Running With The Wolves (A Teen Wolf Fan Fiction)

Chapter 20 - Unpreventable

Stiles and Cole drove to school together in Stiles' car and when they got there they saw Scott talking to Coach. "Come on coach! I'm fast doesn't that count for anything?" Scott complained.

"Doesn't matter, they're are fast players that can actually play," Coach rolled his eyes.

"Coach you know I can learn and pick up the skill, Cole said he would teach me," Scott tried convincing the coach.

"Fine, you can come to practice. If I don't like what I see you're off the team got it?" Coach said and Scott hugged him really tightly.

"Thanks coach!" Scott said and walked away.

"Soccer list is up?" Cole asked.

"Yeah, Stiles you actually made it," Scott laughed.

"Why is everyone so surprised I'm not that bad," Stiles complained. They went to look at the list and the starting line up was up along with the players who were going to start on the bench. Cole was starting on the left wing and was the captain. Stiles was on the right wing. Scott was penciled in to start on the bench. Danny was the starting goal keeper, but none of their other friends made it. The list also said that there is practice after school.

After practice coach handed out their schedule, "First game is tomorrow so be ready! I'll get your jerseys for you tomorrow," Coach said and the boys left the field. Stiles and Cole got into the car when something crossed his mind.

"Won't Peter just go after Scott if he's on the team?" Cole asked.

"Why would you say that?" Stiles asked.

"Peter doesn't care about going after me as much as he cares about going after Scott. If he had to choose between me and him, he'd choose Scott," Cole said.

"I don't think Peter knows he's on the team," Stiles said. "Scott will most likely sit on the bench."

"What do you think he's going to do?" Cole asked.

"Well we just assumed that he would do something at an away game. But he might feel confident and do something in front of everyone. I don't even know if he knows we know," Stiles explained. "It doesn't matter either way we're ready. Do you think you can try to see something? Look in my eyes, I'm going to be there right?"

"I guess," Cole replied as Stiles pulled into their drive way. He stopped the car and turned to face Cole and Cole looked into his eyes. He felt the same rush of pain in his head and he was in Stiles perspective on the field. Stiles was in the 18 yard box on the right side. Cole was on the left side of the field with the ball outside of the 18 yard box he pulled a move and deaked out the defender marking him and crossed the ball into the box Stiles made contact with the ball and headed the ball in the top right corner of the net. Stiles was celebrating and then he looked over to the left side of the field to celebrate with Cole, Cole ran toward Stiles but stopped and screamed as he fell to the floor. The ref and Cole's team mates ran toward him and found him with a knife in his back and the vision came to an end.

"Well damn," Cole said and got out of the car.

"What happened?" Stiles shouted as he got out of the car.

"It doesn't matter I don't see anyway of preventing it. I didn't see Peter and all I saw was a knife go into my back from somewhere in the crowd."

"But what if we get someone in the crowd?" Stiles said.

"Peter wasn't there," Cole shook his head. "How will we know who to go after?"

"What field was it?" Stiles asked.

"It looked like ours, the other team was wearing black jerseys," Cole informed him.

"I have no idea what team that is," Stiles said and unlocked the door to the house.

"I told you, there's no way of preventing it." Cole said.

"What side of the field were you on?" Stiles asked.

"I was on the left side," Cole said and realized what Stiles was getting at. "No, there's noway I'm switching sides with you. There's no way I'm risking you getting stabbed,"

"If I'm on that side he may not even throw it because he's not going to see you," Stiles said.

"Yeah but if he hired someone he's going to be looking for the guy on the left side. He's not going to know who it is," Cole rebuttled, "it doesn't matter I'm not risking you getting hurt for me."