Moonlight Tryst ✖︎ Teen Wolf

C O N T R O L

"I told you so." ― Rodger Rabbit

"My grandmother can move faster than that, and she's dead! You think you can move faster than the body of my dead grandmother?" Coach yelled at Scott, Scott seemingly struggling with control growled, "Yes, Coach." With his teeth gritted, he ran back to the starting line.

"Then do it again! McCall is gonna do it again!" Coach yelled as he blew his whistle. Scott flew forward, not bothering to dodge Jackson, his shoulder making a painfully jolt against Jackson's chest sending him into the ground.

Stiles ran to Scott, helping him away from the scene as I carelessly watched the event unfold. I sniffed the air, my head tilted downwards. My eyes scanned the ground before snapping up to look at Derek as he stood off to the side. Standing up, I moved inhumanly fast so I stood in front of him. Pinning him against the bleachers I snarled.

"Hey, Derek." He looked at me under heavy eyelashes, his green eyes piercing my face. His head tilted to the side, "I'll see you soon," he stated, pushing me off of him effortlessly before strolling towards his Camaro.

"And what if I don't want to see your butt munching face! Huh?" I retort childishly crossing my arms, as he glares broodingly at me. "You don't have a choice," he growled, slamming the door shut as he put the key in the ignition. 

"I know you can hear me, dude, and you should really work on your manners. Your not the only one who lost something that night," I whisper harshly before turning and hurridly jogging towards the locker rooms where I knew Stiles had lead Scott. 

I floundered for a moment in the doorway as I stared between the two heavily breathing boys, "Is Jackson okay?" Stiles asked, using the wall to aid him to a standing position, I shrug. 

"Was I supposed to care?"

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I stood behind Scott's bedroom door as he spoke with Ms. McCall, holding my breath as to not be caught, I didn't want her assuming anything, and I was also terrible with being social so hiding seemed like the best option. 

"I mean, it's not like you're under the influence of drugs or anything, right?" she asked Scott to which he shrugged, his feet dragging across the ground as he rotated side to side on his chair. "...Right now?" Melissa's eyes widdened, "Right now? I'm sorry, what do you mean right now? Have you ever taken drugs?" Scott rolled his eyes as he sat up in his chair, "Have you?" he asked, eyebrows raised in accusation as Melissa sighed.

"Get some sleep." She left confused by Scott's behaviour, as I closed the door behind her before joining Scott at the now open laptop screen. "What did you find out?" I asked Stiles as he appeared on the screen.

"Oh, its bad, Jackson has a separated shoulder," I chuckled coldly, "Serves him right," Scott ingnored me as he spoke to Stiles, "Is he gonna play?"

"They don't know yet. Now they're just counting on you for saturday." Stiles sighed, rubbing his face his eyes widening through the gaps of his fingers. Frowning he lean't in looking closely at the screen.

"What?" I asked unnerved by his behaviour. He began to write, 'It looks like...' before our screen froze. I punched the table angrily, my eyes flashing red, which went unnoticed, before returning to their usual grey.

"It looks like what?" Scott asked, waiting for the screen to unfreeze. 'Someone's behind you,' I frowned, Scott went to open up the browser, while I looked around, grabbing Scott's chin with one hand before ripping his face around to look at the stranger.

Derek moved quickly grabbing Scott and I, and pinning us against the wall, "I saw you on the field," Derek growled. "This is a felony!" I raised my voice struggling beneath his grip as his gaze remained focused on Scott.