Uniquely Normal

Second Chance at First Line

I walked into the locker room with Stiles, not really caring about the looks I was getting from the other boys. I couldn't find Allison, so I assumed she went home and wasn't staying for lacrosse practice. Coach has seen me in the locker room multiple times last year, so he didn't really care as he knew I was only friends with Stiles and Scott.

We found Scott shirtless up against the lockers, and Stiles talked to him while he got his gear on.

"Did you apologize to Allison?" He asked.

"Yeah" Scott said softly, staring off at nothing in front of him.

"Well, did she forgive you?" I asked him.

"Yeah" he repeated, in the same tone.

"Great! So everything's good now!" Stiles exclaimed, going back to digging around his locker.

"No" Scott said suddenly.

"What do you mean?" I asked him.

"Remember the hunters?"

"Yeah, what about them?" Stiles questioned.

"Her Dad is one of them." Scott deadpanned.

I stood there for a moment taking this in.

"Allison's Dad..." I spoke slowly.

"Shot me..." Scott mumbled.

"Her father?" Stiles questioned.

"With a crossbow..." Scott finished.

Stiles stood still, thinking. "Allison's father-"

"Yes, her FATHER!" Scott yelled angrily before he began to panic.

"Oh my gosh..."

"Scott, Scott, hey, snap back." Stiles said frantically trying to get his friend to refocus.

"Aw this is gonna kill me man." Scott whined.

"Hey, Scott. You can worry about this later, okay? But right now, you need to play." I say to him sternly while pushing his lacrosse stick into his chest.

"Ok" he said quietly, and Stiles led him out of the locker room, looking back at me once before heading out the door.

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Needless to say, Scott wasn't doing so well during practice. He kept getting hit and losing his balance. Even from my spot on the bleachers, I could tell he was getting agitated. I started to chew my nails, remembering how Stiles said that a rise in impulse can cause him to change.

In the middle of practice, Scott made a hard dash towards Jackson. When they collided, I heard a snap so loud that I may have even felt it. Both of them feel in the grass, and while the rest of the team and Coach crowded around Jackson, Stiles went to Scott.

They stood up quickly and started to run away, and one panicked look from Stiles told me that Scott was changing, so I ran off of the bleachers and followed close behind them.

When we got to the locker room, Scott sat on one of the benches and glared at us.

"Get away from me!" Scott yelled.

I gasped when his eyes turned from a dark brown to a bright yellow, fangs growing at the corners of his mouth.

Stiles stood protectively in front of me, guarding my body with his right arm extended, slightly pushing me back.