Upside down.

6.

"Again Derek Hale, again?!" He was dressed as "normal" in the leather jacket and a pair of black jeans. Then it hit me; I was dressed in shorts and T-shirt, and it was cold. Really cold.

"What were you going to do in the woods?"

"Nothing, run only." I answered and crossed my arms over my chest.

"Run, this late? With a full-moon coming up?"

"Yeah, why not?"

"Full-moon, you dumb ass."

"Yes, why not? What's wrong with the full-moon?" I was tired of him not telling me what's going on.

"So you are telling me that one of the best detectives around here, yes I have checked your room, have not figured out what's going on?"

"Hey, I'm not that good." I didn't know how to take it that he had been here more than once.

"You're a werewolf." He said it while he looked at my eyes. Werewolves doesn't exist. The statement were so weird that my sarcasm kicked in. the one I use when someone is bullying me or if I just hate someone.

"Yeah, of course, and you're one too of course. No, wait, I know what you are; a sourwolf. Yes you're a sourwolf."

"No. You're a werewolf and I'm a werewolf and the thing that sneak around in the woods are a werewolf too. And if you get bitten by one you turn into one too. If you don't die."

He stared into my eyes and for a moment the silence was very awkward. Then his eyes shifted color to a very intense blue one. No human eye should be able to take that kind of color.

He relaxed and rolled his shoulders.

"So, do you believe me now?"

"Maybe a little. So what now, I'm like turning into a wolf this weekend because of the moon, or what?" I was so confused that I almost exploded.

"Not into a full wolf but turn will you do. And you will have no control over your bloodthirst."

"Bloodthirst?!" I almost fell to the ground by the word blood.

"Yes, that's why I recommend coming to my place Friday night. You got to need someone to control you and as long as I can see, Scott isn't really that strong, right?"

With those words he left me. He literally just walked away from me. I realized that his black car had been parked down the road the whole evening. He jumped in and started the engine. Then he drove off and left me in a cloud of dust.

The following days were no stranger than usual. Allison sat with us at the lunches and Lydia was with Jackson. Often.

I felt confused and didn't talk much. Sometimes Scott asked me if I was okay. I answered that I was only tired, but the truth is that I have in some weird way been turned into a werewolf. How could I be okay? Would I ever get rid of the feeling that something was wrong?

Friday was getting closer and closer and at the lunch on the Thursday I asked Scott if he could cover up for me if I skipped the match.

"Dude, you're the star-player now. You can't just 'skip a match'. The team needs you."

He stared at my eyes. His brown shifted from the left to the right and then back again. I started to get nervous.

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing. For a second, your eyes looked yellow."

I looked down in my knee and then up at Allison. She had this look on her face. I wasn't sure about what it was. Then she got very interested in her food.

"Please. There's something very important I need to do." I looked back at Scott.

"What? What is so important that you need to skip the first match?"

"I can't tell you right now. Trust me, it will be a disaster if I don't."

"No. I won't help you. The team needs you, I can't do that to them. You just have to find someone other to cover for you." And with that words he left me and Allison.

"I'm sorry, Stiles." She said and went after Scott. I was lonely.

Maybe I'll just not show up at the game and talk to coach next week. Or what is telling me that what Derek said is the truth. Maybe he just made it up to keep my mind off the case. But why would my and his eyes change color if it wasn't the truth. Maybe I should get to his place tomorrow night to find out what's going on. But then I would need to get permission to leave the game and then we are back on square one, again. All of this is so confusing.

I could maybe try to talk to coach and tell him I can't play.

The day went on. More classes and a mountain of homework that they expect me to do.

When I came home that night dad wasn't home. He was probably working over with the case.

I ate and went to bed early. My eyes didn't change color when I looked in the mirror. They were normal the whole evening. 

"What do you mean 'you can't play', Stilinksi?" coach looked at me with anger in his eyes and I looked down. It was the next morning and I had went to school earlier to talk to coach.

"I mean that I have to go to this... um, this funeral. My granny died recently and my dad is broken. I think this might help him to move on."

Now his face was more suspicious than angry.

"Okay, but I don't believe you."

"What?! I'm here, telling you that my grandmother is dead and you just don't believe me?"

"No, I don't believe you because you're a horrible liar and you're coming to the game."

I walked out of his office and out in the boy's locker-room. I stood in the room, staring at the wall when it happened. My body started to feel weird. Like sick but not really sick. And the feeling grew bigger.

I ran into the showers and lay down on the floor. Technically, nothing was wrong with me but this feeling, it was like I wanted to throw up or crawl out of my skin. Or both. I felt so bad. Just wanted it to stop. Tears started to stream down my cheeks and make my sight blurry. I felt sad. About nothing and everything. I'm so pathetic. I can't even figure out what's wrong with me. How would I ever be able to work at the FBI or something?

Suddenly I became so angry. I don't care about coach, he can't control my life. It's my life and I decide what to do with it. I got up and walked to the door of his office with the feeling still there but not so big anymore.

"You can't control my life!" I almost screamed while ripping the door open.

"Hey, Stilinski, what's wrong with you?"

"You are trying to control me but, you know what? I'm not coming tonight. Tell the others that."

I almost ran out of the room and out in the hall. I couldn't get out fast enough. I didn't know what that was but I might know what had caused it.

The bell rang and all the students went to their classrooms. I went to my locker to get my books and then I started walking towards the English-classroom.