I am the Prey ~ S.M [ 2]

The Scrimmage

Chapter 9

"Brett!" Liam's voice hits my ears.

"Oh, you've got to be kidding me." I slam my locker shut and rush outside as fast as I can. My eyes catch sight of a blue and white bus stationed outside with a bunch of broad guys with mean faces stepping out. Liam hastily approaches a tall guy with dirty blonde hair.

They stare at each other for a few moments before Liam grumbles out, "I just wanted to say..." He takes a deep breath and extends his hand. "Have a good game."

I let out a sigh and walk up next to Scott and Stiles who are also observing the situation, "It looks okay, right?" Scott shrugs his shoulders but keeps his eyes glued to the pair.

Brett suddenly begins laughing causing the others to join in as well. "That's cute, Liam." He mocks. "Is that what they told you to say in Anger Management? Apologize and everything's fine?" Brett's face suddenly turns darker along with his tone, "You demolished Coach's car."

"I paid for it." Liam seethes out.

"Yeah, you're gonna pay for it. We're gonna break you in half out there. And it's gonna be all your fault." Brett hisses. Scott taps my shoulder and motions to Liam's enclosed fist which now has blood trailing down from the knuckles. We rush forward past a bunch of freshmen and reach the scene.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey," Stiles exclaims as Scott throws an arm around Liam and takes him back. "Hey, what's going on prep students? Welcome to our little public high school."

"Beacon Hills High. Great school." I add stepping up next to Stiles. Brett looks over at me with an annoying little smile overtaking his lips.

"Seems like a great school." He quips as his eyes begin moving down my body. I bite my lip, feeling an annoying urge to punch his little smug prep school smile right off his face.

Stiles extends his hand and takes a step in front of me, "Hey, how you doing?" Brett glances down at his hand but doesn't make any move to return it. "Stiles. That's a firm handshake you got there." He says awkwardly putting his hand away. "Uh, we're very excited for the scrimmage tonight, uh, but let's keep it clean, all right? No rough stuff out there. All right, see you on the field." Stiles puts a hand onto my arm and begins tugging me away.

"You go ahead." Stiles looks over to Brett before they taking off after Scott. I turn my attention back to Brett who still has his eyes fixed to mine with a smug smile on his lips.

"What you doing later?" He asks with a confident air about him.

*

"What's with the look?" Peter rolls his eyes.

"What?"

"That look." He nudges my head lightly. "I thought you wanted to learn to be better."

"I do... it's just." I keep my eyes focused on my fingers. "What if I'm not strong enough? I know that I'm not."

"I think you're strong enough." He says causing me to meet his eyes. "But if you wanna know how to seem stronger than you are... you fake it."

"How do you fake strength?"

"With words." He walks over to the large window in the loft. "Words have a lot more power than people think. If you can scare someone with just your words. You've got them under your finger."

"So you're just saying I should act like I'm strong? Pretend?"

"If that doesn't work you can always result to violence. Violence says a lot more."