Limerence

Chapter 2

I struggled waking up to go back to school the next couple of days. From Scott dragging me out into the woods, to Stiles having me throw the lacrosse ball back and forth, and we clearly can't forget the fact that my brother is a werewolf. I was exhausted and it took a toll on me. I woke up to Stiles gently shaking my shoulder. He placed a hand on my head, running his fingers through my hair only to be stopped by a large matted mass. It was good while it lasted.

"Umph." I groaned, throwing the pillow over my head and letting out an even longer and louder groan. Stiles chuckled before pulling the pillow off of my head and smiling.

"Sorry Carse. No can do. You need to go to school today. Then, you can come home right after school. You don't have to come to practice." I looked up at him through my knotted hair and huffed, throwing off my sheets and scrambling for my glasses as he laughed.

"Get out. Let me change you pervert." I growled at him shoving his snickering face towards the door. I slipped into my clothes that I had already laid out, threw my hair into a ponytail, and put a small amount of makeup on. If I didn't have a clue about what was going on with Scott, I would say that for once I actually felt normal. I rushed downstairs planting a kiss on my mothers cheek and running out the door to Stiles' car who was bringing me to school. Scott left in the early morning after he woke me up and had never came back. Stiles was my backup plan if Scott didn't come through. Knowing Scott he was going to be late. Again.

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"Let's go! One - on - one from up top! Jackson - Take a long stick today. Atta boy. That's how you do it! Greenberg, take a lap. Let's go. Faster, Greenberg! Let's go. McCall, what are you waiting for? Let's go. Hey, McCall. Hey, McCall!" Coach shouted at the players yet again at practice as the veins in his neck and forehead stuck out prominently. Not wanting to miss out on the action, I stayed after to watch practice. Scott looked like he was giving up as he ran at Jackson, slammed into him, then crumpled to the ground.

"Great. Jackson on long stick. They are so screwed." CeCe complained and cringed as Scott ran into the jock.

"Did you seriously give Jackson a compliment?" I asked her in mock shock. She couldn't stand her cousin in any way shape or form. She rolled her eyes as we both turned back to the field. Jackson murmured something to Scott causing Scott to stand up and walk back towards the line of boys.

"My - my grandmother can move faster than that. And she's dead. You think you can move faster than the - lifeless corpse of my dead grandmother?" Coach daunted Scott. "I can't hear you." He shouted back at Scott when he whispered an answer.

"Yes, coach." Scott spoke up this time louder for us to hear.

"Then do it again. McCall's gonna do it again! McCall's gonna do it again! Let's go!" Coach shouted. "Woah, Woah woah woah woah." Scott plowed into Jackson causing him to crumple to the ground clutching his shoulder in pain. I felt a dull sting in my shoulder as he fell. I could feel that pain. Stiles started to talk to Scott peaking my interest. I moved down a row closer to the field, CeCe following me. "C, stay here." I told my best friend who was concerned for the boy. The two boys talked a little more and suddenly ran off the field. I sprinted after them, my best friend trailing after me.

CeCe and I flew into the locker room after the two boys to hear Scott roar out at Stiles. "Get away from me!" I grabbed her hand and slid behind Stiles in the locker room.

"Carson? CeCe? No, you guys have to get out of here." Stiles flailed when we heard a sudden thud. I looked up slowly pointing to where Scott was on top of the lockers. Stiles pushed his way in front of us making sure to shield us from my adoptive brother who was currently sporting a not so fun beard and glow sticks for eyes.