Right Place, Right Time // Stiles Stilinski

Chapter 7

Season 1, Episode 2- Second Chance at First Line

The next day...

I was currently sneaking in the boys' locker room without the rest of the lacrosse players knowing or seeing. Stiles and I kept asking ourselves if Scott had apologised to Allison, and since the boys had lacrosse practise again after school like every other day, I'd sneak in with the help from Stiles to see if Scott and Allison had worked things out. Stiles and I swept past the remaining lacrosse players, and whizzed past where Scott was. Stiles and I quickly headed back to a shirtless, and stunned Scott. "Did you apologise to Allison?" Stiles questioned. "Yeah." Scott answered, monotonously. "Is she giving you a second chance or..." I trailed off, awaiting for an answer. "Yeah." Scott answered, his tone of voice continuing to stay monotone. "Yeah, all right. So, everything's good." Stiles beamed in glee, and went to walk over to where his locker was. "No." Scott said, breathlessly. "No?" Stiles and I questioned in perfect unison, as Stiles quickly walked back over and whipped his head around the corner of the wall of lockers. "Remember... the hunters. Her dad is one of 'em." Scott answered, his eyes staring off into space.

"Her dad?" I questioned, as my eyes widened in utter shock. I was supposed to team up with Allison's father to take down the ultimate alpha and for all I know, he could have well been the hunter who shot me in the shoulder with an arrow 2 days ago or so. "Shot me..." Scott said, in surprise. "Allison's father?" Stiles exclaimed. "With a crossbow." Scott added. Scott was shot with an arrow and to be honest, I'm now pretty sure that Mr Argent was the one to shoot me with an arrow. "Allison's father.." Scott cut Stiles off mid sentence. "Yes, her father." Scott yelled at the top of his lungs. "Oh my god. Oh my god." Scott cried out. "No, Scott. Snap back. You okay? Hey, you alright? He didn't recognise you, right?" Stiles questioned, slapping Scott out of his trance. "No. N-no. I don't think so." Scott stuttered out. "Does she know about him?" Stiles questioned, over the top of Scott's voice. "Oh, yeah. I don't know. What if she does? This is gonna kill me, man." Scott cried out in frustration, as Coach's whistle blared off, echoing in my ears. "Okay, just focus on lacrosse. Okay, here, Scott. Take this..." Stiles said, whilst pushing Scott's lacrosse gear in his hands. "And focus on lacrosse for now, okay? That's all you gotta do, yeah?" Stiles finished off. "Lacrosse." Scott said, rather weakly. "Here we go." Stiles said, between the hits he slammed on Scott's shoulder. Stiles turned to walk out of the boys' locker room, but not before almost tripping over. I stifled in my laughter and shook my head, before following his lead.

"Lets go." Coach exclaimed, as he blew his whistle as I sat down on the cold bleachers. "One on one from up top." Coach added. "Jackson... take a long stick today." Coach demanded, as Jackson nodded his head before grabbing a stick that was longer off of the front row of the bleachers. "Atta boy." Coach complimented. Jackson walked onto the field, a smug look upon his face and I knew he was up to something. Coach blew the whistle indicating to start practise. The first player in line swept up the ball in his net on his stick and charged forwards, but unfortunately Jackson forcefully pushed himself into him, forcefully knocking him over, so the player wasn't able to get past the team captain to score a goal. Greenberg, a guy Coach hated on the team, was next but Jackson ended up knocking him over forcefully. I don't know what was Jackson's problem but I know I had a burning hatred for him. "Greenberg, take a lap. Lets go." Coach demanded.

Greenberg went to take a lap, but he was running awfully slow. "Faster, Greenberg." Coach demanded, as he blew into his whistle. "Let's go." Coach said. Scott was up next to try and pass Jackson, but Scott seemed to be out of it. "McCall, what are you waiting for? Let's go." Coach demanded, pointing to where he needed to be running at. Scott blinked himself out of his trance and began to slowly run at Jackson, but unfortunately Jackson knocked him over forcefully, and Scott went flying backwards onto the muddy grass. I winced as he crashed down on the ground as I felt his pain running through my veins. "Hey, McCall. Hey, McCall." Coach chuckled to himself. Coach wasn't very sympathetic and that's one of the things I didn't like about him. The teachers here were very helpful, but usually they're too demanding and strict. The only teacher I actually liked was my english teacher, since he was actually calm and settling. "You sure you still want to be first line, McCall?" Jackson questioned, cockily and smugly. I narrowed my eyes at him, wanting nothing but to punch him across the face till he bled. Scott thankfully got back up on his feet.