Chapter 6 - Contact sport

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Allison Argent had driven him to school today. Allison Argent had let him stay at her house the previous night. Allison Argent was the daughter of a Scott-Killing hunter. This was not good. at all.

He found Scott out the front of Beacon Hills High, mouth agape looking like he'd seen a ghost, though he'd apparently just seen Allison getting in a car with the man who apparently tried to kill him the night before. Beacon Hills you saucy bitch, who knew you could be this interesting.

"You apologize to Allison?" Stiles slowly asked Scott, as the latter seemed to be in some sort of trance. It was probably just shock.

He only responded with a quiet "yeah"

"So she's giving you a second chance?"

"Yeah."

"Then everything's good?"

"No. Remember the hunters? Her dad is one of them" Scott seemed like he was gonna burst into tears or some other emotion he couldn't read.

"Her dad?" Stiles apparently wasn't getting this.

"Is one of the hunters." Scott still hadn't broken from his trance. I gave it 10 seconds.

"Allison's father?" Stiles still didn't get it. Apparently, he was in shock too.

"Shot me. With a crossbow." 5 seconds.

"Allison's--"

"YES, STILES, HER FATHER." Apparently, it was me who snapped. Guess I read that wrong.

"Oh my God, what am I going to do?" And then Scott snapped too.

"Okay, okay--did he recognize you?" I wasn't sure if Stiles was meant to be calming Scott down or getting information out of him. Because it just looked like he was setting him off.

"No, I don't think so--"

"Does she know about him?" Scott doubted she knew about him being a hunter, or at least that he hunted Werewolves.

"Last night Allison told me her dad was a hunter, but it didn't sound like she knew what he hunted." Allison seemed far too calm for someone who could know about werewolves, specifically the homicidal ones in beacon hills.

"You were with Allison?" It didn't feel like the kind of information I could interrupt Scott's little breakdown with earlier

"Yeah, I stayed the night there after Derek pseudo-Kidnapped us. And I'm pretty sure her dad knows about Derek being a werewolf." I was not expecting Stiles's next response. Though I never really knew what Stiles was going to do.

"You spent the night, at a girl's house? Lucky." Stiles seemed almost flabbergasted, though his priorities were evidently so out of whack that I was flabbergasted as well.

"That's what you got from that? Also, I'm gay in case you forgot. I have like 4 close female friends." Scott almost seemed jealous of him. Stiles was offended that I had other friends.

Bodies slammed against each other, the thick padding of their sports gear the only thing stopping what looked like it would be brain damage and broken bones.

Stiles decided the best thing for Scott's mental state would be to play a hyper-aggressive game of contact sport. I couldn't wait for Scott to tear someone apart, hopefully, Stiles.

"Still want to be first line, McCall? Apparently, that was Jackson's best tease as he practically beat him with his lacrosse stick. Practice had barely started and I swore I saw Scott's eyes just flash yellow.

"McCall, my grandmother can move faster than that and she's dead! Can you move faster than the lifeless corpse of my dead grandmother, McCall?" Coach's big mouth was probably going to get them all torn apart. It would probably be better than what the hunters would do to him if they found out he was besties with a lycanthrope. Who was also kissing his daughter.

I mostly zoned these practices out, Coach having stopped making him participate ever since he threatened to report to the school how much he 'forgot' to clean the equipment. He'd gotten A's ever since.

A sickening pop and a thud made him stop dreaming about Chris Evans, and upon seeing Jackson on the floor, celebrate.

Though as the only person on the team with first aid knowledge, he rushed over. leaving Scott to Stiles.

"Jackson, you alright?" He wasn't sure if he was meant to pretend to care or not care.

"Just peachy" He sassed between gritted teeth. His shoulder was clearly dislocated.

"Your shoulder is dislocated, but I think your masculinity took most of the hit." the boy on the floor groaned at that. God this was the best moment ever. "Let's get you to the hospital"

"You are NOT driving my car" With the way he growled I wasn't sure if he was a werewolf too.

"I am definitely driving your car and you are definitely too weak to stop me." A simple swat on the shoulder and he stopped protesting.

Even though they fought and thought they hated each other, it was clear they still liked one another.

The drive to the hospital would normally be awkward, but between the pain-numbing chemicals Jackson's brain was pumping into him and me constantly pretending to crash, it was almost pleasant.

Scott's mother, Mellisa had seen them at the door, and between her scolding them for 'Roughhousing too hard' she immediately had them in a private room. The woman was a saint.

I paid it forward by making sure to make Jackson cry whenever he tried to say it was her son, Scott who did it. The woman was under too much stress already.

I stayed in the hospital room with Jackson, even though we had basically agreed between each other we were enemies. The situation was less awkward when Jackson was off his rocker with pain medication. I decided to abuse this.

"Hey, Jackson. What's your password." Clearly, Lydia wasn't dating Jackson for his smarts, because he immediately blurted it out.

After filling Jackson's camera roll with selfies of me next to, above and drawing on Jackson's sleeping face, I sent them all to Stiles and Scott. Hopefully, that would ease Scott's stress a little bit. It was also very funny.

"Why did we stop being friends?" Came from a very high and now awake Jackson. Well, this was awkward.

"People drift apart?" I was trying to be gentle with him, in case this was the result of a brain injury or something

"Is it because I tried to kiss you?" Those words, which I never dared to think Jackson would ever speak out loud, were now leaving the mouth of Jackson Whittemore, the king of Arrogance.

"No" Was all I could respond with. It was a lie.

The truth was, Jackson, did try to kiss me. And I stopped being friends with him for it. Well, sort of. The choice to start hating each other was ultimately made by Jackson, who after I rejected him, decided to spread the rumour I was some sort of creep. Effectively saving his ass in case I told anybody, which I never would, and hadn't, and destroying my social status at Beacon High.

I rejected his kiss because of my friendship with Lydia, which was ruined by this rumour anyway. I had always been somewhat attracted to Jackson, and I'll never know if it was my fault that he tried to kiss me, but I would never do that to a friend. If Jackson wasn't dating Lydia, I probably would have kissed him.

I didn't leave though, Jackson needed someone to be there for him, even if it was me. The boy was clearly tragically lonely, which I always assumed stemmed from his parent's death. I suppose that's why I wasn't mad at Jackson after what he did. He needed popularity more than I, and surrounding himself with fake social climbers stopped him from feeling like he was all alone in the world.

Everyone felt lonely sometimes, and sure, I feel lonely sometimes now, but Scott and Stiles are a hundred times better than random popular kids. I just wish Jackson could see that. But the fact that it had been hours already, and Jackson's guardians weren't here, told me it wouldn't be anytime soon.

We sat in silence.

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