Our Little Secret- Scalia [ COMPLETE]

Scotts PoV

"You can sniff them out right?" Stiles shouts over the crowds of people, filling the seats at the lacrosse field,

"Yeah, I can smell werewolves and Hugo Boss," I sniff around, I points over to to boys looking for a seat at the far left of the stands,

"Told you so," he smirks, walking over to them, I puts his hand infront of his chest, stopping him from going any further,

"Wait, Are we just gonna... go up to them?" I raise an eyebrow,

"Uh yeah," he scoffs, walking up to them, we walk the other side of the seats so we can talk to them through the railings, when we get I yell: "hey,"

Jackson is directly next to the rails, Isaac the other side, Jackson turns around and his face drops when he sees me, he nudges Isaac who looks down and they both share a look of disgust, "hello McCall," Jackson hisses,

"Can we have a talk with you?"

"Are you gonna fight us? Because I'm really not in the mood," Jackson sighs, avoiding eye contact with me but I grab his arm so he is facing us, "God what the hell do you want?" Jackson snaps,

"We want to talk to you, now come with us or it will get messy," I order, Jackson and Isaac sigh and climb over the railings and jump down so they are on the floor with us. "Follow me,"

The boys follow us to some empty benches under the seating. As soon as they sit down I slap both of them round the face, they get up to fight back but I hold them down, "you deserved that!"

"What the hell were you thinking Peter is a murderer!" Stiles exclaims sitting down on the bench opposite them, I join him on the bench,

"Says you," Isaac scoffs, "yeah I know about Donavon," Stiles' face drops and sinks into his chair, he is lost for words,

"What happened to Allison?" Jackson asks,

"Stiles killed her too," Isaac sighs, looking down at his hands,

"Not, that.... that was the Oni," Stiles stutters,

"But if you didn't let that thing in your head she'd still be alive," he says, Jackson frowns, Stiles tilts his head up at the ceiling so he doesn't cry,

"Don't listen to them Stiles they're just trying to get in your head," I say, nudging Stiles,

"No I'm not I'm just answering his question,"

"What the hell happened to the Isaac I knew, the nice Isaac who was my friend?!" I shout,

"Stiles killed him that night too," Isaac shouts back. So thats why Isaac is acting like this, since Allison died he must have lost every bit of humanity he had left in him. And Jackson? He was always a dick he probably saw the first opportunity of power he could and seized it.

"Now..." Isaac leans forward, "give us the werecoyote or you will be responsible for more deaths," he stands up and storms back to the stands, I grab their arms stopping them.

"Just tell us what your doing with Peter you both know how evil he is," I say, gripping onto both of them so they don't go,

"He gave us a home McCall!" Jackson snaps, "the least we could do is help him!"

"Bye helping him kidnap his own daughter? Are you hearing yourself right now?" Stiles snaps back,

"He wanted a werecoyote in his pack so we are gonna help him, now hand her over!" Jackson yells,

"You will have to get through me first," I growl, my eyes glowing with anger,

Jackson rolls his eyes, "you have an hour to hand her over or we will come for her and not think twice about killing anyone in our way, now get your hands off me," he wriggles his arm out of my grip and they walk off,

"Well, we're fucked," I sigh, holding onto to Stiles shoulder, watching them walk back to the seats,