The Other Argent

Scott Knows

Chapter 2

The day of the full moon. Allison and I agreed to drive Lydia to school. I know this is going to be awkward because everyone in the school knows about her running around the woods naked so this is going to be fun. God I use sarcasm to much I'm turning into a bad ass version of Stiles and that is a scary thought.

 "So you really don't remember anything?" I ask as we walk up the steps to school.

"They called it a fugue state, which is basically a way of saying, 'We have no idea why you can't remember running through the woods naked for two days.' But personally, I don't care. I lost nine pounds." Lydia replies her normal happy facade staying in place after trauma.

"Are you ready for this?" Allison questions. 

"Please. It's not like my aunts a serial killer." Lydia comments her usual filter being of no use.

I give Lydia a glare. While Allison gives her a look of shock.

 We walk in behind Lydia, who marches in confidently as ever and everyone turns to look at us. 

"Take a picture it will last longer. But not to many then you'll be a stalker." I snap with an annoyed glare.

  "Maybe it's the nine pounds." Allison whispers.

 I look over at Allison. "May I go now?" I whisper. She rolls her eyes but nods.

"Thank you." I mutter. Lydia holds her head up high and struts into school. I roll my eyes but walk away and I head out to the lacrosse field.

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 "There's another werewolf?" I ask exasperated while looking between the teen wolf and the spaz  we all sit on the bench.

"Yeah but I couldn't tell who it is." Scott replies.  

"What if you could get him one-on-one? Would the help?" Stiles asks. 

"Yeah." Scott responds.

 "Okay. I think I have a idea." Stiles says and then runs up to Coach. Stiles comes running back with goalie equipment. "I told coach you're switching with Danny." 

"But I hate playing goal." Scott points out.

"Remember when I said I had an idea? This is the idea." 

"Oh."

 "There we go." I mutter.

 "What's the idea?" Scott asks.

I face palm. I flick him in the ear. "You can get them one-on-one if you're the goalie." I state.

"I seriously don't understand how you survive without me sometimes." Stiles states.

"I know how, when you're absent I'm usually the one helping." I point out.

 Coach blows the whistle "Let's go! Line it up!"

Scott gets in the goal then number 18 runs to score and Scott tackles him to the ground and sniffs him. Oh my God Scott. Me because I am me start recording this he is going to want to remember this. Well I am anyway. And he keeps doing this. Jackson gets out of line and sits on the bench

"Argent!" Coach calls and I get up off the bleachers and walk over . Coach grabs Stiles by his helmet bars. "What the hell is wrong with your friend?" Coach demands. Stiles and I share a look.

 "He's failing two classes." I start.

 "He's a little socially awkward." Stiles adds.

  "And if you look close enough his jaw line's a little uneven." Stiles and I say together in unison.