Slightly In On It (Slightly Awkward Sequel---Teen Wolf)

chapter two---SHAPE SHIFTED

I, of course, had to ride to school earlier than usual thanks to Stiles and his early morning practices, but I didn't care. I didn't have anything better to do, since school hadn't begun quite yet, so I was sitting on the bleachers and watching with confusion as Stiles was running across the field to Coach, and then I walked up to Scott right in front of me. "What . .is he doing?"

"I think there's a new werewolf on the team."

"You're serious?" I asked.

"Yeah, it was like I could sense it--it was weird."

"So who is it?"

"That's what we're trying to figure out."

"Okay, you just said that you sens--"

"I sensed another werewolf, yes, but I don't know who it is."

"Okay," I said, Stiles running back over with a bigger net and a bag, sitting next to Scott.

"I told Coach you're switching with Danny for the day," he said.

"But I hate playing goal," Scott said.

"Remember when I said I had an idea? This is the idea."

"Oh."

"There we go."

"I'm confused," I mused.

"What's the idea?" Scott asked.

"I seriously don't know how you survive without me sometimes," Stiles said.

The whistle blew, Coach calling, "Let's go! Line it up!" The players started to run for the middle of the field, making a line. "Faster! Make daddy proud."

Daddy? Yeah, no.

Again, Coach blew the whistle, tossing the ball into a player's net, and that player started to run forward.

And Scott was running out of the goal, knocking him to the ground just to get him back up.

"Oh," I said when I realized what was going on. He was going to tell who the werewolf was by smell.

Very awkwardly, in a way that made me want to laugh, but also made me feel embarrassed about him at the same time. "McCall!" Coach said. "Usually the goalie stays somewhere within the vicinity of the actual goal."

"Yes, Coach," Scott said, running back over to the goal.

I saw the next player that was about to get his ass knocked to the ground, and nearly laughed, recognizing him from the winter formal when he had asked me to dance, and I had one dance, but bailed out when a slow song came on, because he creeped me out. His name was Matt. I didn't know the last name, and I didn't care.

Coach blew the whistle and threw the ball to Matt, who, like the player before, ran forward, and like before, Scott ran out of the goal and knocked him to the ground, literally making him flip through the air.

I didn't hear what either of them said, but Scott was getting up, Coach snapping, "McCall! The position's goal keeper, not goal abandoner." I didn't hear Scott's reply, Coach saying, "Let's go!"

When Danny's turn came up, the exact same thing repeated, Coach blowing the whistle and throwing the ball to him, and Scott taking him to the ground. "McCall!" Coach snapped. "You come out of that goal one more time, and you'll being suicide runs til you die. It'll be the first ever suicide run that actually end in a suicide. Got it?"

God, Coach was so loud.

Jackson was too chicken enough to go out there, leaving the line while another player that I didn't know was taking on the challenge.