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Scott walked into his bedroom, dropping his bag on the floor before he flopped down onto his bed, all worn out from today's events, when someone knocked on his door. "Hey." At the sound of his mother's voice, Scott lifted his head up. "Late shift again for me. But I am taking Saturday off to see you and your brother play."
Without moving a muscle, Scott called back from the comfort of his bed. "No, mom, you can't." He insisted. After what happened at practice, James and Stiles advised him that he probably shouldn't play the game if he hasn't learned how to control his shifting yet, to prevent him from potentially severely injuring other players on the field or he could end up exposing himself to everyone. And being a werewolf himself, after Scott had found out about him on the night of Lydia's back-to-school party, James promised him that he would help him in any way that he could. He didn't have trouble with the full moon anymore, however, he still struggled with his anger sometimes.
"Oh, no. I can and I will." Melissa simply ignored his objection as she stepped foot into the room to approach her son on the bed. "Especially since it's your first game. Come on, one shift isn't going to break us. Not completely." When she looked down at him, her eyebrows furrowed just when she seemed to notice— "Hey, what's wrong with your eyes?" Scott immediately sat up, alerted by her question that he was afraid they might have been glowing yellow without him even realising, until his mother continued, "You look like you haven't slept in days."
A small chuckle was heard from behind Melissa, causing her and Scott to turn their heads toward the door, when they found James standing there with his mouth curved up ever so slightly, in a teasing smile that was aimed at Scott. "Dreaming about Iylah again, are we?" He mentioned, while trying to lighten the mood.
Of course, his comment received a glare from his brother, who pursed his lips at the mention of the girl who he's had acrush on ever since they were kids. "Uh, it's nothing." Scott finally responded to his mother. "I'm just stressed."
"Just stress?" Melissa shrugged. "Nothing else?"
"Homework." Scott muttered quietly.
"I mean," Melissa snorted, "it's not like you're on drugs or anything, right?"
Scott's eyebrows shot up at her question, looking unsure of how to respond. "Right now?" Though, by the look on his mother's face, she didn't expect him to say that. Melissa jerked forward with her brows raised. "Right now?" She echoed his words in disbelief. "I'm sorry, what do you mean 'right now'?" She questioned her son, ignoring James trying to hold back his laughs. "Have you ever taken drugs?"
Scott's brows shot up once again. "Have you?"
James chuckled from behind Melissa, shaking his head as he said, "Oh my god." Their mom huffed out a breath, giving up for the night before she started to head out. "Get some sleep." Was the last thing she said as she followed James out the door who made his way back to his own room.
