Protect || Stiles Stilinski DISCONTINUED

Protect || Chapter Eight

          The next night, Katarina and Annie were stood on the side of the lacrosse field, watching the teams warm up and keeping an eye out for anything weird.  Namely, anything with yellow reptile eyes and scaly skin.  The game would begin in less than five minutes, and Coach Finstock was anxiously bouncing on the balls of his feet as he examined the other team dressed in black and gold.

          Stiles and Scott joined them on the sidelines.  Kat's eyes narrowed as she glanced over at them, looking Stiles up and down. "Why aren't you suited up?"

          Stiles shrugged, "I never play.  Besides, that's not our priority tonight."

          Kat shook her head, "I've seen our records against this school, we get creamed every time and need as many players as possible.  Go suit up before Coach gets on both our asses.  He's already stressed about playing this team."

          A final whistle blew, and suddenly both teams were taking their positions on the field.  Annie sat beside Stiles on the bench as Kat stood near Coach Finstock, her eyes darting between the game and her clipboard and her pen furiously tapping on the metal clip.  The game was barely started when one of their players, number nine, was knocked out by number forty-two on the other team.

          "Come on!  Is that thing even a teenager!" Coach Finstock shouted.  Kat looked at the large player.  The guy was at least six and a half feet tall and probably weighed close to 300 pounds.  Number nine would be lucky if he escaped without any broken bones. "I wanna see a birth certificate!"

          Coach went and sat beside Stiles, Kat trailing behind and sitting beside Annie, who was on the other side of the Stilinski boy.  Coach was close to shouting, "Who, or what is that genetic experiment gone wrong?"

          "Eddie Obomowitz, coach," Stiles said.  Kat scanned her roster of the other team.

          "They call him "The Obomination"," Kat snorted. "Even says so on the roster."

          Coach grumbled, "Whatever."

          He left to stand on the edge of the field again just as Eddie Obomowitz plowed through two more of their players.  Coach threw in the two players on the bench as Stiles and Annie went to grab the keys to Gerard Argent's office from Allison (Scott had found out that he might have a bestiary that would help them figure out what the newest shapeshifter was).  There were no players left to sub until Kat found number eight standing near Melissa.  She started towards them, scrambling to find his name before she reached them.

          "Matt." Kat sharply said, "Where have you been?  

          "Forgot my camera." He said, holding up his Canon camera as if it would justify his reason for not being on the bench.

          "Is it going to help you play?" Kat snapped, "Go, bench, now.  And give me that camera."

          She yanked the camera out of his hand and tucked it under her arm as Matt passed her, glancing back at her strangely as he left.  Melissa chuckled, reaching up and rubbing Kat's back. "Lighten up, kiddo.  At least you're not the one on the field against that giant, right?"

          Kat sighed, "Yeah, I guess.  Coach would not calm down this week, he's stressing me out." She glanced down at the camera, finding a picture of Allison still on the screen. "Hmph, that's weird."

          "What's weird?" Melissa asked, looking up at Kat with her brows furrowed.

          "Did Matt tell you what he usually photographed by any chance?  He's kind of notorious for that, loves to brag."