The Strawberry Blonde~~Lydia Martin

1.4.2

Werewolves were real! Everything I looked up about werewolves, Scott can do. I remember Stiles telling me that one time how Scott used to suck at lacrosse until he suddenly got really good. Now, I might be jumping to conclusions, but I had a plan. What better way to find out then follow him, right?

I took a rain check on my date. The problem was, Scott was staying for dinner and now I was stuck at this awkward family dinner too. I notice Scott keep taking sips of his water. He looked nervous. I continue to eat as I watch him carefully. "Would you like something to drink besides water, Scott?" Mom asks. Mom and Dad were both sat on the end. Allison and Scott sat on one side and Kate and I sat across from them.

"Oh...No, I'm good. Thanks" Scott says, going to take yet another drink of water. Typical nervous habit people have. When you're drinking, people will be less likely to talk to you. "Can we get you some beer?" Dad offers and Scott gives him a confused look while Allison just gives him a look. Dad looks at him expectantly.

"N-No, thanks" he stutters nervously. "Shot of tequila?" "Dad? Really?" Allison asks in disbelief. "You don't drink, Scott?" Dad ignores Allison. "I'm not old enough to" Scott shrugs. "That doesn't seem to stop many teenagers" Mom comments. "No, but it should." Scott tells her, going to get another drink of water. How much did he need to drink? Seriously.

"Good answer. Total lie, but well played, Scott. You might yet survive the night" Kate jokes. "You ever smoke pot?" Dad suddenly asks and Scott chokes on his drink as I roll my eyes. He wouldn't have if he didn't keep drinking from his drink. "Okay, changing the channel to something a little less conservative" Kate chuckles.

"So, Scott, Allison tells us you're on the lacrosse team with my niece. I'm sorry. I don't know anything about that" Kate brings up as Scott nods. "How do you play?" She wonders. "Um, well, you know hockey?" Scott asks. "It's a lot like that, only, um, played on grass instead of ice" Scott explains. Dad was about to speak up but I lean forward, beating him to it.

"That's called field hockey" I inform him. "Oh" He says as Allison sighs. "So it's like field hockey, except the sticks have nets." Allison adds, sending Scott a smile. "Exactly" Scott nods. His phone chimes and he looks down at it. "And can you slap check like in hockey?" Kate wonders. "Um...yeah, but it's only the gloves and sticks" He explains and I nod in agreement as he goes to get another drink.

"Sounds violent. I can see why you like it" Kate comments, smiling over at me as I shrug. "Scott's amazing. Dad came with me to the first game. Wasn't he good?" Allison asks. "He was fine. Not as good as Alex" He shrugs, sending me a smile. "He scored the last shot, the winning shot" Allison explains. "True, but Alex assisted that shot and he didn't score at all until the last few minutes." Dad brings up.

"His last shot ripped a hole through the goalie's net. It was incredible." Allison explains, grabbing her own drink as she continues to brag about Scott while her lacrosse playing sister was right here. "Yeah, well, I think the goalie was probably playing with a defective stick, so..." Dad trails off. Allison puts her glass back down in annoyance. "No, no, Dad. It was a pretty good shot" I say before turning to look back at Scott.

"But, it'd definitely take a lot of force and strength to do it. So, Scott, how did you do it?" I wonder suspiciously. I could tell I was making him nervous. If he got this nervous over a question then he must be hiding something. Something big. "I-I just took the shot" He shrugs. "Hmm" I hum, nodding my head. "You know, on second thought, um...I think I'll take that shot of tequila" Scott jokes.

Everyone starts laughing, minus me, who was still looking over Scott suspiciously. Though, no one noticed. "You were kidding, right?" Dad makes sure. "Yeah" Scott laughs. Scott makes up an excuse to use the bathroom. I quickly finish my drink. "I'm gonna go refill my water" I tell them. I get up and refill my water. I stand near the kitchen doorway that leads into the hallway, listening to him talk on the phone. Of course, I could only hear his side of the conversation but he has to give away something, right?