"Always the bridesmaid never the bride"
That's the saying Zoe Klein has felt like she's always lived by. With her best friend being the queen bee of Beacon Hills, Lydia Martin, Zoe never feels that special. Until a new girl arrives at school and he...
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Dexter runs into the school with the lacrosse team shouting as they just won the game. Forgetting everything that has happened he is for once feeling happy as he's back to being a normal teenager. "Dexter have you seen Stiles?" Scott grabs his arm as he stops and looks around.
Allison backs up bumping into Scott and Dexter. Noticing the awkward silence, Dexter starts to back up, "I'll leave you both to it. Allison." Dexter says giving Allison a small smile before walking into the locker room. He grabs his phone as he stares at the phone with no messages from his sister.
From Lydia:
Heard you won. Congrats.
With a smile on his face he puts the phone away as he sits down waiting for the locker room to clear out. Of course as soon as he looks up Jackson walks by as he glares at Dexter. Both friends keep up the glare till the co-captain leaves the room.
After everyone has cleared out besides Scott and himself, Dexter waiting to drive Scott home, the lights go out making both boys look around. "Danny?" Scott calls out as he walks over to the light switch. "Scott," Dexter calls out as the boy watches a ball roll across the floor. "What the hell?"
Scott walks over picking it up as Dexter and him walk over to the showers. "Thank god! Where the hell have you been? Do you have any idea what's been going on?" Scott asks as both boys see Derek standing there. "Derek? Dude what's going on?"
"I really don't get lacrosse." Peter Hale walks out behind them twirling a lacrosse stick in his hand. "You." "It was you." Both teens whisper as they stare at the newly healed Peter Hale. "When I was in high school we played basketball. There's a real sport."
"Oh like what, a hundred years ago?" Dexter sasses to Peter Hale, "You are just like your sister, you know that?" Dexter growls as his eyes flash yellow letting the veins pop out of his eyes, "I read somewhere that lacrosse comes from Native Americans tribes that they played it to resolve conflict. Do I have that right? Well, I have a little conflict of my own to resolve, boys. But I need your help to do it."
Dexter walks in front of Scott as he glares at the man. "You are never getting our help." Scott walks up standing beside his friend, "He's right. We aren't helping you kill people." Peter sighs as he looks at his two betas. "Well I don't want to kill all of them. Just the responsible ones and that doesn't have to include-" Peter looks up at Derek, "Allison." Derek finishes his sentence.
