Stone and Stilinski- A Teen Wolf Fanfic 2

"Alright." The coach began on the field. "One on one. McCall, Jackson."

Scott got ready on the field, and charged at Jackson, not full speed. Jackson easily pushed number 11 down. "Still wanna be first line McCall?" he snickered, and the coached walked over. "Guess some people don't appreciate your status there, McCall." He chuckled. "My grandmother can move faster than that, and she's dead. Do you think that you can move faster than the lifeless corpse of my dead grandmother?"

"Yes coach." Scott growled, eyes turning bright gold.

"I can't hear you."

"Yes, coach!"

"Then do it again." Scott went back to the front of the line. "McCall's gonna do it again! McCall's gonna do it again!" The coach laughed. Scott rammed at Jackson again, this time pushing him straight to the ground. I think he dislocated a bone or something. Ouch.

Scott dropped to the ground on his knees, clutching the sides of his helmet. Stiles ran over to him, and I followed. "Scott, calm down." I said, squeezing his shoulders. "I can't, Alex! It's happening!"

"Here? Now?" Stiles asked, alarmed. I looked back at the tree line and saw Derek. I later at him for a few seconds, and helped Scott to the locker room.

"Scott, you okay?" Stiles reached out his hand, and Scott jerked his head up, eyes glowing yellow, and fangs grown. "Get away from me!" He yelled, and jumped onto the lockers and on the beams of the ceiling. I followed him with my eyes, staying in front of Stiles. Scott jumped down, and lunged for us. I wolfed out, and slashed him right through the stomach with my claws. He sat on a bench, and took his helmet off. His face was covered with sweat. "Wha-what happened?"

"You tried to kill us." I growled. "It's the anger, it's your pulse rising. You can't play the game on Saturday."

"But I'm first line!"

"Not anymore, Scott. Not until you learn how to control this, you can't play lacrosse anymore."

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"Hey, guys." Stiles, Scott and I were making a three-way Skype call. "So, what did you find out?"

"It's bad, Jackson's got a separated shoulder." Stiles informed him.

"Because of me?"

"No, because of your wolf." I smirked. "Shut up." Scott said playfully. "Is he gonna play?" I asked. "They don't know yet. But Scott, they're counting on you for Saturday so..."

"Scott! It looks like-someone's behind you..." I said, Stiles's end of the line froze, his Mac is very old. He spun around, and a man walked towards him. "Derek!" I yelled through the screen. "Stop! He didn't do anything wrong!" He ignored me completely, and pinned Scot against the wall. "I saw you on the field!"

"I-I don't know what you're talking about!"

"You shifted in front of them! If they find out about you, they find out about me, about all of us! And it's not just the hunters after us, it's everyone." He yelled right in his ear.

"They didn't see anything, I s-swear!"

"And they won't. Because if you even try to play that game on Saturday, I'm gonna kill you myself."

"Over my dead body, Derek!" I yelled again through the mic, but he was already gone. "Well, that escalated quickly." I muttered when Scott sat back down. Stiles had logged off, it just left the two of us. "So..."