*Scott's POV*
*Monday, one day until the full moon*
"Come in!" Coach screamed from the inside of his office. I still couldn't believe I was doing this, but it's the right thing to do.
I opened the door to find him looking over some papers in concentration.
"Um, couch. I have something to tell you."
His head jerked up and he looked confused and angry. Which was his expression almost everyday.
"McCall, you better not be in here to tell me, that you can't play the game tomorrow cause I'm not having it!" He stood up and walked around his desk and was now leaning on it in front of me.
"No! Well, Yes." God please help me.
"Why?"
"I've been having some issues with, with... the bite." You idiot.
"I thought that thing healed the next day."
"No, it didn't. It got worse, I'm running a sever fever." I then faked a cough.
He gave me the stink eye and then out of nowhere he slapped the back of my head.
"Ow! You aren't suppose to do that."
"Suppose to do what?"
"You just-"
"Scott, I'm not going to let you miss out on your first game as team captain. If you can't do that simple job, then you're out. As simple as that."
"Then I guess I'm not cut out for the job coach." I let my head fall to the ground, I wanted to cry.
That stupid bite tuck everything from me!
"McCall, I will drop your grade down so low not even Satan will find it. You're playing and that's final."
I felt shocked that he would even mention Satan in this discussion. He must be serious. I knew I shouldn't play no matter what. Maybe I could fake an injury or something.
"Coach, I really can't pla-"
"Satan Scott. Not even Satan."
I felt my cheeks redden and I started to sweat. Don't do it Scott, don't do it.
"Okay I'll play."
*Stiles POV*
I spotted Scott walking out of Coach's Office and I ran to him. I dropped my arm around his shoulders and gave him a cold look.
"Did you do it?" I asked seriously.
"Yeah," he said in a sad tone.
"And?"
"He didn't let me!" He tuck my arm off of his shoulders and put his hands in his pockets while he looked at the ground. I thought he would be happy to play even if he could potentially kill everything he saw.
"What do you mean he didn't let you!? Scott you can't play!"
"He said he would drop my grade in Economics so low that not even Satan would find it! Stiles nothing goes lower than Satan! Plus he would put me back on the bench for the whole season."
I stopped walking and tuck a moment to savor his words into my brain.
"Satan?"
*Stiles POV*
*later that day*
The bell rang and school was finally out. The thing is, so was Scott.
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The Gift
FanfictionBrenda is a regular teenage girl. She doesn't fit in so well, her mother is never around, she only has three best friends, and she has the ability to slide into other people's memories or so she thinks that what she can do. She has never heard of he...
