New Beginnings | A Teen Wolf Insert

Chapter Eleven: Co-Captains

Some day in February, Night Time (PST)
Location:, Beacon Hills California
3 days till winter formal.

Third Person POV:

A gleaming white light floods the night sky. As the brilliant glow focuses into a bank of spotlights over the lacrosse field, a chant rises up.

"State! State! State!" The crowd cheers.

Fists reach into the light, pumping in unison. Amidst the rush of fans crowding the team at the benches, only one face doesn't seem ecstatic over the win: Scott McCall. Doors burst open and the still chanting crowd fills the hallway of the locker room. Scott and Avery pushes through, searching for--

"Stiles? Has anyone seen Stiles?" Scott asks frantically.

"Devin! Has anyone seen my sister?" Avery asks just as frantic.

Scott turns and unexpectedly finds himself facing Allison. Pressed together in the mob, they look at each other for an awkward second. Scott opens his mouth to speak and--

"State! State! State!" His teammate, Brian, screams between them.

They both stare blankly at him in annoyance until he finally decides to chant in someone else's face.

"You were pretty awesome out there." Allison says.

"Thanks, you too. I mean--that's not what I meant." Scott says.

"No, I did some pretty awesome cheering. You can thank me." Allison says.

"You did?" Scott asks.

"Totally. I went from "Go, Team, Go" to "Defense, Defense" without a breath. I brought my A game." Allison says.

The commotion seems to fade around them as Scott can't help but smile at her effort to charm him. Until Brian pops back in between--

"State! State! State!" Brian chants again.

Scott shoots a murderous glare at him. Brian shrinks away, allowing Scott to return his attention to Allison. But she's down the hall now, Argent with his arm around her shoulder, gently guiding her out with the rest of the dissipating crowd as Avery comes to stand next to Scott. Gazing after them, Scott nor Avery doesn't notice Jackson stepping up to whisper in Scott's ear.

"That's heartbreaking, man. I bet it's been a lot of sleepless nights, huh? You. Your hand. A box of tissues--" Jackson says.

Eyes narrowing, Scott resists responding to the taunts.

"You know what, though, McCall? I actually sympathize. Which is why I'm going to make this mutually beneficial. You get me what I want? I'll help you get her back." Jackson says.

"What?" Scott says.

"Three days makes it just in time for the winter formal. Think about you taking her instead of me. And think about all the things you'll be able to do to get her out of some tight little dress by the end of the night. See how this could work out for all of us?" Jackson says as he backs away, letting the words sink in.

"Three days, McCall." Jackson says.

Stepping out of the steam-filled shower, a deeply troubled Scott pulls a towel around his waist. He passes by Danny who changes into his street clothes at his locker next to Avery who was already dressed and waiting for Scott, while he chatted with Danny.

"By the way, McCall. Apology accepted." Danny said, looking at Scott.

"Um. I didn't apologize." Scott says confused.

"Every time you got the ball tonight you passed it to me." Danny says.

"You scored every time I passed to you." Scott says.