Teen Wolf - The Bite

5 - the game

I walk into the lockerroom, getting stared at by multiple guys. "Are you herre to convince me not to play?" Scott asks when I sit down next to him. "I just hope you know what you're doing." I sigh. "If I don't play, I lose first line and Allison." I slap the back of his head. "Allison's not going anywhere! And it's one game that you really don't need to play." "I wanna play! I wanne be on the team, I wanna go out with Allison! I want to live a freaking normal live. You get that?"

I nod. "I get it Scott, believe me, I do." Stiles joins us. "Just try not to worry to much when you're out there, okay?Or get too angry. Or stressed. Don't think about Allison being in the stands. Or that her father is trying to kill you. Or that Derek's trying to kill you. Or the girl he killed! Or that you might kill someone! If a hunter doesn't kill you first!- I'm sorry I'll stop." he quickly says when he sees the looks on our faces.

I get out on the field, and get into the stands next to Allison and Lydia. The coach blows his wistle and they start to play. Weirdly enough, Scott is free for like, the whole time, but he doesn't get a single ball. I frown and stare at Jackson, who's giving directions to the team, and than... he scores. I look next to me, and see Allison and Lydia holding up a sign that says 'we luv u Jackson!'. Oh shit. I can almost feel Scott's anger from up here.

They get ready to start again, and I see Scott bend over as well, but only like, three feet away from them. There's steam coming out of his helmet. I can hear his soft growles. "Are you okay kid??" I hear the referee ask him, and he only nods. I see a player from the other team take a few steps back from Scott, and I hear Stiles curse from the bench.

"Which number is Scott again?" I hear Allison's father ask. "Number eleven." I answer. "Also known as the one who hasn't got a single ball tonight." Lydia ads and I crack my nuckles. I see mr. Argent look at me, so I quickly turn my head to the other side. "I hope he's okay." Allison says. "I hope we're okay." Lydia says and I take a look at the score board, it's 5 for guests and 3 for us.

"We need to win this." Lydia stands up, and a minute later so does Allison, holding up another sigh that says 'Jackson is #1!'. Oh no. I can hear Scott's heartbeat getting even more faster than it already was. The referee blows his wistle, and the ball goes up in the air. Scott jumps on the shoulder of some guy from the other team, and catches the ball out of the air. He runs towards the goal, past seven( I repeat, seven!!) players from the other team, and scores. Everybody cheers and screams his name. "PASS TO MCCALL! PASS. TO. MCCALL!" I hear coach scream.

Scott get's all the balls, and Scott scores another point, where the ball goes through the goalies' stick's net. I hear Scott growl, as he get's at the goal and scores the winning point, right before time. Everybody cheers and runs onto the field, but Scott is nowhere to be found. Allison sees it too, and before I know it she dissapears into the dressing room. Oh shit no. If Scott's turning, she can't be in there- "ROSE! Rose!" Stiles falls onto me. "Listen! My dad just got a call from the station. The uh, medical examiner looked at the other half of the body we found." Stiles begins and I nod.

"And well, we'll keep it simple. Medial examinar determines killer of girl to be animal, not human. Derek's human, not animal. Derek not killer. Derek let outta jail. And they ID'd the body, it indeed was his sister, Laura Hale." I take a deep breath. "I gotta- I gotta go." I say and Stiles nods as I run off. I get my ass into Derek's car, and make my way to the sherrif's station.

I walk in, and see Derek's getting hus stuff back. I sigh out of relief, and I don't excactely know why. He walks towards me and frowns. "What are you doing hhere?" He asks. "Your car's outside. I just... wanted to check on you." He frowns, he looks surprised. "Rose? Can I talk to you for a second?" Sherrif Stillinski suddenly says. "I'll wait in the car." Derek says so quiet that only I can hear it. "Yeah, sure."

I walk into his office, and lean against the wall. "What is up with you and Derek Hale?" He asks me and I frown. "Not much. We're... friends, I guess. He's helping me out with.. anger issues." The sherrif tilts his head a little. "Okay than, but just.. just be careful, okay? He might not be the killer, but he's... well, you know." I laugh a little and nod. "Sure do Noah. Thanks though." he smiles and nods, as I leave his office. I make my way outside and sit down next to Derek in his car.

"So, how was jail?" I ask casually and we both laugh. "Those two popets of yours really did stab me in the back." I nod. "Yeah... they'll come around. Not so sure about Stiles though." We laugh again. "Thank you." He suddenly says and I frown. "For having my back, looking out for me." I nod. "You have mine, I have yours. That's how it works." He nods and starts the car.

***

"So.. what the hell happened?" Stiles asks when we walk into the school. "I... I don't know. I woke up. Oh gahd, what if I killed her?!" Scott told us about something he might have done last night. He dreamed about killing Allison in a school bus. "I was sweating like crazy, and I couldn't breathe. I never had a dream where I woke up like that before." He says, clearly confused.

"I mean, I've never had a dream that felt that real. And no, don't start Stiles, I know you think it has something to do with me going out with Allison tomorrow, like I'm gonna lose control and rip her throat out." I sigh. "personally I think you're handling this pretty freakin' amazingly. You know, it's not like there's a lycanthropy for beginners class you can take." Stiles says.

"Not a class, but maybe a teacher." Scott says and I smile, I told you would come around. "Who, Derek? You forgetting the part where we got him tossed in jail?" Stiles says. "YeahI know, bbut chasing her to the back of the bus, it felt so real." "How real?" Stiles asks. "Like it actually happened." Scott says and I look at the bus.

"I think it did." Now they look at the bus as well, It's all ripped apart, blood everywhere, it looks like the whole sherrif's department is at it. "She's probaby fine." Stiles says. "She's not answering my texts, Stiles." "It could just be a coincidence, right?" I try. But what if it's not? What if Scott really killed her? Oh God, he will never be able to forgive himself. The guilt will.. kill him. "I- I'll be right back." I walk over to a more quiet place, and diall his number.

"Rose, what's up?" "I think Scott might have killed someone."

***

"Oh." he says when I filled him in. I answer my phone, which is ringing. "Rose! I didn't kill her, she's alive! But- they found our old busdriver. I think it's him who I killed. But I don't remember!" I sigh out of relief. "That's  a good thing, right? Allison is still alive. Look- Scott, I gotta go now, talk to you later, love you."

"I hope he didn't kill someone, the guilt will eat him alive." I sigh. "hey, don't worry. If he remembers... maybe it's something else, you'll never know." he sighs and pulls me against his chest. "Yeah.... you're probably right." I look up at him, ylips very close to his. His fingers slide over my cheeck. "Derek.. we can't-" I bite my lip. "Ah, fuck it." I press my lips against his, and he places his hands on my hips, as I go through his hair. He lifts me up, and not much later I feel being places on his bed. Is this really happening? He takes of my shirt.

Oh, yes it is.