1.02 Second Chance At First Line

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 "Wake up sleeping beauty." I sing song, barging into Derek's room. "The sun is up, the sky is clear-"

My voice cuts short and the air gets caught in my throat when I see Derek's laid out position. His torso is sticking out from the blankets allowing me a full view of his perfectly carved abs. following his body lower I can see the top of a defined V line peeking out and leaving lots to the imagination.

"What time is it?" Derek grunts his words almost indistinguishable despite my enhanced hearing.

The sound of his husky morning voice knocks me out of my thoughts and sends a pleasurable tingle down my spine. "It's 8am. And before you complain yes we need to get up. Our little werewolf friend has a lacrosse training session this morning. I thought it would be a good idea to be there in case he loses control."

"Ugh five more minutes."

Spinning around I take a step towards the door way. "Nope now come on. Coffee and bacon await you downstairs so hop to it chisel chest." Immediately I feel the urge to smash my head through a wall repeatedly until I die.

Picking up my pace I all but sprint to the kitchen not bothering to hide my blush on the way down. Hoping he didn't catch my slip up I grab my coffee mug and bring it to my face.

"Chisel chest?" I hear as the man himself walks into the kitchen. "I won't complain about that name."

Spitting my coffee straight back into my cup in embarrassment I cough awkwardly and avoid eye contact. "Shut up Hale."

An hour later the two of us settle next to the bleachers ready to intervene at any second. Seeing Scott line up again after being knocked down, we share a look of worry. This isn't going to end well. Watching with baited breath we observe as Scott runs up ramming into another guy in uniform...and knocking him down easily

When the other kid doesn't get straight up again I stare keenly at Scott and see that he is mid transformation. Just as I'm about to step forwards Derek's right hand grabs my arm and the other points and Stiles helping Scott to his feet.

Having seen enough to know Scott will be a liability if he plays again Derek and I take our leave and plot how we're going to handle the situation from this point onwards.

Later that evening Derek and I are situated under Scott's window waiting for him to finish his conversation with Melissa. Something about drugs and her shift at the hospital but what really caught my attention was the mention of a Lacrosse game coming up this weekend.

After a few more seconds we hear Melissa's footsteps fade away followed by the ringing of I'm guessing Scott's laptop. The ringtone stops and is sequenced by the sound of a toy gun and Scott's tired voice.

"What'd you find out?"

"Well it's bad." I'm pretty sure this voice belongs to his cute dorky friend Stiles. "Jackson's got a separated shoulder." That must be the name of the person Scott hit.

"Because of me?" Scott whines.

"Because he's a tool." I let out a quite snort at Stiles' proclamation, stifling it with my hand so that Scott doesn't hear. Derek gazes at me in a chiding manner but I just innocently shrug at him, knowing that he too is amused.

"But is he gonna play?"

"Oh, they don't know yet. Now they're just counting on you for Saturday."

Scott lets out a sigh and I take this as my cue to vault through the open window followed closely by Derek. Knowing that the dark haired wolf was staying back a bit I decide it would be fun to mess with Scott so I crouch behind his chair, waiting for the right moment to strike.

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