WRITTEN: November 7, 2020
EDITED: December 22, 2020
WORD COUNT: 1,340
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Scott's mind was fuzzy and he felt light-headed. Someone's heartbeat pounded loudly in his head. He was having trouble controlling his senses. Dishes cranked around as Scott brought the glass of water to his lips, letting the lukewarm liquid slide down his throat.
"Would you like something else to drink beside water, Scott?" Allison's mother, Victoria, questioned.
Her voice sliced through the atmosphere, making the heartbeat sound decrease.
"Oh..." Scott replied. "No, I'm good. Thanks."
"We can get you some beer?" Argent said, raising his eyebrows as everyone looked at him.
"No, thanks," said Scott.
"Shot of tequila?"
"Dad, really?" Allison said angrily.
"You don't drink, Scott?" Argent proceeded, ignoring his daughter.
"I'm not old enough to," Scott answered.
"That doesn't seem to stop many teenagers," Victoria added.
"No," Scott countered, "but it should."
"Good answer," Kate said as Scott took another sip of water. "A total lie, but well played, Scott. You may yet survive the night."
She smirked over at her brother while taking a bite of her dinner.
"You ever smoke pot?" Argent interrogated, causing Scott's eyes to widen.
"Okay," Kate laughed. "Changing the channel to something a little less conservative. So Scott, Allison tells us you're on the lacrosse team."
He nodded his head as he glanced at a smiling Allison to his left.
"I'm sorry, I don't know anything about that. How do you play?" Kate inquired.
"Um, well, you know hockey?" he asked.
"Mmm-hmm," she hummed.
"It's a lot like that, only played on grass instead of ice."
"Hockey," Argent began, pointing his fork at Scott, "on grass is called field hockey."
Allison narrowed her eyes at her father as Scott hesitantly said: "Oh, yeah."
"So it's like field hockey, except the sticks have nets," Allison explained, smiling even though she was annoyed with the way her father was treating Scott.
"Exactly," Scott said, sending a small smile to Allison, silencing thanking her.
Feeling his phone vibrate in his pocket, Scott pulled it out and opened a new text message from Stiles: Call Me.
"And can you slap check like hockey?" Kate asked.
"Um..." Scott began, bringing his attention back to Kate. "Yeah. But it's only the gloves and the sticks."
"Sounds violent," she noted, smiling. "I like it."
"Scott's amazing, too," Allison raved. "Dad came with me to the first game. Wasn't he good?"
"He was fine," he replied.
"He scored the last shot, the winning shot," she boasted.
"True," Argent interjected. "But he didn't score at all until the last few minutes."
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Teen Wolf | Love. Be Afraid.
Werewolf🐺BOOK 1🐺 Scott McCall just wants to play lacrosse and land a date with beautiful Allison Argent, but a werewolf bite has left him with supernatural powers he can't control. With help from his friend and a mysterious local werewolf, Scott struggle...
