The Other Martin •STYLES STILINSKI• /DISCONTINUED/

CONTROL

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     "Go SCOTT!" I scream from the stands, Allison screams from beside as he scores.
     "He's really good." She smiles at me, her dimples on full display. Shes so pretty, and unbelievably nice. Perfect for Scott.
     "He used to suck. Like really bad." I tell her as I laugh. Remembering how horrible he was.
     "How did he get good?" I think for a minute, a smirk finding it's way onto my lips.
     "It was like it happened over night."

     Danny's on the floor, hunching over himself, Everybody's crowding him.
     "Everybody loves Danny, now everybody's gonna hate you." Styles yells at Scott, pushing him a little. Scott's jaw is clenched, he's losing control. His eyes flash for a second, stiles doesn't see it but I do. I feel myself begin to panic, if anybody sees him like this were going to have a huge problem on our hands.
     "Scott come on. Let's go get you cooled off." I tell him, grabbing his arm and pushing him toward the doors. He doesn't budge, which irritates me. Like- alot.
     "Scott come on!" I yell, getting annoyed. I won't lose control, I have to take care of Scott. I have to control it. I clench my fists, my newfound claws digging into my palms. The pain calms me, but it's not enough. I walk away, Stiles protesting, but I keep walking. I don't want to hurt him, so I start running. Bursting the doors open, I never felt this before, a wanting so strong. A killing sensation.
     "EL! Wait, what's wrong!" He caught up to me, turning me to face him, my eyes shining a bright yellow.
     "I thought I could control it, Stiles I can't control it. I don't want to hurt you." I tell him, putting my hands in front of me to push him away. Even with my werewolf strength, I can't push him away, I could never push him away. 
     "El you won't hurt me." He mumbles pulling me into his chest. God I love him. The thought shocks me. I love Stiles Stilinski.
     "You won't hurt me." He says as he presses his lips to mine, out tongues dancing together. He pushes me against the locker, his hands grabbing my waist as mine grab onto his neck.
     "El? Jeez! What are you doing!" Lydia yells, starring at us wide eyed.
     "Ugh?" I don't know what to say, my hands are still around his neck, his on my hips.
     "You told me you were- why would you lie to me?" She says, looking heartbroken.
     "I was when I told you." I say, disconnecting myself from Styles, defending my truth.
     "What do you mean?" There are tears in her eyes, why is she crying over this. It's not that big of a deal.
     "I don't see how my sex life is any of your business." I say rolling my eyes, Styles takes my hand, as if to tell me to calm down.
     "So you just told me you were a virgin so I would believe you didn't sleep with my boyfriend?" She says crossing her arms, an angry expression on her face. I look at Styles, slight attitude in my voice.
     "Styles, when we had sex the other day, was I a virgin?" I ask him as his eyes pop out, a blush forming on his cheeks.
     "Y-Yeah, I mean I think so. I- god why are you asking me?" He raises a brow at me, clearly embarrassed.
     "Was it awkward? Was she in pain? Cuz I need to know if my sister was sleeping with my boyfriend!" She has tears in her eyes.
     "No it wasnt awkward. But yes, she was in pain." He's really uncomfortable, Lydia has tears on her face. She comes up to me, at first I think she's going to slap me, but she hugs me.
     "Lydia." I mutter, she just shushes me.
     "I'm sorry I've been such a bitch. I've always envied you, the way you and Scott are like siblings. The fact that you and styles are made for each other." She sobs onto me.
     "It's ok."