Without you

Second Chance at First Line: 5- Pack mentality

Georgia arrives at the Beacon Hills High School Lacrosse field just as the game begins, after talking to Derek, giving a statement to the police she rushed her way through the traffic to get to the game.

Her eyes scan the bleachers before spotting a buzz cut on the bench, her anger flares inside and she marches over and takes a seat.

"Sup- Georgia? Okay before you say anything-" The Stilinsk boys arms flail and he rambles.

Georgia grabs him by the shoulder pulling him towards her. "You got Derek jailed, Stiles! Are you fucking kidding me!"

Many people around were staring, wondering, Georgia noticed and pulled her hand away, clearing her throat and gathering herself back up.

"The guy killed someone. Not to mention he has some weird obsession with you and he's scary like really scary." Stiles eyes were wide and his head was bobbing as he spoke.

Georgia sighs. "He's not a murderer, he's not obsessed with me and he is not scary. Stiles have you any idea how stupid you sound." Stiles head drops between his shoulders. "Look Sti, I'm not arguing even though i'm right. What's going on? Any major thing happened?"

"Other than the whole Derek in jail thing? Nope." Stiles sighs.

Just then Sheriff Stilinski comes over putting his hand on his sons shoulder. "Hey kid."

Stiles turns his head back to look at his father as he tries to hide the anxiety he's feeling about Scott playing in the game.

"Hey."

"Sheriff." Georgia nods her head.

"Georgina." Stilinski replies in the same manner. "So, you think you'll see any action tonight?"

Stiles, not taking his eyes off of Scott, shrugs and responds.

"Action? Maybe." Stiles replies

"Oh definitely." Georgia nods.

Stilinski doesn't comprehend the double meaning behind Stiles' words, that there could very well be a lot of action if Scott loses control and attacks someone on the field in front of everyone.

On the field, the referee has set the ball down on the grass between Jackson and one of the players on the other team before ordering them into position.

Jackson and the other player crouch down with their lacrosse sticks net-down, each of them preparing to be the first one to scoop up the ball and make a play. Several feet behind Jackson, Scott closes his eyes and once again prays under his breath.

Meanwhile, on the bench, Stiles continues to anxiously gnaw on his lacrosse glove and Georgia mutters under her breath as they watch the game progress, groaning when Scott is clearly purposely ignored by his teammates throughout the game.

Once the game a had finished, Scott worried Georgia and Stiles as he ran off the pitch towards the locker room. The two looked at eachother before taking off towards the startled teenager.

They made their way into the locker room but hid when they heard people talking.

Scott and Allison were standing just in front of the showers. "Well - maybe I need to learn to take more chances." Georgia scrunched her face up at the conversation. "Maybe you do." The Argent replied before both of them started kissing.

Allison pulled back before smiling. "I gotta get back to my dad." She started making her way out before her eyes landed on the two spectators. "Hi, Stiles. Coach leon." 

"I kissed her."

"We saw."

"She kissed me."

"Saw that too. That's pretty good, huh?"

Scott rushed toward his two friends with a great big cheese of a smile.
"I - I - I don't know how, but I controlled it. I pulled it back. Maybe I can do this. Maybe it's not that bad."