Limerence

Chapter 1.5

The next morning I was rudely awoken to CeCe blasting Pink Floyd and jumping around my room pulling clothes on. "Jesus christ CeCe. Go back to fucking sleep."

"No can do Carson. We have school today and I know for a fact that you want to get to school early today to talk to Stiles about whatever is going on with Scott." She dragged me out of bed lecturing me as she went. She started applying makeup to my face while I scrunch my slightly tamed natural waves. Grabbing the heated up curling iron and popping in a few more waves, I was practically ready. I slipped on my glasses and grabbed my outfit that was already planned out. We both stripped and threw our clothes that I had picked out for us on not even caring about one another being in the room. I guess thats the thing about having a best friend; you don't care if they see your misshapen left titty.

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School was a bore per usual. Sitting in Harris' class was pure torture(no surprise). The only upside was that the boys had lacrosse after school. CeCe and I had went to talk to Stiles this morning about the situation at hand but he was nowhere to be found. Scott, my brother, was a werewolf. Scott didn't want to believe it. Hell, I didn't want to believe it. I mean it didn't make any sense. This entire situation was going to be nothing but trouble. CeCe and I walked out to the lacrosse field to watch the boys with their next tryouts. "So you and Stiles really think Scott is a werewolf?"

"Well, Stiles is sold on the idea. I, on the other hand, am having a much harder time distinguishing if he is or isn't. I mean look at him C." I said pointing to Scott on the field throwing ball after ball into the net. "He sucked before school started. You wouldn't know because you never came with us to practice, but I am telling you. He sucked literal ass. I had never seen someone who was as bad at lacrosse than him. Even I could throw a ball better than him and I don't truly play lacrosse. And after he suddenly gets bit by a random something in the woods and can suddenly play lacrosse better than Jackson Whittemore, team captain and your cousin, I honestly don't know what to think." I told her being as blunt as I dared. Which was a lot. I glanced down to the field to see Stiles run over to Scott and start arguing with him. I scrunched my eyebrows in confusion at the two boys as Scott ran out onto the field, starting warm ups with the rest of the team. They suddenly run off the field into a circle and get pumped up. Scott waved up towards us and I smiled and waved back. Coach proceeded to snap at Scott making me snicker. Idiot.

Scott ran out onto the field as Allison slid onto the bleacher next to us. That must of been what he was looking at. I turned and smiled at the girl next to me then glanced back out to the field. Scott was running down the field dodging players left and right as Jackson ran after him. Three players made a wall that Scott simply jumped and flipped over them. He made it look easy. There was no way in hell that this person was my normal dorky brother. He was not himself.

"McCall! Get over here! What in God's name was that? This is a lacrosse field. What, are you trying out for the gymnastics team?" Coach yelled at Scott. "No, coach." "What the hell was that?" Coach continued to hound on Scott.

"I don't know. I - just trying to make the shot." Scott managed to get out to him.

"Yeah, well, you made the shot. And guess what? You're startin', buddy. You made first line. Come on!" Coach yelled slapping him on the back. Scott broke out in a huge grin. CeCe and I jumped to our feet screaming in joy.

"YEA SCOTTY BOY!" I screamed out to the boy on the field even though he could probably hear me.

"Yea Scott!" CeCe yelled nearly matching my volume.