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REBELLION
CHAPTER THIRTEEN:
"The Wrath Of Stiles."
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TURNS OUT WHAT Mr. Stiles Stilinski had in mind was using their free period to train Scott. Which was 100% okay with her because it's not like she had anything else to fucking do.

She followed the boys out onto the lacrosse field and she sat down next to Stiles as he started rustling through his lacrosse bag. He then pulled out a heart rate monitor that she offered to swipe from Coach Finstock's office. "Okay... put this on." He instructed to Scott holding the piece of equipment in his grip.

"Isn't this one of Coach's heart rate monitors for the track team?" Scott asked as he held the strap in his hand.

"Yeah, Annabeth borrowed it for me." Stiles replied to his question.

"Stole it." Scott corrected him with a small grin.

"Temporarily misappropriated." Stiles fired back. Annabeth's shoulders lift up and down in a shrug. "Coach uses it to monitor his heart rate with his phone when he jogs." Stiles says explaining the plan to him, "And you're gonna wear it for the rest of the day."

"Isn't that Coach's phone?" Scott questioned pointing the device in Annabeth's hand.

"That, I stole." She replied as she was casually scrolling through his apps, who knew that Coach Finstock had dating apps?

"And why did you have her steal his phone?" Scott questioned his best friend sitting beside her.

"All right, well, your heart rate goes up when you go wolf, right?" Stiles asked him getting a nod from Scott, "When you're playing lacrosse, when you're with Allison, whenever you get angry. Maybe learning to control it is tied to learning to control your heart rate."

"It's basically like the incredible Hulk." She says as she opens the heart rate app on the phone.

Stiles sighs, "Yeah, kind of like the incredible Hulk."

Scott grins cheekily, "I'm like the incredible Hulk."

"Would you shut up and put the strap on?" Stiles said as he rushed him impatiently.

Annabeth snorted, "Strap on... kinky."

Stiles glares at her, his honey brown eyes playful, "Annabeth, I swear to god."

She giggles, "Sorry, I couldn't help myself."

A couple minutes later she was sitting in the grass with her cardigan beneath her as she was in criss-cross. Stiles and Scott were a couple feet away and she was behind them, the buzzed haired boy was currently taping his best friend's wrist together behind his back.

"This is not exactly how I wanted to spend my free period." Scott complained as he turned around while Stiles backed up with his bag coming backwards her direction a little bit, but then he stopped still leaving enough space between them for her to not get accidentally whacked with a lacrosse stick.

"All right." Stiles muttered as he dropped his bag and picked up his stick. "You ready?"

"No." Scott replied honestly.