The Youngest (Teen Wolf) Rewritten

Chapter Four

3rd P.O.V

"What do you mean you can't play the game tomorrow night?" Coach asked, his voice sharp with disbelief, cutting through the quiet of the room.

Scott's shoulders tensed, the weight of the confrontation pressing down on him. Kylie, trailing close behind, reached up on her tip-toes to push the heavy door shut. The soft click echoed in the silence that followed, the air thick with anticipation.

"I mean, I can't play the game tomorrow night," Scott said, his tone flat but strained, as if each word scraped against him.

Coach's brow furrowed, eyes narrowing as he leaned in, his expression twisting with confusion and irritation. "You can't wait to play the game tomorrow night?" he said, as if the idea were ludicrous.

"No, I can't play the game tomorrow night," Scott repeated, this time more forcefully, a hint of desperation creeping into his voice.

The room seemed to shrink around them as Coach stared, his jaw working soundlessly for a moment. The tension was palpable, a silent storm brewing as Kylie watched from the corner, her small eyes darting between the two with a worried crease in her brow.

"I'm not following," Coach said, his eyes narrowing as he crossed his arms over his chest, leaning slightly forward with a look of exaggerated patience.

Scott shifted uncomfortably, the tension knotting between his shoulders. "I'm having some personal issues," he explained, the words coming out clipped and hesitant.

Kylie, who was watching the exchange with wide eyes, raised a curious brow. The room felt oddly tense yet laced with an unintentional humor that only Coach could bring.

"Is it a girl?" Coach asked, one eyebrow arching with a mix of concern and interest.

"No," Scott replied, his voice firmer this time.

From the background, Kylie muttered a small "no," echoing Scott's answer with her own childlike certainty.

Coach's expression shifted, his mouth turning down in confusion. "Is it a guy?"

"No..." Scott answered, but Kylie's lips quirked with mischief as she whispered a barely audible "yes" under her breath, trying to suppress a giggle.

Coach didn't notice Kylie's quiet commentary and continued with unwavering focus. "You know, our goalie Danny is gay," he stated, as if this piece of information was crucial.

Scott's face twisted in bewilderment. "Yeah, I know, Coach, but that's not it."

Coach's eyes squinted as if he were putting together pieces of a puzzle. "You don't think Danny's a good-looking guy?" he asked, his tone deadly serious.

Kylie's giggles bubbled up, small and soft, barely held back as she watched Scott's face flush a deep red.

"I think he's good-looking. I... but I like girls, and that's not it, anyway! I... I..." Scott stammered, the frustration evident as he struggled to find words.

Kylie's quiet laughter filled the silence that followed, a brief, innocent sound that softened the tension just enough for a breath to slip in.

"What? Is it drugs? Are you doing meth? 'Cause I had a brother that was addicted to meth," Coach said, his voice shifting from sharp concern to a bizarre kind of storytelling. His eyes widened with exaggerated intensity. "You should have seen what it did to his teeth. They were all cracked and rotted. It was... it was disgusting."

Kylie's small face scrunched up in confusion, her eyes darting between Coach and Scott as she tried to process the sudden shift in conversation.

"Oh, my god. What happened to him?" Scott asked, a mix of disbelief and curiosity crossing his features.