The Omen

ꕥ Chapter Two ꕥ

I wait for the bell to ring before I dash away from Lydia to go find Stiles and Scott.

I run up as Stiles throws his hands up into the air, "-I'll have no one to talk to on the bench. Are you really gonna do that to your best friend?"

Scott glances at me and mutters, "I can't sit out again. My whole life is sitting on the sidelines. This season, I make first line."

We make it to the field as coach yell out, "McCall!" The three of us look up and see Coach standing in the middle of the field, his whistle hanging out of his mouth. 

Scott takes a deep breath and yell, "Yeah?" back.

"You're on goal." Is the last thing I hear before I turn back to Stiles.

"Okay catch me up." I whisper, walking over to the bench with him.

Stiles snorts, "Well when I had to leave you and Scott in the woods - sorry, by the way- he got bit by something."

I feel like ice has crept up around me. "He what?"

"He thinks a wolf bit him." Stiles whispers, his eyes glancing around the field. "That's impossible though, wolves haven been in California for like, 60 years."

I nod my head and skeptically look at Scott as my heart hammers in my chest with fear, "Yeah. Look, I'm sorry Stiles, I have to go by Lydia." I say before jumping over the back of the

I look back as Stiles frantically looks up and sounds around. "W-what, you're not going to stay here?"

"Not today!" I say before spinning around quickly and sprinting towards my sister.

If Scott was in the woods and he got bit by that thing too what does that mean? I kinda figured I was just seeing things! Is there some terrible monster thing out there? I know one thing though, that thing sure as hell wasn't a wolf.

I walk up the bleachers and slide next to Allison right as she says, "Who is that?"

I glance out into the field and see her eyes on Scott.

I feel a smirk on my face as Lydia says, "Him?" Confirming, "I'm not sure who he is, but that's one of your little weird friends right?" Lydia asks me.

I nod, "That's Scott, why?"

Allison shrugs, "He's in my English class."

I focus back on the practice just as Jackson is shoving his way to the front of the line.

"Oh god." I whisper when he throws his arm backwards, winding up to whip the ball towards my friend.

The ball flys through the air and I cringe as it speeds towards his face.

I get prepared to witness Scott get hit in the face with a lacrosse ball but to my surprise he moves and catches the ball in the net.

I jump up from my seat and give Scott a cheer, happily bragging to Lydia.

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After practice Stiles practically dragged me and Scott out into the woods to go hunt for the dead body Scott apparently found.