I'll Be Your Batman

Chapter 13: Talking With The Alpha

The day goes by surprisingly fast. Of course, I am on edge, everyone is, as it's the full moon tonight.

It's at basketball practice when things start to change.

I keep control, barely when Flynn crashes into me hard, but I do. Occasionally I feel like someone is watching me, but I only figure it was someone from the pack watching to make sure I don't lose control.

We all run into the locker room yelling and talking. It's a normal day.

I hop in the shower and feel the gaze of others. I ignore it, I knew I had a nice body and I had been stared at many times, so I don't really think anything of it, until the starring doesn't go away.

I turn around and am faced with three of my teammates, bench warmers, but they are still technically on the team.

"Can I help you?" I ask. After all, it isn't exactly normal to stand around watching your teammate as he showers.

One of them scoffs. "Yeah, Hale, you can." He steps forwards. "You think you're all tough don't you? Showing off on the field and court all the time, you think you're the shit."

"No, I don't."

"Really?" He scoffs. "And you're a liar. I know you can't possibly be that good without a little help. Something's going on with you and I won't let you get so much playing time, while you're on steroids."

I laugh, throwing my head back. "You think I'm on steroids?" I brush past him and grab a towel. "Look man, if you're so concerned about getting on the court," I walk right up to him. "Then maybe you should work a little harder."

I walk away, hoping that this will be the end of it and start to get dressed, but apparently he isn't done with me.

He slams my back into the locker and I know this isn't going to end well.

"Keep your hands off of me, McConner!" I yell. I grab my shirt and my bag and walk out of the locker room. I can't let this go any farther, or I will end up losing control.

I start walking down the hall briskly, but they run towards me. I don't run or go any faster than I am, that would show I am scared, which I most certainly am not.

They're right behind me and I stop and turn around before they can punch me. I duck under McConner's swing and punch him instead. I can hear the satisfying crack of his nose breaking and his friends crowd around him. My hand is itching for me to punch him again, but I know I can't.

I walk away again, faster this time, but I don't hear them following me. I turn around and look, just as I'm rounding the corner and I crash into someone.

"I'm sor-" I stop. It's Stiles.

"Oh, hey." He smiles sheepishly.

"Hey. Sorry, I didn't mean to run you over like that."

"It's cool, clearly you were in a hurry. And uh." He scratches his upper lip, smirking. "Why are you shirtless?"

I look down at my torso and see I haven't put my shirt on.

"Long story, but better question, what are you doing here?"

His face turns beet red. "Well I know you get out of practice at 5:00 and I wanted to know if you wanted to hang out, so I came here, but then you still didn't come outside, so I came in here and. . . Well you know the rest."

I look at him, not saying anything.

"Sorry that was stupid, I'm sure you have plans with your friends anyways." Stiles says.