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╰┈➤ gabriela watched from the bleachers as scott and stiles jogged onto the field in their lacrosse get-ups. allison and lydia took a seat in front of her, she watched as allison and scott made eye contact. cute. she also watched as coach finstock handed scott a stick with a larger net, meaning scott was in goal. oh boy, this is gonna go great.

gabriela could hear lydia and allison talking. about scott. but her attention was drawn away when she saw scott get clocked in the face with a ball. he got back up, embarrassed, no doubt. another boy ran forward, aiming for the goal, but scott caught the ball. through his helmet, gabby could see was shocked. he caught another, and another, and another. until...

jackson pushed to the front of the queue and took his turn. he launched the ball. gabriela watched in anticipation.

but scott caught the ball.

gabby stood up and cheered, along with stiles and lydia.

wait.

lydia?

jackson looked bewildered. he looked over to the bleachers, at lydia, who gave him a smirk and turned back to scott. then he looked at gabriela, who looked at him. she gave him a soft, sympathetic smile. she once fell from the top of a social hierarchy, something she never really spoke about, only scott and stiles knew, but the bottom line was, she knew what jackson felt, besides from the fact that he was somewhat a dick. so she smiled at him. and he smiled back, his dimples making the girl blush. but he had a girlfriend, unfortunately for gabby.

no, stop. no! do not fall for jackson whittemore.

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" i don't know what it was, it was like i had all the time in the world to catch the ball." scott tells stiles and gabriela as they walk over a log in the woods, "and that's not the only weird thing. i mean, i can hear stuff i shouldn't be able to hear, smell things--"

"smell things? like what?" stiles questions.

"like... mint mojito gum in your pocket." scott states.

stiles stops walking and reaches into his pocket, "i don't even have any mint mojito--" but he pulls a piece out anyway, looking at it in surprise. 

"can i have that?" gabby asks the boy, who hands her the gum.

"so all this started with the bite," stiles starts walking again following scott, gabriela following them both. 

"w-what if it's like an infection, like my body's flooding with adrenaline before i go into shock or something?"

"you know what i actually think i've heard of this, it's a specific kind of infection." stiles says, gabriela chewing on the gum.

"are you serious?" scott stops walking.

"yeah, i think it's called... lycanthropy." and gabriela laughs at stiles' statement, making the gum fall out of her mouth. and she groans in frustration.

"what's that? is that bad? is she laughing? are you laughing?" scott directs his last question to gabby, who shakes her head, with a slight smile on her face.

"oh yeah it's the worst, but only once a month."

"tell me about it." gabby mumbles, referring to a specific time each month.