The Other McCall

Chapter 3

I decided not to go to Scott and Stiles' lacrosse practice today, deciding that I wanted to go home and work on homework. But I didn't get much done, because I fell asleep. But I woke up when I heard a thump on my wall, making me fall out of bed. I got up and groaned, walking out of my room and knocking on Scott's door. "Scott? You alright?" I asked, still a little drowsy from my nap. I heard nothing for a minute before Scott opened the door, his eyes wide and scared. "What happened?" I asked him as I stepped into his room, looking around.

"It was Derek Hale. He was here." My eyes went wide as I looked to his open window. Rushing over, I shut it and locked it.

"What did he want?" I asked but I wasn't sure I wanted an answer. But he told me. He told me everything from Allison's dad being the hunter who shot him, to Derek threatening him that he couldn't play in tomorrow's lacrosse game. I knew how much he loved lacrosse, but Derek was right. If Scott couldn't control his aggression, he shouldn't play. Despite him not being happy with my decision to side with Derek, he knew I was right. I was always right.

When Scott got home the next day from school, he was fuming. He had apparently gone to Derek Hale's house but something happened while he was there, which is why he called Stiles immediately. So when I opened the door for Stiles, I wasn't surprised when he ran upstairs without even saying hello. I just chuckled and rolled my eyes. "What did you find? How did you find it? Where did you find it? And, yes, I've had a lot of Adderall, so..." I smiled as Scott rolled his eyes at Stiles.

"I found something at Derek Hale's." Scott told him, which made Stiles weirdly excited.

"Are you kidding? What?" Scott continued to retrieve his net that Derek had ripped up.

"There's something buried there. I could smell blood." Scott told the two of us. It was still a little weird hearing my brother talk about all this. I wasn't really used to all this werewolf talk.

"That's awesome!" Stiles shouted out, making both me and Scott look up at him, my eyebrows raised. "I mean, that's terrible. Whose blood?" I shook my head.

"I don't know. But when we do, your dad nails Derek for the murder. And then you help me figure out how to play lacrosse without changing. Because there's no way I'm not playing that game." I sighed, but was willing to help Scott. If he could control his aggression, he could play. The three of us nodded before Scott led us out of the house.

When we got to the hospital, I nudged Scott, showing him that the morgue was through the door right next to me. He nodded as Stiles wished him luck. Scott opened the door and slid inside, without being seen. Then Stiles and I walked to the waiting area, where we saw Lydia. She smiled and waved at me, and I could feel Stiles get nervous. I moved to sit next to her, and Stiles tried to regain his cool. I looked up at Stiles trying not to laugh as he came over to Lydia. "Hey, Lydia. You probably don't remember me. Um, I sit behind you in biology. Uh, anyway, I always thought that we just had this kind of connection. Unspoken, of course. Maybe it'd be kind of cool to, get to know each other a little better." I looked over at Lydia, seeing a smile on her face, making my brows furrow. Was she actually paying attention to this? Then she took out her Bluetooth earbud and smiled up at Stiles.

"Yeah, I didn't get any of what you just said. Is it worth repeating?" Stiles looked down at me and then back to Lydia, shaking his head.

"No. Sorry. I'll just sit. You don't care." I laughed, waving goodbye to Lydia as I sat down next to Stiles around the corner.

"That was bad." I laughed, looking over at him. He rolled his eyes and pushed my shoulder.

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