Beyond Bruised (Scisaac)

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Third person
"Where do i start?" Scott anticipated as stiles continues his homework. "Well he helped me get over Allison, he's really nice and he even offered to take me and my friends bowling"

Stiles pinches at the rambling boy as he rants. "Scott I'm trying to work over here... wait a second, your friends? What other friends?" The jealousy was leaking out of stiles vocals as he stared into Scotts dark brown eyes with unease.

"Calm down stiles I was talking about you and Lydia's clique" Scott embraced his worried friend momentarily.

"Y-Yea. of Course I knew that. Obviously." Stiles reassured Scott of his new found friend, hugging him back harder. "I'll come, if your there."

"You mean you'll come if Lydia's there"
Scott was right, stiles adored Lydia. It was heart breaking to see stiles never get noticed by the girl he's liked since third grade. The girl he loved.

"Nah My minds made up about Lydia and it's definitely a nope, I just don't need to handle a sex obsessed teen drama queen" stiles stops to look at Scott not even listening to anything he had said prier to total embarrassment.

"Yea carry on Scott I'm not here" Scotts smile sat staring down at a picture of him and Isaac from earlier. "Scott stop drooling over your phone and help me with this! Scott. SCOTT!"

"Wow dude calm down I was just.. j-jus-"

"Forget about it Scott I have to go, or my dads gunna flip" stiles huffed, picking up his bag, shoving it over his shoulder and left, leaving Scott in silence.
Alone.

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Third person
The air was murky and clearly cold whereas the lights that blur down upon the artificial grass and hormonal teen boys, reassures the unclear situation.
First lacrosse practice before tryouts.
Everyone was ready to wave a stick about and claim abrupt popularity but not everyone was ready for first line. Though the range and size of the team where at random coach still pushed and pushed. "You girls need to learn to plug it up and move on. Now get up Greenberg and go taunt some other recovering addict with your stupidity.

"Sir I don't think I can play, I'm not ready" the boy pleaded as he noticed a fluffy haired Scott McCall enter the field with his skinny sidekick.

"I will decide if your ready or not, Now steady yourself lahey your going to shoot into the goal while whittemore is gunna try and stop ya. GOT IT!"

"Yes coach" Isaac whimpered, getting into position.

It was faster than Isaac had anticipated. He walked up and into position and ran for the shot only to be suddenly jammed underneath a bulky Jackson . . .

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First person - Scott
The ground was wet, observing Isaacs body weight as he tried to push Jackson off of his fragile body.
In shock, I run over to him, cupping his face in my hands as he winces in pain.

"Isaac forget about the pain, focus on my voice. I'm going to lift you off the floor in three, two, o-" Isaacs groans of pain break my heart as I place him over my shoulder and take him towards stiles.

"Stilinski help McCall get Lahey patched up, Make it fast practice isn't negotiable, Now HURRY!"

Isaacs hand brushes by ass, grabbing the hem of my jersey for support, while stiles runs ahead and grabs the first aid box from coaches grubby office. Finally we're alone. I set the fluffy light haired boy on a bench, sitting in front of him seconds later.

"Thanks for sending that photo yesterday, you look amaz- we look good" Scott stutters at butterflies rise and explore his stomach. "I know it's not a good time bu-"

"Found it! It's like a maze in there like wow how is he even a teacher I don't know" stiles gloats opening the box, letting Scott rub antibiotic cream on the cuts sitting on Isaac's face and legs.

Stiles had walked off to tell coach that me and Isaac won't be practicing for today. I lace my hand on Isaacs hip pushing him into a position where I can reach his face properly. The fair haired boy winces again in my arms making the butterfly's speed up there adventure.

"A-are you ok? It's your side isn't it"
Isaac nods slightly as I finish my sentence, pulling up how shirt to reveal a bruise running from his pelvis to his armpit.

"Who did this?" I demanded

"It just happened. What are you saying?" Isaac suddenly rose to his own defence.

"Those aren't new! look at the coloring"
The brownish green tinged bruise sat just on the surface of the skin above his left rib cage.

"You know you can tell me anything right" Scott generously helped Isaac up only to be pushed back and into a locker.

"Don't assume you know me you fag, back off unless you want your nose in pieces" all the dancing butterfly's died at that moment, leaving Scott to process as the now pissed off boy limped out of the locker room and into the school hallways.

"I'm sorry Isaac!"

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