Series Rewrite (A Teen Wolf Fanfiction) Continued

Superposition Pt 1

I sat on the grass of the lacrosse field, watching Scott and Liam practice some shots. It was pretty late. The sun had already gone down, but Scott insisted that Liam needed some work. I wasn't sure why considering Liam was almost better than he was, but I didn't say anything.

The cool breeze mixed with the warm air relaxed me as I curled my blanket around my shoulders. I was still cold these days, and though I remembered why I'd become so cold and that I used to be warm, I couldn't remember what gave me warmth.

"Did you feel that?" Scott stopped suddenly, looking behind him as he stood in front of the net.

"Feel what?" Liam said, twisting his lacrosse stick in his hand. Scott looked to me in question and I shrugged, having no clue what he was talking about.

"I thought I heard something. Forget it. Alright, let's keep going." Scott threw the ball to Liam, who caught it easily. He was sweaty and little tired.

"Or we could call it," Liam said.

"We gotta work on your back shots. They suck."

"What are you talking about?"

"Your back shots. Which suck," Scott snarked. Liam's lips pulled downwards, competitiveness making him irked. Rolling his eyes, he tossed the ball over his shoulder. It easily glided past Scott and into the net.

"Booo!" I heckled. "You can do better than that."

"Says the girl wrapped in a blanket," Liam retorted, picking up another ball in his stick.

"Low blow. Just shoot the ball, moron." I laughed when Liam shot me a wink and sent another ball flying over his shoulder into the net. Despite how hard Scott tried to catch the balls, they always made it past him and into the net. "Scott, I thought you said his back shots sucked?"

"I must've been thinking of someone else," Scott said, his brows pinched.

"Yeah," Liam said. "Maybe someone else who should be captain." The lights illuminating the field went off one by one, telling us that we were done practicing for the night.

"Well, guess we have to go now," I said, heaving a pretend sigh. I was actually ready to get back home.

Scott just smiled. "No, we don't." His eyes flashed red and I tongued my cheek, sitting back down since it was clear this was going to be a long practice.

I entertained myself by heckling my boys throughout the practice, and it kept up the laughter, so I don't think they were too bothered by it. That is, until Liam threw in a shot that I called pathetic and his smile died completely.

"What's wrong?" Scott asked.

"Something is happening to Mason." Liam dropped his gear and darted off towards the school. It took a second after Scott and I glanced at each other for us to follow him to the library. We walked inside, and Corey and Mason came charging at us with a chair and a fire hydrant. They stopped swinging just before they hit us, and all of us sighed with relief simultaneously.

"They were here. The Ghost Riders," Mason panted.

"Here? Just now?" I asked.

"I thought they left when the storm left," Liam said, and I nodded because I sure as hell thought that, too. Why were they still here?

"I guess not because two of them were right up there." Mason gestured to the second floor balcony.

"What were they doing?" Scott said.

"We didn't see when they came in. We only saw when we turned invisible."

Liam's anger spiked as he looked at Corey. "You brought him into this?" I grabbed Liam's hand before he could launch for Corey's throat and his heart almost instantly started to calm.

"He was trying to protect me," Mason defended.

"Uh, they didn't seem to care about us. Th-they walked right by us," Corey stuttered innocently. I didn't know why Liam had such a beef with this kid because I really liked him, even when he had been on Theo's side for a while.

"Then what happened?" I asked. Corey and Mason didn't know how to answer, so they were quiet for a minute as they glanced at each other.

Finally, Mason said, "Uh, then they just jumped down and left." I narrowed my eyes at him. I wasn't sure he was telling us the whole story, and my bet was that it was because he was trying to protect Corey.

"That's it?" Liam asked, and Corey nodded.

"They didn't take someone? There was nobody else in here?" Scott clarified.

"No, it was just us," Corey answered. I stared them down for a minute, waiting to see if they'd spill whatever it was they weren't saying, but when they didn't crack, I let it slide.

"Alright. You guys should get home. Get some sleep. I'll see you tomorrow." I waved them goodbye before pulling Scott and Liam out with me. Liam brought his car, so he just had to pack up his stuff and go, but Scott was my ride home, so he had to come with me. I was ready for some sleep.

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Scott sat on his bed staring at his lacrosse stick with a thoughtful look in his eyes. He was wearing nothing but a pair of sweats and his hair was still wet from his shower. I leaned against the frame of his door and smiled at him, my arms crossed over my chest. I was in my own pajamas—a pair of shorts and a tanktop.

Scott smiled back at me, setting his stick down on the floor. I walked up to him, climbing onto his lap. I bit my lip as he squeezed my hips, his lips cocking up at one side. My fingers threaded through his soft hair. Leaning down, my lips connected with his softly, and he was quick to take control of my mouth.

His lips were all he let me have at first, but he eased his tongue into my mouth after a few minutes. His hand came up to cup my chin so he could kiss and lick anywhere on my mouth that he wanted, his warm tongue prodding against mine as something else of his prodded my core. His hands slid up the back of my shirt, gently digging his fingertips into the skin of my back as he moved his lips to my neck. My hips dragged against his while he bucked up gently, getting us both worked up. With my eyes closed and the wonderful feeling zinging through my nerves, I saw a different man than the one I was kissing. His hand slid from my back to my chest, squeezing my breast and flicking over my nipple as he used his other arm to pull me down harder onto his growing member. A feeling slammed into my gut, screaming at me, 'WRONG. WRONG, THIS IS SO WRONG.'

Scott's lips moved further down my neck, on their way to my chest and a queasy feeling set in. I quickly climbed off of Scott and crossed my arms in an attempt to feel less exposed. Scott was my boyfriend, so why did this feel wrong?

"You okay, babe?" Scott asked, standing up to place his hands on my upper arms.

"Yeah, just, uh... I just got a little nauseous, is all." I waved him off as if it was nothing.

"Do you need some medicine? Do you feel like you're gunna throw up?"

"No, I'll be alright. I-It's passing. Thanks, though."

He started to nod but stopped midway when his eyes caught on something behind me. He moved to his cork board, staring at the blank square space where a picture used to be. A tack dug itself into the bottom of his foot and he groaned, bending over to pull it out.

"Oh, here." I bent to pick up the fallen photo and gave it to him. On it was me, him, Lydia, and Malia, the candid that Sydney had taken. My face was pinched in bliss as Scott kissed my cheek. There was a space between me and Lydia big enough for another body to fit, and I wondered why she had sat so far away. Something in the back of my head told me someone was supposed to be there, and the more I thought about that, the sadder I got.

I pulled Scott away from the photo, not wanting to feel that feeling anymore, and laid down in bed with him, letting him pull me tight between his arms. It wasn't the most comfortable sleeping positions for me, but I didn't move to change it. This was just how it was and how it always would be.