W H I R L W I N D | T. Wolf [1]

s c e n e iii

that part with death threats
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Beacon Hills, California
October 20, 2012

In the two level home that belonged to Melissa McCall, Scott sat on his bed thinking when his mom came in.

"Hey, I'm working late tonight, but I'm taking the day off to see your first game Saturday."

Scott's eyes widened as he shook his head.

"No mom, you can't!"

The woman raised her brow and gave him a look, "I can and I will. Missing one day won't break us... completely.." she then frowned, "Hey, what's wrong with your eyes?" They widened in panic before she continued, "You look like you haven't slept in days!"

The boy breathed our a relieved sigh, shrugging. "It's nothing. I'm just stressed."

Melissa nodded unconvinced. "Just stressed? Nothing else?"

"Homework." Scott answered swiftly.

Melissa frowned deeper. "I mean, it's not like you're on drugs or anything.. right?"

Scott raised a brow, "Right now?"

This caused Melissa to gave him a glare, a deep breath being heard as she spat out, "Right now?! I'm sorry, what do you mean right now?! Have you ever taken drugs?"

Scott countered back with an innocent smirk, "Have you?"

The woman was silent a moment before she stood up, "Get some sleep." Was all she said before bolting out the door, leaving her son to scoff out a chuckle.

Across town, the Hale siblings talked about their next move.

"So you're just gonna bombard the kid in his own room?" Sommer asked Derek with attitude.

The man nodded confidently before pulling on his jacket, his little sister rolling her eyes.

"And you want me there because?"

Derek didn't look at her as he pulled out his keys, his sunglasses on, though it was dark out already. "You look more trustworthy and less dangerous."

"Please. You don't look dangerous."

Derek finally looked over at her and gave Sommer a slightly offended look.

She shrugged, "Sorry. But it's true."

"Let's just go.." Was all the man grumbled before pulling her out of the house.

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While Scott was in the bathroom, the Hale siblings decided to sneak into his room.

Derek took the corner behind his door while Sommer decided the closet was a good place to be.

They could hear Scott's computer ring, the boy answering to see Stiles holding a fake gun in his hand, shooting as Scott's face appeared.

Sommer rolled her eyes.

"What'd you find out?" Scott asked unfazed as Stiles collected himself.

"Well, it's bad.." he began, watching Scott's face tense up.

"How bad?" The boy asked him with an edge in his voice as Sommer wondered what they were taking about.

Derek seemed to know what happened as Stiles continuing. "Jackson's got a separated shoulder."

Scott cringed. "Because of me?"

Stiles scoffed, "No. Because he's a tool."

Sommer couldn't help but agree.

She'd seen the way the kid carried himself and treated people through the couple days she'd been following Scott.

She didn't like the kid.

Scott ignored the comment and sighed, "Is he playing on Saturday?"

"Well," Stiles began, biting the inside of his cheek. "They don't know yet.. Now they're counting on you for Saturday."

"Great." Scott groaned while his best friend leaned forward to look closer on the screen.

As Stiles began typing, the screen started to freeze.

"It looks like" was all that read.

Scott frowned, "It looks like what?"

The screen then froze completely making Scott growl and smack the side, "Come on, damn it!"

Sommer held in a chuckle at his annoyance while her brother began inching forward, the words finally popping up on the screen.

"Someone's behind you."

Scott frowned again and zoomed in to where stiles was looking, the face of Derek Hale coming into view before he was grabbed by the back of the neck, pinning him to the wall.

Sommer rolled her eyes at her brothers bluntness before hearing Derek spit out, "I saw you on the field."

Scott stuttered, "Wh-What are you talking about?"

"You shifted in front of them! If they find out what you are, about me. If they find out about all of us-"

Sommer decided to come out of her hiding spot and cleared her throat to get their attention, Scott's eyes widening even more upon her entrance.

"It's not just the hunters that'll be after us. It'll be everyone." She finished for Derek, eyeing the boy carefully.

Scott frowned again. "But they didn't see anything! I-I swear!"

Derek tightened his grip a bit on the boy, giving him the famous Hale glare, "And they won't. Because if you even try to play in that game Saturday; I'm gonna kill you myself." He hissed before letting him go, leaving the room completely.

Sommer rolled her eyes at his dramatics before nodding toward the shaken boy, "Don't be stupid, Scott." Was all she said before vanishing, leaving the boy to himself, thinking about his impending death..