FLAMES. | s.stilinski

chapter 6

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I watched the field as the lacrosse team practiced, I gasped as Scott fell to the ground.

"Yes coach." Scott growled to the coach angrily.

I could see that something changed in Scott as he repeated those two words to the coach.

"McCall's gonna do it again." The coach spoke, and repeated it.

"Cmon Scott, you can do it." I whispered.

I knew Scott could hear it.

Scott tackled Jackson, and fell to his feet.

Stiles and I quickly made eye contact as we both ran towards him.

"I can't control it guys, it's happening." Scott lowly spoke to us.

"What? Right here? Right now?" Stiles panicked.

"Come on, get up, go!"

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Stiles and I rushed Scott to the boy's locker room, hoping no one saw us or saw us go in.

"Come on, here we go," Stiles told Scott as we all stumble into the boy's room as Scott groans.

We all fall to the floor, and Scott was breathing heavily, using the wall to lean on.

Stiles and I slowly stepped backward.

"Scott, are you okay?" I tried asking, but Scott looked up at us, his fangs popped out, his eyes were glowing yellow, and hair starting growing all over him. My eyes widened at the sight.

"Get away from me!" Scott yells at us, Stiles and I stumbled on the floor but quickly got up.

Stiles reached for my hand and interlocked our hands as we both put ourselves against the lockers.

Scott had climbed on top of the lockers, and growled at us, my eyes widen even further.

"What-" I was cut off, by a loud growl. Stiles tugged me away, we tried hiding, but Scott knew where we were.

Scott was roaring now, Stiles and I were hiding amongst the lockers, we kept moving.

Stiles and I searched around the locker room in search of something to help us. I quickly spotted Coach's office, and stumbled in.

I saw a fire extinguisher and quickly grabbed it, walking out the room.

Scott was on the beams, growling at me, Stiles popped out his head.

"Skylar-" I quickly turned it on, white smoke blasting at Scott before he could come near me and fell to the ground.

"Sky?, Stiles?" Stiles turned the corner, and my back hits the wall as I dropped the fire extinguisher.

Scott was back to normal.

"What happened?" Stiles takes off his glove and throws it on the ground. He stands next to me.

"You tried to kill me and Sky." Stiles told Scott.

"It's like I've told you before, it's the anger, it's your pulse rising. It's a trigger."

"But that's lacrosse. It's a pretty violent game if you haven't noticed." Scott pointed out.

"Well, it's gonna be a lot more violent if you end up killing someone on the field," I spoke.

"You can't play Saturday, you are going to have to get out of the game." Stiles concluded.

"But I'm first line." Scott tried to protest.