Admiring You | Scott McCall

Hurt

Scott pov
I sat at the table and was listening to Jackson. "Oh, uh, you got something on your--" He says to Allison. She tried to get it but missed it. Since she couldn't get it, he does it for her. "Here. Let me." "Thanks." "Yeah." He says, and I can hear the clear smirk.
"Are you doing okay? I mean, since the other night?". "Better than I thought I'd be. Are you still thinking about everything that happened?" "Mostly about Scott. I haven't talked to him." "Probably a good idea."
"You don't think I made a mistake, do you?"
"No. In fact, I think he got... ...Exactly what he deserves... plus, he's been hanging around the new girl a lot. So clearly, it hasn't affected him too much. Plus, sorry to say he looks at Ambrosia in a completely different way, then he looked at you". "They're just friends. I hear the way they talk it's only ever a friendly conversation. Plus, even so, we broke up he's not mine anymore, and I'm not his. Plus, Scott is a puppy, and they've only known each other for like two days. There is no way he found someone that fast." Allison, he fell in love with you at first sight. I don't think normal falling in love really applies to McCall." "You're right. He's utterly in love with her, and I hate it with a passion. He looks at her with more intensity than he ever looked at me, and I shouldn't be jealous". "He moved on in a week it's reasonable to be jealous, Allison". "I'm jealous because I can see they were meant for each other. I never looked at him like Ambrosia does. She looks at him like he hung the moon and the stars. A look I never gave him ever. Though I looked at him with love, her love is different.

Boy's locker room

"All right, geniuses, listen up! Due to the recent pink-eye epidemic-- thank you, Greenberg-- The following people have made first line on a probationary basis-- emphasis on the word "probationary."" We do have someone trying out today. But from what I've seen so far, they are bound to make first-line. "Rodriguez. Welcome to first-line. Taylor, and, uh... Oh, for the love of crap, I can't even read my own writing. What is that, an "s?" No, no, that's not an "s." That's a-that's a-that's a "b." It's definitely a "b." Uh, Rodriguez, Taylor, and, uh... Bilinski. Bilinski!" "Yes?". "Shut up!" "Yes, sir.". "And finally the person trying out Salvatore." Jackson stands up angrily. "No way a girl, she's a weak girl, I don't want her on my team." I couldn't help but shoot up ready to punch him. Stiles, who has a surprisingly strong grip, yanks me back down. I was protective of her. I couldn't explain it, but i have this need to protect her with my life developed rapidly. It started the night we meant. "Stiles..." I say warningly he anxiously speaks "It's Biles. Call me Biles, or I swear to God, I'll kill you. Plus, hulking out in front of everyone is not smart". "Another thing-- from here on out, immediately, we're switching to co-captains. Congratulations, McCall!" "What?" Jackson says angrily. "What do you mean, "what?" Jackson, this takes nothing away from you. This is about combining separate strengths into one unit. This is about taking your unit, McCall's unit... we're making one big unit. McCall, it's you and Jackson now! Everybody else? Asses on the field!" "But coach -" "Listen Jackson, this is my team. I make the choice and I've seen that girl play she is good that's final. Now get You're asses on the field!" He yells one more time. We all head out with my best friend is being the happy spaz he is. "Dude, can you believe this? You're a captain, I'm first line. I'm first-freaking-line! Oh, and Amberosia will be first-line can basically guarantee". It's Ambrosia, and yeah you get it". "Are you not freaking out? I'm freaking out." With irritation in my voice. "What's the point? It's just a stupid title. And I could practically smell the jealousy in there". "Wait, you smell jealousy". "Yeah, it's the full moon's turned everything up to ten". "They're called chemo signals. I don't have the ability to decipher chemo signals but have a great sense of smell. I can typically tell how someone feels by their heart and body language. I've also been friends with enough werewolves to know what they are." We jump seeing the familiar girl. She flashes her golden eyes. I see veins underneath her eyes, which I guess is a vampire thing.

I guess she could see the irritation because she stops us. Stiles doesn't realise it and walks a bit farther so spazzing out. "Hey, what's wrong?" She asks me while grabbing my hands before realising and pulling away. I link our hands once more. Causing a smile to appear on both of our faces. Both of us finally let our muscles relax. Once again, having an effect on each other that's unexplainable. "Ambrosia, we're sorry we scared you away". "You didn't, I was afraid you guys would see me differently. I don't drink human blood unless I'm about to fight, play sports, or am seriously injured. Because it makes me stronger and heals us faster. I typically drink animal blood and human blood only out of blood bags, not people." I released one hand, putting it on her face. I then tuck a piece of hair behind her ear. "You're still Ambrosia Salvatore". "Sorry to break this up, but Scott, did you hear anything I said?" I shake my head as we pull away reluctantly, releasing our hands. "Can you pick up on stuff, like, I don't know... desire?" "What do you mean, desire?" "Like, sexual desire?" I could tell Ambrosia didn't like where this was going. "Sexual desire?" I ask. "Yeah, sexual desire! Lust, passion, arousal?". "I mean, it's possible since I can smell attraction." My eyes glance at Ambrosia, her looking away, not making eye contact with me. Getting a smell of embarrassment and attraction from the vampire. "Let me guess from Lydia?" "What? No, in a general, broad sense - can you determine sexual desire?". "From Lydia to you?" "Fine! Yes, from Lydia to me. Look, I need to know if I have a chance with this girl, okay? I've been obsessing over her since the third freakin' grade!" "Why don't you just ask her?". "Well, to save myself utterly crushing humiliation. Thank you, Scott. Okay? So, please, can you just go up and ask her if she likes me? See if her heartbeat rises, pheromones come out". "I don't like this idea." Ambrosia says, and I suppress a smirk when I smell jealousy. "I don't trust Lydia in a room with you, Scott." "Fine. But I'm taking Ambrosia with me." As we begin away, I hear Stiles calling out to us. "Wh--? I love you. I love you. You're my best friend in the whole world!". "This is a bad idea, Scott". "Don't worry, Xandra, you are more attractive than her". "If I wasn't a vampire, I would be blushing hard". "Hey, Lydia? Can we talk for a second?" I say, and she stops before replying. "Of course. Is this about the other night? You needed someone to talk to?". "Just... I needed to ask you something. Do you, uh... Do you know if Allison still likes me?". "Of course she still likes you." "Really?"
"She'll always like you... as friends. Just friends. Like the new girl you've been hanging out with, she's leading you on." I knew that wasn't true, but she was out of my league. It honestly would make so much more sense as well. "Just friends." I mumble, still confused about my feelings for the two. "If you ask me-- of course, nobody asks me - she made a big mistake. Ask me how I know that.". "How?" "Because I know you locked us in there to protect us. Because I know that when a guy risks his life for you, you should be grateful.". "Are you grateful?". "I think you'd be pretty surprised at just how grateful I can be..." We then kiss, and I hold her against the wall before pulling away. I hear a swoosh just now remembering that Ambrosia sat outside of coaches office. She also has supernatural hearing and heard us just kiss. Plus the big glass that you could see us through. Something in me broke at the thought that I hurt her. It felt like the connection I felt had weakened. But most of all, I felt like I lost my anchor once more, this in when I realised my mistake.