Teen Wolf | Love. Be Afraid.

CHAPTER EIGHT| The Plan

WRITTEN:  March 3, 2018
EDITED:  October 8, 2018
WORD COUNT:  1,819

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I walked into my room, setting my bag and lacrosse stick on the floor.  Flopping onto my bed, I buried my face into the covers.  This is going to be harder than I thought.  Someone knocked on the door.  I turned my head in that direction, seeing my mom standing in the doorway wearing her scrubs.

    "Hey.  Late shift again for me.  But I am taking Saturday off to see you first game," she said.

    "No, Mom, you can't," I replied.

    "Oh, no, I can and I will," she shot back, walking into my room.  "Come on, one shift isn't going to break us.  Not completely."

    She looked at me, confused.  "Hey, what's wrong with your eyes?"

    I lifted my head off the bed quickly.  You've got to be kidding me.  They can't be glowing right now.  I sat up.

    "You look like you haven't slept in days."

    I mentally sighed.  "Uh, it's nothing  I'm just stressed," I replied.

    "Just stress?  Nothing else?"

    "Homework," I mumbled.

    "I mean, it's not you're on drugs or anything, right?" she chuckled.

    I raised my eyebrows.  "Right now?"

    "'Right now?'" she quoted me.  "I'm sorry, what do you mean 'Right now'?  Have you ever taken drugs?"

    "Have you?" I raised my eyebrows again.

    She opened her mouth then closed it.  "Get some sleep," she said, walking out of the room.

    I sighed, laying down again.  My laptop rang.  I walked to my
desk, sitting down and looking at the screen, seeing Stiles's name.  I pressed the green button.  The back of Stiles's head showed up.  He turned around, pointing a green plastic gun at the screen.  The tip of it lighted up as it made noises.  Stiles lowered the gun,  smiling in amusement.  I rubbed my eyes.

    "What'd you find out?" I asked.

    "Well, it's bad.  Jackson's got a separated shoulder," Stiles replied.

    "Because of me?"  Even though Jackson's an ass, I still felt bad.

    "Because he's a tool."

    "But is he gonna play?"

    "Oh, they don't know yet.  Now they're just counting on you for Saturday," he stated.

    I sighed.  Stiles furrowed his eyebrows, looking closely at his screen.

    "What?" I questioned.

    The screen started to glitch, making Stiles's movements lagged.  A text box popped up on the screen saying It looks like...  The screen froze.

    "It looks like what?" I asked, starting to tap on random keys.  "Come on, damn it."

    Another text box popped up saying ...someone's behind you.

    "What?" I mumbled.  Stiles started to move again as I clicked on my camera screen to see what Stiles saw.  I saw a dark silhouette standing behind me.  I turned around, the person coming at me.  I gasped as he pulled me out of my chair and pushed me against the wall, smashing my face against it.