Scott's Mate (Scott McCall)

Ch. 7

Here's chapter 7!

Edited 02/26/2017
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"Hold him down!" Scott.

"I'm trying to!" Me.

"You're not doing a very good job!" Stiles.

We got cut off as Liam growled in our faces. Even with Scott's and I's Alpha strength combined with Stiles human strength, we were having trouble keeping him under the shower.

"Okay, you calm yet?" Stiles asked.

In return, Liam roared even louder this time. I pushed him back with the help of the two boys. The water poured onto Liam like a waterfall.

"Okay, okay!" Liam yelled. He leaned foward out of the water, Scott, Stiles, and I still having a loose grip on him.

We eventually let go of Liam. He sunk down against the wall holding his head in his hands. Stiles shut the shower off.

"That car you smashed. I thought you said that was your teacher's" Scott exclaimed.

"He was also my coach. He benched me for the entire season" Liam said.

"What the hell did you do?" I asked bewildered.

"I got a couple of red cards" he said like it was nothing. I gawked at him. He must be shittin' me.

"Just a couple?" Stiles asked retorichally. I gave him a 'stop-talking' look. He sighed. Scott bended down, getting eye-level with his beta. I really felt bad for Liam.

"You gotta be honest with us. What else happened?" Scott asked him. Liam seem to have a mental fight with himself.

"Nothing!" I looked at Scott who looked to Stiles who looked at the both of us. We all looked back to Liam who was looking at the ground.

"I got kicked out of School. They sent me to a psychologist for evaluation" Liam told us.

"What did they call it?" Scott asks.

"Intermittent Explosive Disorder" he looked back up to us.

"I.E.D.? You're literally an I.E.D.?" I asked incredulously.

"That's great. Great, you gave your superpowers to a walking time-bomb" Stiles points at Scott sarcastically with a sarcastic smile and a wink. I rolled my eyes in amusement.

"Did they give you anything for it?" I ask.

"Risperdal. It's an antipsychotic"

"Oh, this just gets better" Stiles mutters.

"But I don't take it" Liam says.

"Obviously" Me and Stiles say together.

"I can't play lacrosse on it. It makes me too tired" he exclaims. I sigh and run my hand through my now wet hair.

"I think you should bail out of the game" Scott says.

"Tell Coach your leg is still hurting" I add. Scott looks back at me and nods in agreement.

"No, no!" Liam said standing up quickly. "I can do this. Especially if both of you are there" Liam said looking between Scott and I.

"But, Liam, it's not just about the game" Scott said.

"We think whoever killed Demarco might be on our team"

"Who's Demarco?" He asked.

"The one who brought the beer to the party" Stiles added in. "The guy who was beheaded. Remember?"