𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅 | ❝ can't hold myself responsible so I blame the metaphysical ❞
OR
Juliet Crawford has blended into the background her whole life but might now just be finding herself front and center when a whole new world is uncovered. Oh, and...
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(o5.) THE HUNTER
"Okay, so, one last time. Scott's 100% a werewolf, Derek Hale is a werewolf, and Allison's father is a werewolf hunter." Juliet recapped as she walked towards the field with Stiles. Everything was still a bit confusing and hard to fully take in. "Yes to all of that. And now he's freaked out because Allisons dad shot him with an arrow."
Juliet's eyes widened. "Damn. He doesn't even know the guy yet and he's getting off on the wrong foot." Stiles nodded, the two making their way to the benches before Stiles went and got in line for practice. Juliet turned to practice as Jackson dominated, showing everyone else up. And then Juliets attention turned to Scott, who was both next and out of it.
He only got out of his head when Coach yelled for him to play, to which the boy started sloppily running. Instantly, Jackson was throwing him on the ground as Coach walked up to him laughing. "My grandmother can move faster than that. And she's dead. You think you can move faster than the... lifeless corpse of my dead grandmother?"
Juliet leaned forward as she watched Scott, slightly catching the color of his eyes change. She just hoped no one else would notice. "McCalls gonna do it again! McCalls gonna do it again!" Coach announced. Juliet bit her lip anxiously as she watched a murderous look fall on Scott's face before he was once again running, and then, this time Jackson was on the ground holding onto his arm.
Scott fell as well, leaning over himself as Stiles ran to him and the rest of the team ran to Jackson. The two boys spoke quietly before Stiles gave Juliet a look, telling her it was time to go. She gathered her stuff (along with the boys things) and ran after them, catching up just to help escort Scott away as quickly as they could.
They ran back into the school, Stiles immediately directing Scott to the boys locker room. "I'll wait out here." Juliet nodded, shutting the door so Stiles could help Scott while she kept watch outside of the smelly room.
"Juliet! What are you doing?" Juliet turned, eyes wide as she met her brothers eyes, who seemed to be getting ready to be fashionably late to practice. "Oh, uh... a teacher asked me to not let anyone into the locker room. Some kid is having a moment and they want privacy."
Andrew frowned. "Shit. I left my stick in there and I'm already late for practice." Juliet didn't comment when she saw how much messier his hair was than normal, or how his face seemed red. She just nodded. "Uh, you wait here. I'll grab it for you." Andrew shook his head. "That's the boys locker room, J."
Juliet shook it off. "It's fine. I should see if that— uh, teacher is good now anyways. Give me one moment." She opened the door slightly, squeezing through quickly and shutting it behind her.
