Uncertainty - Stiles Stilinski [1]

three

No sight of Stiles or Scott. Both were gone. Where the hell were they?

Allison's father was a werewolf hunter. The same hunter who shot Scott with a crossbow.

I could't find them. Neither on the floor, in class or at lunch. It's like they were MIA. I took my phone out and texted Stiles that I needed to talk to both of them.

"At Scott's locker."

Scott's locker. Where the hell was his locker. Great Stiles. I've got four minutes left to find his locker and tell Scott that the hunter from last night was Allison's father. Couldn't life be easier for me. Or Scott.

I saw Stiles and the end of the hall talking to Scott. I tapped on Stiles shoulder and took a deep breath.

"You alright?" Stiles asked me.

"Yeah but-"

Great. The bell rang.

"I have to tell you somethi-"

"We gotta go, Amber. Coach won't be so happy if we're late" Scott informed me and walk ahead. Stiles following him.

"But! Scott!" I shouted. "Talk to you later" he replied.

"Allison's father is the hunter!" I said to myself while they disappeared.

I bit on my lips and decided to watch their practice. Noting better than ninety minutes of aggressive boys running on a field. I made my way to the bleachers and climbed on top. I really need to find more friends.

The boys were already on the field and Jackson took everyone down who came near the goal. If he did that to Scott, it wouldn't end well. Not at all. Scott wasn't able to control himself. Not yet.

Scott was next. He took the ball and ran towards Jackson. And to my bad, Jackson took him down.

"My grandmother can move faster than that and she's dead! You think you can move faster than the body of my dead grandmother?!" Coach screamed across the field.

I could hear Scott's heartbeat. It was beating like crazy. This wasn't good.

"Yes Coach!"

"Then do it again! McCall is gonna do it again!" Coach shouted and Scott started again. This time he hit Jackson. Both of them fell on the ground. Jackson seemed to be hurt while Scott was on his knees, breathing heavily.

"Oh my god. Not now. Not here" I mumbled while getting off the bleachers and running towards Scott. Everyone else surrounded Jackson. Stiles was right beside Scott a few feet away from the rest of the team.

"I can't control it. It's happening!" Scott said.

"What? Right here? Now? Come on, get up!" Stiles demanded and helped his friend up. I followed them. Stiles ran across the field towards the locker room. I ran after them but stopped when I saw Derek standing near the field. His gaze was following Scott and Stiles. I tried to ignore Derek and followed Stiles into the locker room.

"Come on. Here we go" Stiles said while walking into the locker room. Scott took off his gloves and leaned himself against a wall.

"Scott you okay?" I asked.

"GET AWAY FROM ME!" he shouted and showed us his glowing eyes and fangs.

Stiles stumbled backwards and I took his arm, since he had his gloves still on I couldn't get a grip of his hand. We hid behind the lockers but Scott jumped on top of them and growled. Stiles ran away and took me with him. He jumped over a bench and ran towards the door. I, however fell over the bench and landed on my side.