The Other McCall ✢ Stilinski | 1

THREE

THREE

Werewolf hunter.

That's what Scott's apparently so-called girlfriend's father is; a hunter. Scott's going out of his freaking mind about it, while I'm sitting on the bench watching Scott's practice, with Stiles, at the lacrosse field.

I was nervous. Scott was nervous, we were both nervous. I cringed as Coach yells at them, and soon Scott was off.

Scott had run into Jackson, and my eyes widen. Scott was doing freaking amazing until he had to run into Jackson. Everyone is going to hate Scott now, great. Everyone assembled to the field, other than me. I sat where I was, blinking rapidly, trying to process what my brother had just done.

Stiles soon pulled me off the bench, and we ran over to Scott, who was bending down. My first thought was—was he changing? He can't be changing. Not now, and I pray, not ever.

"I can't control it, guys, it's happening." Scott stressed out lowly as he spoke to us. Stiles and I looked at each other quickly before I gulped.

"What? Right here? Right now?" Stiles hissed. He began to pull Scott up desperately. "Come on, get up, go!"

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Stiles and I rushed Scott to the boy's locker room and I hoped to God that no one, or that no one comes in.

"Come on, here we go." Stiles told Scott as we all stumble into the boy's room and Scott groans. We all stumble to the floor, and Scott was breathing heavily, using the wall to lean on.

Stiles and I scramble backwards, noticing a slight change in Scott. "Scott, are you okay?" I tried asking, but Scott looked up at us. His fangs appeared, he has glowing eyes, and hair all around his face. This was something I'd never seen before, and it made my eyes widen.

"Get away from me!" Scott yells at us. Taking no time, Stiles and I scoot on the floor, and we both got up, Stiles reaching for my hand which I got and we both put ourselves against the lockers.

Scott had climbed on top of the lockers, and growled at us, my eyes widen even further. "What—" I was cut off, by a loud growl. A loud, animalistic growl. Stiles tugged me away, we tried hiding, but it was clear that Scott knew where we were.

Scott was roaring now, Stiles and I were hiding amongst the lockers, we kept moving. Stiles and I saw Coach's office, and Stiles stumbled in, there was a fire extinguisher. Scott was on the beams, growling at me, Stiles popped out his head.

"Stacey—"

I quickly grabbed the fire extinguisher and I turned it on, blasting it at Scott before he could come near me, he was on the ground now.

"Stacey, Stiles?" Stiles turned the corner, and my back hits the wall as I dropped the fire extinguisher. Thank god it didn't crush my toe. Scott was normal. "What happened?"

Stiles takes off his glove and throws it on the ground. He stands next to me. "You tried to kill me and Stacey," Stiles told Scott. "It's like I've told you before, it's the anger, t's your pulse rising. It's a trigger."

"But that's lacrosse. It's a pretty violent game if you haven't noticed." Scott pointed out.

"Well, it's gonna be a lot more violent if you end up killing someone on the field." I spoke.

"You can't play Saturday, you are going to have to get out of the game." Stiles concluded.

"But I'm first line." Scott tried to protest.

"Not anymore."

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Finishing school, we were finally back home and I walk into Scott's room, and I jumped onto his bed. Scott comes in after, and he frowned at me. I smiled at him.