𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 | derek hale [ON HOLD]

3 | s e c o n d c h a n c e a t f i r s t l i n e

Scott and Stiles have lacrosse practice today. I sit by myself on the bleachers because Cel is busy. The game starts and I see Jackson block other players from the goalie. Scott walks onto the field and runs at Jackson. Jackson pushes Scott to the ground really hard and I hear a loud thud.

That's got to hurt. He gets up but something seems off about it. I hope he's doing ok.

"My grandmother can move faster than that!" Coach Finstock laughs. "And she's dead. You think you can run faster than the lifeless corpse of my dead grandmother?" Scott starts to run faster. "McCall's going to do it again, McCall's going to do it again," Coach repeats aloud.

I see Scott push Jackson harder and he falls to the ground in pain. I get up off the bleachers and run onto the field. I push past some team members and get on my knees next to Jackson.

"Jackson! Jackson! Can you hear me?" I yell at him as I reach to hold his face. Jackson groans. I try to calm myself. I have to stay strong for Jackson. "You're going to be fine."

Coach then tells everyone to move. He grabs my arm to pull me up, but I get scared when I feel his fingers wrap around my arm. I jump and let out a loud scream. Coach lets go and puts his hands up in surrender.

"I'm sorry girl-who-is-always-watching-practice. I didn't mean to scare you, but I need you to get out of the way so I can deal with this. Are we cool?" I nod and step back. I weave through the lacrosse players and look around the field. Scott and Stiles are nowhere in sight. I do happen to see a dark shadow near the edge of the field.

I walk closer and see none-other than Derek Hale.

"Derek! What are you doing here?" He walks up to me, a concerned look on his face.

"Are you ok?" he asks me, worry etched all over his features.

"I was watching lacrosse practice, but Scott shoved Jackson and now he's hurt!" I feel tears start to form.

"I know, and I will get to that in a second. But are you ok?" I look up at him, confused. I hadn't realized before, but Derek is really tall. My 5'2" self has to crane my neck to look at his 6 foot self.

"What?"

"I heard you scream. What happened? Are you hurt?" I shake my head no.

"No, I'm not. Coach needed me to move out of the way in order to help Jackson, and he startled me. That's it." Derek looks deep into my eyes. He seems to accept my answer.

Good. He wouldn't understand anyway.

"You need to convince Scott to not play in the game on Saturday." I look up at, confused.

"What? Why? Scott is one of our best players." Derek gets a determined look on his face.

"Look, the best way I can explain is that he's not in control. Someone could get hurt."