Savior Stiles Stilinski book 1

Second Chance at First Line

*Disclaimer* I don't own Teen Wolf, sadly. But I do own a black cat, like 50 necklaces and like 5000 insecurities.

When Scott got home I was waiting in his room for him. I needed to know he was okay, which he was. He just looked shaken up.

"Scott? What happened?" I asked after a few seconds.

"Hunters."

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I was leaning against Stiles jeep while we waited for Scott. He looked really out of it. Like he was distant. Not really himself. I hadn't talked to him much since the other night, and because I see Bree every Monday I wasn't in school yesterday.

"Did you apologize to Allison?" I asked.

"Yea." He said dully.

"So is she giving you a second chance or..?" Stiles asked.

"Yea." His answer had little to no enthusiasm in it, at all.

"Yea! Alright, so everything's good!" Stiles said walking to the school. They had lacrosse practice in a little while so they had to go to the locker room.

"No," Scott said as I began walking away. He was leaning against the jeep now. The word caused me and Stiles to stop and walk back over to him.

"No.?" Stiles and I asked at the same time. That was becoming a habit for us.

"Remember.. the hunters.? Her dad is one of them." Scott said, he sounded defeated.

"Her dad?" I asked.

"Shot me.." Scott began.

"Allison's father!?" Stiles interrupted.

"With a crossbow." He finished ignoring Stiles.

"Allison's fath-" This time Stiles was cut off by Scott.

"YES, HER FATHER!" He yelled. "Oh my god, oh my god." He added, his breathing becoming rushed.

"No, no! Scott! Come on! Snap out of it! Okay! He, he didn't recognize you right?" Stiles said hitting his friend softly in the face a few times.

"N-no. No, no. I don't think so."

"Does she know about him?" I asked. The question caused Scott's eyes to bulge and I heard his heartbeat quicken. Again.

"I..I don't know. What if she does?" Scott was cut off by coach Finnstock blowing his whistle. "She's gonna kill me, man. I can't" Scott finished.

"Just focus on lacrosse. Here Scott take this. Take this. Just focus on lacrosse for now. Okay? That's all you gotta do. Yea! HERE. WE GO."
Stiles then handed Scott his own bag. I couldn't help but laugh at him.
"Stiles, that's your bag." I laughed.
"Oh right... here." Stiles said taking his bag from Scott and giving him his bag which was on the ground by their feet. The boys then went to the locker room. And I went to the field.

I wasn't really paying attention to the practice. My mind was somewhere else. I couldn't stop thinking about Stiles. I had a crush on him and it was growing every day. Every time I'm around him I feel it getting deeper. The way he held me all those times. The way he wiped my tears away. The way he said my name. My thought process was disturbed by Coach yelling at Scott.

"My..my grandmother can move faster than that and she's dead. You think you can move faster than the lifeless corpse of my dead grandmother?" The coach's insult pissed even me off, so what Scott was feeling must have been even worse.

"Yes, Coach," Scott said with determination in his eyes. His golden eyes. Oh god. This isn't good. This isn't good at all.

"I can't hear you!"