𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 [ 𝟏 ]

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 ☾

*Edited 05/09/20*

I pulled Scott aside before he went inside the change room, eager to talk to him. I haven't told him about the recent encounter with the alpha and the fact that I might be turning into a werewolf. "What I'm going to tell you might sound crazy and at first I didn't believe it," I told him while he looked at me skeptically. "The night you were at the school, I had a dream that I was in the woods. I was being chased by the alpha and he bit me. I didn't know when to tell you because of the whole Allison thing but I--I... I don't know what to do," I confessed to him. 

"The full moons tonight, you're on your own," He sneered before walking away. I stared at him in disbelief, completely bewildered by the fact that he wasn't going to try and help me. Still pissed off, I walked into the change room and towards Coach, picking the clipboard off of a bench. 

"All right, geniuses, listen up!" Coach exclaimed as I passed him the clipboard, "Due to the recent pink-eye epidemic-- thank you, Greenberg-- the following people have made first-line on a probationary basis-- emphasis on the word "probationary." He flipped the page and started to call out names.

"Rodrigez... Taylor..." He looked at the list and frowned.

"Oh, for the love of crap, I can't even read my writing." He focused on the list, "What is that an 's?' No, no, that's not an 's.' That's a, that's a, that's a 'b.' It's definitely a 'b.'" He leaned away and continued to call out names. "Uh, Rodriguez, Taylor, and, uh... Bilinski." I watched as Stiles shot up in his seat, starting to clap loudly for himself.

"Bilinski," I laughed.

"Yes,"

"Shut up!" Coach cut in and he sat back down on the bench. "Another thing-- from here on out, immediately, we're switching to co-captains. Congratulations, McCall!"

"What ?" Jackson spat as he looked between Coach and Scott.

"What do you mean, 'what?' Jackson, this takes nothing away from you. This is about combining separate strengths into one unit. This is about taking your unit, McCall's unit... we're making one big unit. McCall, it's you and Jackson now! Everybody else? Asses on the field!" When nobody moved Coach looked at me and walked into his room.

"Asses on the field," I told them and they all got up and strode out of the changeroom.

"Dude, can you believe this?" Stiles told Scott as I walked over to them. "You're a captain, I'm first-line. I'm first-freaking-line!" I patted both of them on the back before lightly pushing them towards the door.

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I moved an empty lacrosse bag out of the way before grabbing the sack filled with extra lacrosse balls. I locked the Coaches office and walked out of the locker room. As I walked down the hall towards the field, I could see Scott walking out of a room, casually trying to fix his hair. While calling his name, I watched as Lydia walked out, casually, after him and my heart dropped. 

Does Stiles know? 

This was the only thought that ran through my mind as I rushed down to the field. I could see Scott and Stiles talking before Scott walked towards the rest of the team."What's up?" I asked as I stopped next to Stiles, when he didn't respond, I sighed. 

We both walked towards the team and I dumped the extra balls onto the ground. "Alright boys, line up and show me what you got! Henderson, Preston, grab the long sticks," Two boys ran by me and grabbed two sticks from the bag before getting into their starting positions on defense.