Game of Survival - Teen Wolf

1.6

Isabelle crossed the field as she made her way to the bleachers. She figured she might as well watch the lacrosse practice. There was a game tonight, and despite Scott and Stiles avoiding her like she had the plague she was still going to go. She had to give them some credit, they did have most classes together. She didn't care that they didn't like her. She had given them their space but enough was enough. Someone had to keep an eye out on Scott, someone who actually knows what they’re doing.

Isabelle squeezed her way through the people already in the bleachers till she reached Stiles' bench. Something told her that he was always on the bench. "Stilinski." She acknowledged, sitting down next to him and putting her stuff down. Stiles looked back and forth between the field and her.

“What are you doing here?"

"Keeping an eye on you. Someone has to." Her eyes scanned the players till she spotted Scott.

"You guys didn't really think you could get rid of me that easily?" Isabelle smirked as she watched Stiles's face fall.

"We were hoping." Stiles turned, his body shifting towards her. "If you and Derek don't stay away-"

"You'll do what?" Isabelle dared him to finish that sentence. "You'll fight us?" She struggled to hide her glee. Stiles and Scott were absolutely no threat to her and Derek whatsoever, the only threat they possessed was being imbeciles.

Stiles tried to come up with something but was silent, fuming on the inside. "You can't just show up like you're the boss of us."

"But it’s so fun.” Isabelle sassed. The last thing she wanted to do was have to chase after them like she was some sort of mother hen. “I don't want to, but if I have to I will." Isabelle sighed. "I get you want to protect Scott, you're a good friend. But I have been doing this way longer than you. You need me."

"I think we're doing just fine." Stiles commented, brushing off what she had said. Isabelle was about to argue when Coach caught their attention.

"McCall, what are you waiting for? Let's go!" Coach yelled when Scott wouldn't move from his spot in line. Scott regained focus but lost it once again when he was running directly into Jackson.

"Hey, McCall!" Called out coach. "Hey, McCall!" He said with a little more laugh. Isabelle grimaced.

"You sure you still want to be first line, McCall?" Jackson said snidely to Scott who laid on the ground.

"My-my grandmother can move faster than that-- and she's dead!" Coach said, stuttering as he scolded Scott who now had his hand clutching his stomach.

"You think you can move faster than the lifeless corpse of my dead grandmother?"

"Yes, Coach." Scott said strained. Oh no.

"I can't hear you!"

Scott glares at Jackson, his eyes glowing an amber gold as he responds. Frack. "Yes, Coach."

"Then do it again!"

Scott ran back to line as Coach yelled out, "McCall's gonna do it again! McCall's gonna do it again!" It was almost mocking. "Let's go!"

Scott ran at Jackson, shoving him so hard he fell on the ground, and Isabelle swore she heard a bone break. Scott grabbed his head and collapsed on his knees. Isabelle couldn't help the small smile as she looked at Stiles knowingly.

"Think you still got it?"

Isabelle dropped her stuff on the bleachers and ran out into the field, Stiles following her and they made their way to Scott. She dropped down and grabbed Scott by the helmet and made him look at her. Everyone was more concerned about Jackson, so they didn't bother to look at them.