True Crime (Teen wolf Derek Hale X Male OC)

Chapter 9 - Game Night

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Stiles jeep clunked its way up out the front of the Beacon Hills High School building, as both the odd feeling of being at school after hours and the fear of what Scott was going to do tonight set in.

Stiles had been calling the police dispatch like a madman, for reports of a 'dog-like human', and as I expected, they immediately hung up on him. Who could blame them?

Stiles was going to the locker rooms to check on Scott, and I was making sure I was near Allison during the whole game, if Scott was going to go after anyone, it'd be her. And also because her father, the hunter who was trying to kill Scott, was here. I had to keep an eye on him, and possibly be protected by him. I was still on the fence about that.

I had to practically barge my way through the stands to get to her. I wasn't going to be playing in the game tonight, mostly because I didn't want to sit all the way down on the field and because I wasn't really needed anyway. I wasn't sure why I was on the team anymore, and with Scott's whole werewolf business I was probably going to leave.

"Hey Allison, excited to see Scott play?" The small talk was mostly a misdirect so I could sit next to her without having to awkwardly ask. Though Allison and I had sort of built up a repertoire as friends, if it weren't for her homicidal dad, I'd ask her to prom! Kidding.

"Yeah! I just hope he's ok to play after earlier." She saw Scott earlier? Rabid dog-man Scott? This could be next level bad if her dad found out- "I still can't believe my dad would try and run him over"

I was now visibly panicked, did her dad know about Scott now? Was this lacrosse match about to get even bloodier than I thought it would be?

"Your dad ran Scott over? Why?" I was trying to keep my cool and was failing miserably. I was clearly on edge since she had said that, and I couldn't help but feel she noticed. Allison's father, who was thankfully not sitting right next to us, was on his phone. Ignoring us.

"Apparently he ran out in front of the car randomly, Scott seemed fine after though." Oh, so it probably wasn't attempted vehicular manslaughter on account of lycanthropy then. Unless he had ulterior motives.

"He better be ok, we need to win." I hadn't even noticed the fiery strawberry blonde sitting opposite Allison, and she clearly hadn't noticed me. Lydia had completely ignored me since the whole drama with Jackson, choosing to write me out of her life and pretend I didn't exist rather than confront me.

I wasn't going to lie, it stung. We had been close friends up until that point, and I was never really sure if she did it for her reputation, or her own feelings.

The game was progressing fine, until it was obvious that Jackson had done something, because as much as Scott ducked and weaved through the other team like he was the flash, nobody would pass to him, and Scott was getting mad. Wolfing out level mad.

I could see how heavy Scott was breathing, and how tightly he was gripping his lacrosse stick. Knowing a Dog-man incident could be imminent, I enacted my secret plan. Which, if Scott found out about, he would probably rip me apart after he killed everyone on the field.

"Hey Allison, want some perfume?" And upon presenting the very expensive bottle of perfume, Allison, like every other teen girl in the world would, quickly misted herself with it. Falling right into my trap. A trap that could save her life.

One quick detour to the science lab earlier, to which I held the keys which I used for locking up after I was done, which had all the equipment I needed to infuse the perfume with the wolfsbane flower I hadn't exactly disposed of since earlier and Allison was now Scott proof. I hoped. I wasn't entirely clear on how potent or effective this stuff was.

Ever since my fall from grace, I was able to finally express my more prodigious side. I had always gotten acceptable grades, but with the time I used to spend with friends now used for studying, it was apparent that I was a lot smarter than I had given myself credit for, and my stellar scores in Chemistry gave me unmonitored access to the dangerous chemical compounds held in the school's science lab. So that was a plus.

Thankfully, the game was now over. Scott made the winning goal in an impressive display of physical fitness, before retiring to the locker room. I would've followed Allison, but I definitely didn't want to be a part of that hump fest, Stiles would be there to make sure he didn't eat her anyway.

Seeing as Scott seemed to not be wolfing out, I decided to go see Jackson, and maybe punch him in the arm for what he did.

"What the hell did you do tonight?" We were probably about to go back to hating each other now.

"What?" Jackson was probably too high on whatever he was getting those doctors to unethically dope him up with

"Tonight, when conveniently nobody passed to the best player on the team." If yelling at Jackson was how I'd prevent him from getting ripped apart, so be it. "That's Scott, by the way."

"So nobody passed to your boyfriend, boohoo."

"Wow, good thing the drugs haven't affected your ability to be an ass." Jackson was surprised by that one, so he had gotten another cortisone shot. I wasn't a doctor, but I knew abusing cortisone, and using it while playing sports, was a big no-no.

Jackson grabbed me by the arm, roughly. But before he could do his usual threatening act, we both caught a familiar green-eyed man smiling at us from the sidelines.

How the hell did he get out? Did he come back to murder us? This definitely wasn't good.

Too distracted by Derek, I failed to notice Jackson picking up a pair of gloves off the grass, a pair of Scott's gloves, complete with holes on the fingertips, as if they'd been poked through with something sharp and jagged.

Don't worry guys, Scott not being affected by Allison's wolfsbane perfume is because I figure that Alan definitely doesn't know the right ratio of Wolfsbane to perfume ratio. This isn't a plothole.