Changing Fate (Teen Wolf)

The Lethal Game of Lacrosse

"Hey, hot stuff." I'm greeted by a familiar face.

"Hey." I whisper.

"Come on." His hand wraps around my waist and pulls me into the woods. We walk into the deep woods, where the trees meet the sky and block out almost all light.

"Why are we here?" I ask sliding my hand down his chest.

"We need to be alone together." He replies sliding his hands into my pockets.

"Why?" My fingers trail up his arms.

"Stop asking questions." He pulls me against his body.

"I'm sorry." I whisper playing with his collar. He slowly trails a hand up my body and moves the hair over my shoulder then pulls the sleeve of my shirt off my shoulder along with my bra strap. His hand goes back into my pocket as his lips meet my neck. "Steven, what are you doing!?!" I try to pull off but I'm pulled against him. "Steven! Let go! Steven!"

"Sabe! Sabe! LaSabera!" I jolt up gasping for air and screaming my arms flailing. "Sabe, calm down. It was just a dream. Just a dream." Derek holds me against him smoothing my hair. "It's okay." I bury my face in his chest and let the tears fall.

"Do I have to go to school?" I ask.

"Not today." He replies.

"I-it j-just felt s-so real." I sob.

"I know, I know." He soothes sympatheticly.

"Why m-me-e?"

"Shhhh, it's okay Sabe, it's okay." I let myself relax in his arms and try to stop crying. My breath still hitched, a sob every once and a while. Tears still falling.

"I miss him." I whisper.

"It's okay."
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This is the one day of the year that I dread the most. Haunted by the fact that I killed Steven, he died in my arms. I did it. His blood is on my hands, and I'm just drinking away the memory. Shots turned to cups, cups turned to taking down a bottle at a time. My hair just thrown up into a messy bun, tank top and pajama shorts. Music blaring. Wishing that this was all over. That I could have amnesia and not have to live knowing that I killed Steven. I'm not even going to say his name anymore, someone brings it up, I'll just act like I have no fucking idea who they're talking about.

"Sabe, coach needs you." Scott says from my doorway.

"For what?"

"Practice, we have a scrimmage tomorrow."

"Why does he need me?"

"You play one of the most important spots on the team."

"What are the chances that I'll get pulled over for DUI?"

"You're a werewolf, you can't get drunk."

"If you put a drop of wolfsbane in your first drink you can."

"Then you're wasted, and they probably won't pull you over. Take a shower before you leave to sober up."

"No, I can play lacrosse and be drunk at the same time. Let me get dressed." I take a sip of the bottle in front of me and walk to my bedroom. I throw on the clothes that I had if I went to school today and walk back to Scott.

"Ready?"

"Yeah."
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Practice was long and boring. Why did we practice for a scrimmage?