leaving the room.

What am I supposed to do? I could play tomorrow and possibly kill someone, or I could play it safe and lose my position as first line. Why is life so complicated?

I walked through the hallway still debating whether or not to play.

What would Blake do?

She would probably tell me to not give up on my dream, unless it meant sticking your claws into someone's neck.

"Hey."

I smiled as I noticed Alisson coming down the stairs. "Hey," I grinned.
"Busy?" She asked.

"No, no, it's just, uh, my mom, she's nothing," I stuttered and my eyes widened as I realised what I said. "I mean, it's nothing. Uh, I'm never busy for you."
That sounded better.

"I like the sound of that," Alisson smiled. "I have to run to French class, but I wanted you to know that I'm coming to see you play tomorrow."
"You are?" I asked worryingly.

"And we're all going out afterwards. You, me, Lydia, Jackson," Alisson answered. "It's gonna be great."

All I could do was stare at her in shock.

"Uh, save me a seat at lunch. I gotta go."

And with that, she was gone.
"Oh, God," I groaned.

This is great. This is really great.

➰

Blake stood beside Stiles as they tried to listen to the conversation going on between Mr. Stilinski and the school principal.

However, they couldn't hear a word they were saying.
"Hey, come here!" Stiles exclaimed.

Blake turned her gaze to Stiles and saw that he had dragged Scott over here.
"What?"

"Tell me what they're saying," Stiles answered pointing to his father.
Scott focused on the two adults talking while Stiles and Blake waited impatiently.

"Can you hear them?" Stiles asked.

"They want everyone under the age of 18 to be in their home by 9:30 p.m."
"Seriously?" Blake asked in disbelief.

"My dad's out looking for a rabid animal, while the jerk-off who actually killed the girl is just hangin' out, doing whatever he wants," Stiles declared.

"Well, you can't exactly tell your dad the truth about Derek," Scott reasoned.
"I can do something," Stiles answered.

"Like what?" Scott asked.

"Find the other half of the body," Stiles replied.

"I don't like where this is going," Blake announced nervously.

"You won't like where we're going either," Stiles admitted.

"Well, if it's anything compared to the last time we found a dead body then it shouldn't be too bad," Blake mumbled.

➰

"What did you find? How did you find it? Where did you find it?" Stiles asked in one breath as he rushed into Scott's bedroom. "And, yes, I've had a lot of Adderall."

Blake sat on Scott's bed, discussing with him what he was going to do about the lacrosse game tomorrow. He was fixing his the net on his lacrosse stick, which Blake have no idea how he tore it.

"I found something at Derek Hale's," Scott answered.

"Wait! Since when were you at Derek Hale's?" Blake exclaimed.
"Since today," Scott shrugged.

"Stay away from him, Scott," Blake warned. She couldn't believe he was at Derek Hale's house! Why didn't he tell her?

"What did you find?" Stiles asked ignoring the small bicker between Scott and Blake.
"There's something buried there," Scott declared. "I could smell blood."
"That's awesome!" Stiles grinned. "I mean, that's terrible."

Blake rolled her eyes at his comment, he got far too excited about these kind of things.

"Do you know whose blood it was?" Blake asked.

"I don't know. But when we do, your dad nails Derek for the murder," her brother announced. "And then you help me figure out how to play lacrosse without changing. Because there's no way I'm not playing that game."

Scott pulled on the net on his lacrosse stick before dropping it on the bed and then they all left Scott's room. The three of them had the same idea running through their heads and Blake was going to be honest, it wasn't a bad idea.

When they got outside, Stiles and Blake fought over whose car they would take. After a few minutes, Blake gave in. Why? Because she secretly loved Stiles' jeep.

➰

They walked through the halls of the hospital, searching for one specific room.
"Hey," Stiles whispered pointing towards a door.

"Okay," Scott answered, slipping through the door that read 'morgue'.
"Be careful," Blake whispered to Scott who nodded in reply.

"Come on," Stiles said grabbing Blake's hand and dragging her towards the waiting room.

Stiles went to sit in a chair but stopped dead in his tracks when he saw a certain red-head.

"It's Lydia," Stiles gasped.
Blake rolled her eyes and sat down.
"Hey, Lydia," Stiles said approaching Lydia. "You probably don't remember me. I sit behind you in biology."

Lydia looked straight through the boy. Blake casually covered her mouth with her hand to cover the grin appearing on her face.

"Uh, anyway, I always thought that we just had this kind of connection," Stiles declared. "Unspoken, of course. Maybe it'd be kind of cool to get to know each other a little better."

Wow, his attempts of flirting where pathetic. Really pathetic.

"Hold on, give me a second," Lydia answered, but for some reason, Blake didn't think she was answering Stiles. And that was when she pulled the bluetooth out of her ear.

Blake's eyes widened and she broke into a fit of laughter.

Stiles sent her a look so she covered her laughter up with a cough.
"Yeah, I didn't get any of what you just said," Lydia admitted. "Is it worth repeating?"

"No. Sorry. I'll just sit," Stiles mumbled, plopping himself down on a chair. He grabbed a booklet about the menstruation cycle and that was when Blake got a good idea.

She moved myself to the seat beside Stiles.

"Thinking about becoming a woman?" Blake asked Stiles. "Maybe Lydia has an interest in girls."

Stiles' eyes widened and Blake had to contain het laughter for what she was about to do next.

"Maybe I should ask her," Blake stated as she got up from her chair and sat down beside Lydia.

Stiles tried to pull her back but he failed and now he was trying to hide his face behind his hand.

"Hey, Lydia," Blake smirked as she looked at Stiles. "So how's Jackson?"

Stiles and Scott want to put Derek in jail but who's side is Blake on?