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Ch.29 Rehab Meeting

Tate

Okay it's been about a day or so since Lydia has been back from Eichen House and now we're dealing with so Hellhound/Parrish issues..

Oh and everyone knows about me changing to a werewolf.. We aren't sure how it happened, but their just glad that I'm fine.

When I say we I actually mean Stiles, Argent, Scott, Liam, and me..

Supposedly the Hellhound is at the school so Scott, Stiles and Liam are on their way. Argent is already there, as am I..

Earlier when I got the text I threw on some leggings, a white loose v-neck, and running shoes.

It's really creepy walking the school halls alone at night..
But all I have to do is meet the others..

I walked down another hall, one that had
'Home of the cyclones'
Written on it..

"More like 'Home to the Supernatural' " I mumbled under my breath.

I heard a car door bang, which probably was the guys, so I started walking out the school and towards where the sound came from.

I walked out some doors and ended up right beside the guys..

"Finally.." I sighed and then I noticed the body on the ground..

"Look" Liam said and we all looked over to the bus..

It was filled with dead bodies..

I noticed that a guy was beginning to move slowly..

Oh my God, it was the guy from Bio.. I think his name was Parker, but I'm not a hundred percent sure..

"Help... Me" he whispered as the Beast appeared behind him.

Suddenly Parrish walked out the doors that I did and I quickly stepped behind the guys..

"It's a trap" Parrish said with a weird gaggle in his voice.

"Your can't help him" Parrish said again just as the Beast tore my lab partner in half.

I couldn't scream..

"That's big, no know ever said it was big.." Stiles whispered.

"We did" Liam and I said at the same time without anyone looking away from the Parrish or the Beast.

Then They both roared and Parrish began to chase the Beast, but the Beast only ran away from him..

Our group only ran a few feet before they disappeared down the street.

"What the hell is happening.. I didn't miss anything right?" I asked.

"It's getting smarter" Argent said.

"That doesn't give me a proper answer"

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"Why the hell are we here again" I asked as we walked up to Stepping Stones, it is rehab center and I'm pretty sure that Stiles, Scott or myself has a drinking or drug problem..

Suddenly Scott pointed at someone and we were walking towards him..

"What..." I whispered.. It was Coach.

"Hey, Coach, It's Scott, Stiles and Tate." Scott stammered. They both sat beside Coach while I stood in front of him.

Stiles waved his hand over Coach's face.

"Coach, you're in rehab. You didn't have a lobotomy." Stiles said.

"Coach... It's Little Stilinski" I said..

Coach never called me Tate, he didn't like the name so he called me little Stilinski since I was Stiles cousin.

But Coach still didn't move.

Stiles began to reach out to the chess board behind me when Coach suddenly grabbed Stiles arm.

"Don't you touch it.. I've got Nurse Gonzalez by the balls of the last three moves and she knows it" Coach laughed as he repositioned himself so he was sitting up correctly.

"Let it go. You're checking out of this place now." Stiles said

"Not a chance" Coach said while shaking his head.

I crossed my arms over my stomach..

"Why? You're fine and everyone knows it" I said.

He loudly shushed us.

"I have a debilitating disease." He moved his hand in a drinking motion.

"It's called 'I'm not going to take another arrow to the stomach-phobia' look it up" he added while raising his voice.

"Nobody's shooting arrows at anyone, okay?" Scott said.

"I would actually like to shot an arrow at Liam" I raised my hand slightly and Stiles rolled his eyes.
"See, Little Stilinski is dangerous. It's always to sweet ones that you had to worry about." Coach nodded pointing at me.

"We just need you to Coach the Charity game" Scott said..

I honestly completely forgot about the game tonight..

Coach laughed.

"Charity? Not a chance."

"How exactly have you been conning them into letting you stay here?" Stiles asked.

"I, uh, I have relapses.. It's... It's serious. I've had seven of them." Coach answered.

"So once a month?"

"Yeah, you see, uh, every time they are just about to discharge me, I relapse"

"No one's noticed that pattern?" I asked.

"I have phenomenal health insurance. So why don't you guys get the hell out of here. I hate Charity games. They're meaningless" Coach finished.

"I don't think the Charities would agree." Stiles added.

"What's it for this year?" Coach asked.

"Cancer" I said.

"For or against" Coach asked and I couldn't help but laugh.. They all looked at me..

"You're serious?" I asked.. And then Stiles looked back at Coach.

"Against, Coach. Deeply against." He answered.

"Yeah, okay, well, I'm deeply not interested" Coach said as he whistled and pointed his thumbs to Scott and Stiles.

"Coach, we need you" Scott said..

I completely agree, the LaCrosse team sucks..

"I will never coach there again" he said while putting one hand on Scott shoulder and the other hand on Stiles shoulder.

"That's Okay though right? Because they don't actually need you to coach the game." I said.. But I still didn't know why they don't need him to coach the game.

"We need you to forfeit" Scott said and Coach only looked at them and then to me..

"I didn't know about that part.." I said.

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Hey guys sorry about the slack in the updates.. I've been exhausted between sports practice, school, and updates..

I promise I'll post more.

Also, there will be another chapter being posted later on tonight

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