Coup De Foudre ➵ Allison Argent (1)

Twelve

Allison's POV:

As I continued to watch the game, I couldn't help but worry about Olivia.

She might get hurt and it'll be my fault if she does. I knew I should've gone with her dammit. I'm surprised she isn't even afraid to even face Erica.

I hear my phone ping and I hoped it was from her.

Stiles🔎

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{8:25 p.m.}

The crowd starts cheering again, causing me to look away from my phone.

Boyd starts charging across the field to grab the ball but Scott manages to catch up, using his stick to grab the ball and continue sprinting.

"Go Scott go!" I hear Olivia's mom cheer as Scott dodged every player that tried to tackle him.

He throws the ball as hard as he could and the ball flies past the goalkeeper, making a swish which causes the crowd to cheer.

I smile and clap as I stand up from my spot but then as soon as Scott was about to turn, the same player that's been knocking every person on our team, slams harshly into his body.

As soon as he hit the ground, all I could hear was a snap, causing my eyes to widen.

I quickly run to the field, not even caring if my grandfather saw, and kneel next to him.

"Are you okay?" I worriedly ask, hearing him groan in pain.

"I'm fine, I'm healing. It's okay." He whispers, holding on to his head in pain. "The book."

I turn and see my grandfather was on his way to us. I look down at Scott. "It's not in his office, it has to be at the house."

I look down at see his leg bent in a way it shouldn't be bent. "Scott your leg...Oh my god, your leg is broken."

He grunts and pushes himself off the ground. "Not for long." I help him stand to his feet, hearing his bones snap back into place, but Coach pushes his way through the crowd, along with Melissa, Elizabeth, and my grandfather.

"Don't move!" He orders but it was already too late since Scott fully stood up, limping a bit so it would seem believable.

"I-It's okay, it's okay." Scott chuckles weakly. "I'm fine." He nervously smiles.

"I could've sworn I literally heard bone-breaking from where I sat," Melissa says, worriedly eyeing his leg.

"I'm pretty sure the entire crowd heard it," Elizabeth adds, a look of concern forming on her face.

"Heard it? I felt it." Coach says but Scott shakes his head.

"Seriously guys, I'm fine," Scott assures and I grab my grandfather's arm.

"We should go," I say but he turns to Scott.

"Hold on, I want to ask him one more thing."  He says and I felt my hands begin to sweat.

Olivia, please hurry.

Olivia's POV:

I followed Erica and Stiles to where they held swimming practice and quickly hide behind the pillar.

I take a peek and see Derek standing there, holding a basketball in his hands as Erica releases Stiles to stand beside him.

"Stiles." Derek greets.

"Derek," Stiles mumbles.