Alone (teen wolf)

18

Coach's class was the next one of the day and I was pretty happy about that. It was one of the only classes I listened to and I got I got good grades in it. Plus, Coach actually likes me.

Me and Allison just arrived and saw Scott and Stiles taking their seats. She rushed in front of Stiles and took a seat before he could so he had to sit in one next to her.

I walked over to mine and smiled at Stiles, a more sincere one than earlier. He gave a lopsided smile and turned back round to watch Allison and Scott nervously. I was confused but ignored it and rotated my body to face Coach.

"Let's start with last night's reading." Coach's eyes were flickering from student to student. "Greenberg, put your hand down, everyone knows you did the reading." The hatred that he had for that boy was sad yet amusing.

"How 'bout... McCall!" He advanced Scott with a small smile. Scott looked like a deer in headlights. "Last night's reading?" Of course he didn't do the reading, some things never change.

"How about the reading of the Gettysburg Address?" That earned a few chuckles from students but Scott didn't seem to get it still. "It's sarcasm, McCall, are you familiar with the term?"

Scott swivelled round to look at Stiles and nodded back at Coach. Stiles wore a triumphant gin on his face causing me to giggle slightly.

"Did you do the reading or not?" Coach asked bluntly. Scott shook his head no and Coach erupted at him. He told him he can't play on the team if he has a "D" in the class.

Scott was getting more frustrated and Coach's voice kept on raising. I wasn't the only to witness his distress, as Allison intertwined their fingers and he's heart rate started to go down.

I smiled at their interaction and turned to Stiles, who was already looking at me. His face had realisation all over it which made me quite confused. Coach's voice broke us away from our eye contact and we got back to work.

"It's Allison." Were the words that left Stiles' mouth as we pushed open the door. "Remember the night of the full moon? You were thinking about her, protecting her." Scott nodded and Stiles carried on.

"The first lacrosse game, you said you could hear her voice out on the field." Scott nodded once again and I was finally catching on to what Stiles was saying.

"Scott, she brings you back. You don't want to kill her like you want to kill us." I tell him and Stiles nods. "That's not true, when I'm kissing her and touching her-" Stiles cut him off.

"No, when your doing that, your just another hormonal teenager thinking about sex." Stiles explained. Scott's lips curled into a smirk and I grimaced. Scotty boy is thinking about sex, isn't he?

"Scott, please tell me your not thinking about sex?" I voiced my thoughts. He sheepishly grinned at me before were his cheeks turned pink. "Yeah sorry." Stiles waved him off.

"I don't think she makes you weak, I think she gives you control. Like an anchor." Me and Stiles said the last bit in sync. "You mean because I love her." I chocked on the air when Scott said this.

Scott's eyes bulged out of his head and turned to me as if to ask if he just said that. I grinned at him and nodded slightly making him look elated.

"I love her, I really love her." I clapped for him and Stiles grabbed my hands, telling me not to encourage him even more. I grinned at him in response but stopped.

"I have an idea." Stiles said, his eyes lighting up when he said it. I decided to slip away from them because knowing Stiles, someone was bound to get hurt.

I was right. Stiles made Scott dance some guy's truck, resulting in him getting beat up. They were both stuck in detention while I sat at home doing my homework that was due the next day.

It was quite late at night and I had fell asleep over my textbooks. I could hear shuffling outside my room which caused my eyes to open. I searched for my gun, which was my dad's, and got ready to shoot.

I opened the door quite abruptly to face a Stiles, who jumped back very spastically when he saw my gun. "What the fuck, Kelsey!" I sighed in relief and put my gun in my waistband.

"How did you even get in?" I knew for a fact that I had locked the door after I came home. He dug into his pocket and pulled out a gold key similar to mine. "I had a spare key made." Of course he did.

"Come on we're going down to the school." Not bothering to question it, I grabbed my coat and we headed out the door.