An Uneasy Accord

Chapter 62 - Bitch Please!

Jackson had watched the agitated movements of Stiles as he headed towards the locker room. Thanks to a pinkeye outbreak Stalinski was now on first string which wasn't that offensive to the co-captain of the team. What infuriated him was Scott being on the same level as him. Jackson had earned, fought, and clawed to be at the top! But Scott weaseled his way in with what? A few slick moves? A couple of flashy plays that made Coach and the others star struck?

"Bastard," he muttered beneath his breath before shoving the door with an angry thrust.

His thoughts drifted back to Brooklyn as he contemplated his next move. Jackson was still hazy about the incident at the hospital as he had continued drawing a blank after dragging the hunter back in the room. Something told him whatever had happened wasn't good as Scott had flashed him random angered looks throughout the halls.

Scott detected Jackson entering the locker room and rolled his eyes. The game was fast approaching and Jackson had lay off of the demands to a "friendly" reminder.

Game night…..Make it happen…..Or Allison will find out about you…..

"Hey don't let him get to you," Stiles flopped down on the bench.

"He's threatening to tell your dad where Brooklyn and Derek are. It's kind of hard not to notice."

"Well if he's smart he won't say anything."

Scott wearily nodded and finished dressing out.

Practice was a disaster.

Danny was flat on his back with bloody nose as Scott stormed off the field. Jackson and Stiles were tending to the down goalie while Coach was just dumbstruck. The lanky goalie was coherent but stunned at what had just transpired. Scott had the temperament of a mad bull as he slammed against him with the force of a speeding train. Luckily the ground as somewhat soft as it broke his fall but the wind had been pushed with a terrible force from his lungs creating a painful wheezing that everyone could hear.

Scott was consumed with rage; rage towards himself. He had hurt an innocent. The teen flung his gear to the floor in a huff before taking a seat on the bench, grateful for the silence that surrounded him.

Why had he done that? What purpose was there in nearly burying Danny six feet under?

"Scott," Stiles was standing before him. "Dude what the Hell was that all about?"

"I don't know," he honestly didn't know.

"Well Danny's alright, just shaken and of course a bloody nose."

"Thanks," Scott growled. "Twist the knife a little deeper why don't you!"

"Hey I'm not the one who plowed Danny."

Stiles sadly shook his head and left his friend alone and headed home. He didn't change and instead fished his phone out and dialed up a certain hunter.

"He did what?"

"Rolled over Danny like steamroller!"

"Talk about taking aggression to the next level…."

"But the thing is he didn't even know why he did it. He says it just surfaced and the next thing he knew he was burying his shoulder in Danny!"

"Sounds like the Alpha's sending a message," Derek was listening in on the conversation.

"Where's Scott now?"

"Left him at the school. He was rather…..unsettled. He had this weird look in his eyes like he was going to rip into me like a friggin steak!"