Speak Now ~ Teen Wolf

4: Have Demons? Thug It Out

"Let's go!" Coach shouts. "One-on-one from up top!"

Stacy takes a step back from Coach and his booming voice as Scott and Stiles hurry onto the field.

"We need to talk later," Stiles mumbles as he passes by her. Stacy nods, internally grumbling. Now what?

"Jackson, take a long stick today," Coach orders. Jackson nods and grabs a lacrosse stick used for defense before he takes his spot on the field. The drill began.

"GREENBERG!" Coach grumbled as the first player hit the ground. "Take a lap!"

Greenberg, who had just gotten the ball stolen from him by Jackson, dutifully took off around the field. "Faster, Greenberg, faster!" Coach shouted, before rolling his eyes to Stacy. "I hate that kid," he groans.

"Well, I hate Jackson," Stacy replied.

"We all do," Coach commented. "But he's too good to hate. McCall!" He barked out, instantly changing the subject. "What are you waiting for? Let's go!"

Stacy's attention turned over to her friend who runs at Jackson, immediately getting tackled and tossed flat on his ass.

Stacy groaned as Coach calls out, "McCall!" He approaches Scott, who is still on the ground. "My grandmother can move faster than that, and she's dead! You think you can move faster than the lifeless corpse of my dead grandmother?"

"Yes Coach," Scott groans.

"I can't hear you!"

"Yes Coach!"

"Then do it again." Coach marches back to Stacy, cheering, "McCall's gonna do it again! McCall's gonna do it again!"

"Hey, lay off of him," Stacy sighed.

"This is character building!" Coach exclaimed. "He's fine!"

Already back at the front of the line, Scott ran straight for Jackson, barreling into him. Jackson fell back to the ground, clutching his shoulder. Everyone swarmed over the two, but Stacy didn't check on Jackson. She went straight for Scott, who was also on the ground, chest heaving up and down.

Stiles appeared next to Stacy and the two shared a brief look of concern before noticing that their friend had glowing yellow eyes and fangs. "Uhhh Scott?" Stacy asked.

"Guy, I can't control it, it's happening!" Scott panics.

"What? Right here? Now?" Stiles exclaims.

"We gotta get him out of here," Stacy ordered, helping Scott up. "C'mon."

Stacy and Stiles rush Scott off of the field while everyone else was distracted by Jackson, who was whining like a little bitch. The two brought their supernatural friend to the locker room and Scott collapsed to his knees.

"You okay?" Stacy asked, as Stiles crouched down next to the boy. "Hey, Scott," Stiles called, waving his hands over Scott's face. "You alright?"

"GET AWAY FROM ME!" Scott bellows, his eyes turning a sudden yellow.

What. The. Fuck.

Stiles grabbed Stacy and pulled her away from a very angry Scott, who came after them. They disappeared behind the lockers in an attempt to escape their violent friend, who simply jumped atop the lockers and growled down at them. If they weren't about to die, Stacy probably would've laughed.

Stiles yelps at Scott's sudden appearance, quickly moving for the exit with Stacy in tow. They round the corner and Stacy bumps into a fire extinguisher. Stiles's eyes light up before he snatches the extinguisher off the wall. He pushed Stacy behind him before turning back into the locker room, using the spray from the extinguisher to disorient Scott.