Have you ever woken up DEAD? Well I did... when I was eight years old I woke up in my bed covered in blood. I found my mother, father, and baby sister all dead in their sleep. Soaked in blood. From then on I felt like death. Everyone around me dies...
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THE REF slowly brings the whistle to his lips. Jackson tightens his grip on his stick, teeth clenched down on his mouth guard as the whistle blows. Jackson scoops up the ball before the opposing player even has a chance to blink.
Scott moves fast, darting around the others, getting open for a pass as quickly as he can but Jackson tosses the ball to another teammate.
Slap checks come down hard on Beacon Hills and the ball rolls across the grass, loose for anyone to grab. Scott hurries forward to take it, but Jackson is there first. It's almost like he's stealing the ball from Scott.
Whipping his stick around, Jackson hurls a shot toward the opposing goal. The ball hits the net. The crowd on the bleachers cheers, shouts for Jackson erupting among them.
"That's it Jackson! Get fired up!" Coach shouts.
Luna rolls her eyes at the attention seeking teen boy. From the field, Scott sees Lydia whisper in Allison's ear. Moments later, the two girls reach down and pick up a piece of poster board raising it high above their heads.
The poster reads: We luv u Jackson! From the bench, Stiles gazes up to see Lydia and Allison with the poster over their heads as Luna sits beside them laughing.
"Brutal."
On the field, a fuming Scott stares at it in disbelief.
Stiles stares at Scott grimacing, "This is not going to be good."
The whistle blows yet again, but as fast as Scott moves, the ball never seems to find its way into his pocket. He keeps trying, one play after another. From the bleachers, the disappointment on Melissa McCall's face comes like a punctuation mark to every missed pass, every missed opportunity. But then as Scott adjusts his helmet, he hears something, voices coming into his head. Jackson talks to Danny, the goalie.
'Only to me.'
'But what if he's open?'
Scott holds still, head cocked while finally hearing what Jackson has been whispering to the other players.
'Who's the captain, Danny? You or me?'
'Jackson, come on, dude. I just want to win.'
'We'll win.'
'But--'
'Who's the captain? What. Did. I. Say?'
'Don't pass to McCall.'
Luna sighs seeing Scott standing still on the field, knowing that he was listening in as well.
"Well this isn't good..."
"What's not?"
Luna jumps as Lydia's face pops up beside her, "Um this score. We need to win tonight."
