Savage: A Derek Hale/ Teen Wolf Fanfic

Chapter Eight

Scott came home later that night, a bit flustered but feeling better. He offered me an apology and clambered upstairs, getting ready for his game. I drove him to the school, since Melissa was still getting ready. He walked to the locker room while I took a seat in the bleachers, silently praying that everything went well tonight.

I saw the team finally come out and the crowd cheered. They settled down on the benches and threw on their gear, obviously pumped.

“Hey.” Melissa sat next to me, smiling.

“Hey.” I returned the favor, trying to not to look so worried.

I saw Scott get manhandled by a strawberry blond girl, who was clearly threatening him. It was a sight, but Scott looked honestly shocked.

The whistle finally blew and the players ran out to the field, taking their position. I looked up to the skies, hoping a greater power would hear me.

Please let this be okay. Please.

Mr. Stilinski sat beside us, offering a greeting before focusing on the game. And suddenly, the players were in action, flinging the ball across the field. I saw that Scott was wide open, but no one passed him the ball, and I was slightly grateful for that, even though the guilt was eating me.

The ball was on the ground, and I watched as both Jackson and Scott dived for it, but Jackson threw Scott to the ground and snatched the ball. The crowd cheered, and I saw Allison hold up a poster with the girl from before, with the letters “We Luv U Jackson” written across.

That is not good.

Stiles looked up at me, a severe look on his face. We both knew that Scott was gonna get angry really fast, really soon.

I saw Scott bend down, and the referee stopped by him, making sure he was okay. I saw him nod and the man shrugged, walking away. A few of the opposite team’s players stepped away from him, scared of Scott.

The whistle blew and the game was on. The ball flew in the air, and I saw Scott leap up, using one of the players as a boost and catched the ball with his stick, taking off in a run towards the goal. He dodged players like a pro, no one being able to stop him. Melissa jumped up from her seat, and I did too, trying to get a better look. He was the epitome of agility and speed, an incredible sight that would astonish anyone.

He finally threw the ball towards the net, making it fall straight into the goal. Everyone cheered, and Melissa and I screamed, hugging each other and smiling big. He hadn’t killed anyone and had scored an amazing shot.

The coach sauntered along the sidelines, shouting one order only. “McCall! Pass to McCall!”

Another play started and this time, the opposing team caught the ball. Scott faced the enemy player, who stopped dead in his tracks and did the unthinkable.

He threw the ball right into Scott’s stick pocket.

Scott ran past him and right towards the goal. Once again, he dodged every block like it was a walk in the park, and shot it straight at the goalie’s stick. The ball zoomed towards the pocket and literally tore through the net, making a goal.

Melissa screamed again, looking at me incredulously. She couldn’t believe her son was a lacrosse god.

The whistle blew for the last play and once again, Scott stole the ball. I swear that kid was insane. He suddenly stopped, crouching down and looking around. I caught sight of his eyes. They were vibrant yellow, and he was panting hard.

Shit. He turned.

“Come on. Come on.” I whispered, bouncing my knee.

Two players went barreling after him, but Scott threw the ball right on time, landing the goal perfectly.

I shot up, throwing my hands up. “Yes! Yes! Oh, my God!”

I saw Scott tear off his gloves, looking at his hands. He was turning and needed to get away.

I whispered under my breath. “Run to the locker room. Calm down. Go. Before anyone sees you.”

He looked up at me before taking off, going straight into the safety of the trees and around the school.

Stiles looked up at me and motioned for us to go after him. I nodded, and we both ran back, going straight to the locker rooms. We hid behind one of the lockers, only to find Scott in a lip-lock with Allison.

“Oh, God.” I whispered, turning away, pushing Stiles behind me.

Stiles pushed past me and looked, smirking. “Atta boy, Scott.”

Allison finally pulled away and walked back to the exit, making Stiles and I turn away and hide. She saw him and waved, smiling.

“Hey, Stiles.” She greeted.

He waved back, embarrassed. “Hey, yeah…”

She left, and we ran towards Scott, who was walking towards us, a starstruck look on his face.

“I kissed her.” He breathed, a goofy smile plastered permanently on his mouth.

“We saw.” I nodded.

“She kissed me.” He whispered.

Stiles smiled. “Saw that too.”

“That’s pretty good, huh?” I smirked.

Scott sighed, grinning. “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.”

Stiles chucked. “Yeah. We’ll talk later then.”

Scott pulled him back by the elbow, frowning. “What?”

Stiles sighed, before looking at the both of us. “The, uh, medical examiner looked at the other half of the body we found.”

“And…” I prompted.

“Well, I’ll keep it simple. Medical examiner determines killer of girl to be animal, not human. Derek’s human, not animal. Derek not killer. Derek let out of jail.” Stiles huffed.

Scott’s eyes widened. “Are you  kidding?”

“No, and here’s a bigger kick in the ass. My dad ID’d the dead girl, both halves. Her name was Laura Hale.” Stiles explained.

I gaped at him. “Hale?”

Stiles nodded. “Derek’s sister.”

Author's Note:

DUN-DUN-DUN! Kind of a cliff hanger but you guys already know what happens. Anyways, I'll be posting up tomorrow, like always. Thanks for all the votes and reads! :)

- Cece