Game of Survival - Teen Wolf

1.18

"Okay. Now, put this on." Isabelle demanded from Scott, handing him a heart rate monitor band she borrowed from the track team. It was easy enough to get into the locker rooms. 

Scott examined it in his hand, realizing it looked familiar. "Isn't this one of the heart rate monitors for the track team?"

"Yeah, I borrowed it."

"Stole it." Scott corrected and she gave him an offended glare. 

"Temporarily misappropriated!" Stiles defended her, and Isabelle grinned at his choice of words.

"Coach uses it to monitor his heart rate with his phone while he jogs, and you're gonna wear it for the rest of the day." Isabelle said. "And it'll help us know what we have to work on."

Scott looked down at Isabelle's other hand, seeing her holding a phone that was not hers at all. It also looked familiar. "Isn't that Coach's phone?" He asked wearily.

Isabelle smirked and held it up. "That I stole."

"Why?" Oh, teaching bitten werewolves is officially not my favorite subject.

"All right, look, your heart rate goes up when you go wolf, right? When you're playing lacrosse, when you're with Allison, whenever you get angry..." Isabelle explained in a professional voice. "Think of it like this, learning to control it is tied to learning to control your heart rate."

Scott smiled when he realized something. "Like The Incredible Hulk?"

Stiles shrugged, nodding a little. "Kind of like The Incredible Hulk, yeah." He refused to feed Scott's ego. Not when he was still mad at him.

"No," Scott marveled. "I'm like The Incredible Hulk!"

"Would you shut up and put the strap on?" Stiles said, annoyed. Isabelle giggles at Scotts boyish grin and Stiles' frustrated look. They might not be getting along but they were giving her a great show.

Isabelle reached into her bag and pulled out a roll of duct tape she had taken from the Art room. This was part 2 of plan A. "Sorry Scottie," she apologized with a smile. She took both of Scott's hands and fastened them behind his back, using the duct tape to hold them together. Isabelle lugs the bag of lacrosse balls with her as Stiles grips the lacrosse stick and the two leave Scott in the middle of the field and back away a few yards.

"This isn't exactly how I wanted to spend my free period." Scott complained as he tried his best to stand up right. It was a lot harder with his hands tied behind him.

"All right." Isabelle hands Stiles a ball that he loads onto the lacrosse stick. She turns in Scotts direction and cups her hands around her mouth. "You ready?!"

"No."

"Remember-- don't get angry." Stiles was going first because he kind of wanted this. To be able to hit Scott consequence free. After what happened to his dad he wanted to be able to blow off some steam without getting into trouble.

"I'm starting to think this was a really bad idea." Scott mumbled. Stiles and Isabelle were too far away for Stiles to hear, but Isabelle did. "Too late to back out!"

She held Coach's phone in her hands as Stiles whacked Scott with the ball. She winces.

"Oh, man." Scott groaned. "Okay, that one kind of hurt..."

Isabelle shushed him with a finger. "Quiet. Remember, you're supposed to be thinking about your heart rate, all right?"

Scott muttered to himself. "Stay calm. Staying calm. Staying totally calm." He had to learn to do this or else he wouldn't be able to see Alison again, or the Alpha could kill him. A million things could go wrong if he didn't learn control. "There's no balls flying at my face-" He was cut off by a ball hitting his chest.