[☾★ ] Alexander MCCall had been in the same grade as Derek when the Hale House was burnt down. The MCCall boy had been class when Derek suddenly ran out, his sister Laura running along side him.
Alexander made up an excuse for them both.
And when...
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CHAPTER TWO: second chance at first line
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ALEXANDER MCCALL HAD CONVINCED COACH FINSTOCK TO HAVE HIM AS ASSISTANT COACH. Coach Finstock wrapped an arm around his shoulder, turning him back to the students. He had made a comment on how he wished it was Alexander who stayed back instead of Greenburg. Because, then, at least, he'd have someone who was good at playing lacrosse.
Alec wasn't sure how they would be able to hide what had happened to Scott. He knew if they said anything, they'd all be put into a mental asylum. And he definitely didn't want to be on one of those.
Alec stood on the side-lines, watching the players. Stiles and Scott had yet to arrive.
"Jackson, take a long stick today!" Coach Finstock ordered.
Of course, Jackson blocked the player. And the others.
"MCCall!" Coach Finstock yelled, snapping Scott out of his daze. "What are you waiting for? Let's go!"
Scott ran at Jackson, although, Alec qualitfied it as more of a jog. Of course, with the speed Scott had gone at, Jackson easily knocked him down. Scott hit the ground, hard.
Of course, Coach started to laugh. "Hey, MCCall," he walked over to the fallen boy. "m-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 grandma?"
"Oh, shit," he's gonna die. Alec thought, eyes widening as he was about to panic. He didn't have a plan for if Scott turned and started to attack and maul everyone on the field.
"McCall's gonna do it again! McCall's gonna do it again!" Coach yelled, waving a hand in the air to instruct for everyone to get back in place.
This time, when Scott got back into place, he had moved fast, an arm stretched out in front of him. He collided right with Jackson, knocking him to the ground. Scott clutched his head, making his brother and Stiles move forward quickly. They both threw an arm around him, ignoring Jackson behind them. "Scott?"
"I-I can't control it, Alec, Stiles," Scott grounded out. "It's happening."
"What? Right here? Now?" Stiles asked back. "All right, come on, get up."
Both Stiles and Alec pulled Scott to his feet, rubbing pass the team that had crowded around Jackson. They ran into the locker room, practically collapsing into it. "Come on, here we go. There. That's it. You okay? Scott, you okay?" Stiles quickly asked.
