Game of Survival - Teen Wolf

1.8

Despite being pissed off at Scott and Stiles, Isabelle still showed up at the game. Isabelle walked up to the bleachers as the game was ongoing. Stiles was benched so she passed him on the way up, not giving him the time of day. She was still mad. Very mad. 

"Hey Isabelle!" called out Lydia from somewhere in the bleachers. Isabelle saw her waving. She smiled and waved back.

"Come sit with us!" 

Isabellw smiles a bit uneasily. Well, I can't just say no. Isabelle made her way up and put on her best smile. "Dad, this is my friend Isabelle." Allison said, introducing Isabelle to her dad.

"Isabelle, this is my dad." Isabelle smiled forcefully and shook his hand. "Nice to meet you."

"Chris Argent and likewise." Isabelle nearly froze when he told her his name. He said it with a fake smile, he already knew that she was a werewolf. Isabelle wouldn't be surprised if he showed up at her house one of these days. She knew hunters were in town, she didn't expect them to be related to Allison. She wondered if Scott and Stiles knew. 

Of course they knew. 

Isabelle sat next to Lydia not wanting to be that close to Allison's dad, the hunter. "Please let this be okay. Please." Scott begged from the field. 

"Down!" the referee ordered, and the players put their sticks down, the ball in between. 

"Please!" Scott begged once more when the referee blew the whistle. The game progressed and Isabelle started noticing a pattern, the ball wasn't being passed to Scott even though he was open several times. When the ball landed in the field, Scott tried to run to it, but Jackson came and shoved him away before he could get to the ball. 

When Jackson got the ball in the net everyone cheered and unfortunately so did Isabelle. Well, she clapped lightly but Lydia grabbed her hands and forced her to clap more. 

"That's it, Jackson! Get fired up! Fired up!" Coach yelled. Lydia grabbed both Isabelle's arm and Allisons in signal before pulling up a huge sign that said: "We Luv u Jackson" 

Isabelle tried not to make a face as she helped hold it up. Someone just kill me now. 

"Brutal." Stiles muttered when he saw the sign. Isabelle looked over and saw Scott puff out his breath.

"Oh, this is not gonna be good..." 

"Only to me." Jackson ordered his team who were huddled up. 

"But what if he's open?" Asked Danny. 

"Who's the captain? You, or me?" 

"Jackson, come on, dude. I just wanna win." Argued Danny. 

"We will win."

"But--"

"What did I say? Huh? What. Did. I. Say?" Jackson said more menacingly. Danny sighed in defeat. "Don't pass to McCall."

"You okay, kid?" The referee asked Scott who was hunched over and breathing so heavily that his breath could be seen. 

"Which one is Scott again?" Asked Argent. 

"Number eleven--" Isabelle replied, there was no use in lying, Lydia or Allison would correct her. 

"Otherwise known as the only one who hasn't caught a single ball this entire game." Retorted Lydia. Because they don't pass him the damn ball. 

Allison bit her fingers stressed. "I hope he's okay." 

"I hope we're okay. We need to win this." Lydia muttered.