Newly Bitten // Teen Wolf

Chapter 8

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"What do you think Derek's gonna do to Stiles?" I asked Boyd as we sat on the bleachers. I blew hot air into my hands to keep them warm in the cold weather. The game was about to start, Scott had already arrived so we were waiting for Allison to arrive. Boyd shrugged next to me, "I don't think Derek will hurt him but no telling what Erica will do. She is Erica." I laughed at my best friend's comment turning my head to see Jackson, Matt, and Danny sitting on the bench.

Curiosity got the best of me and I listened in to their conversation.

 Jackson looked at Matt rudely before he looked back to Danny. "What the hell is this? Dude, I thought I could trust you-" Jackson started but Matt rolled his eyes cutting him off. "Relax, it's my camera, okay. He just needed to ask me some questions."

Danny smiled and patted Matt's shoulder, "Matt's the one who found it anyway."

Jackson looked between them with panic. "Found what?" Matt pulled out his tablet and pulled it up pointing at it. "There" he said as the video played. "There what?" he snapped observing the video.

"It's an edit point. It's been looped. Two hours worth."

"What does that mean?"

"That means there's two hours of footage. Missing."

Missing? Why is it missing?

The conversation ended as the first line players took the field. Then this huge player on the other team walked on. He was giant, taller than Isaac and bigger than Boyd. That says something.

The game began a few minutes later, and we began losing right away. The huge guy, who I found out was called "the Abomination," was just running everyone over, literally. I was wondering why Scott wasn't doing anything but the I realized, Allison's grandpa is here. If he sees Scott, he's dead.

 Coach asked me to come down and help with the wounded players. I had helped with Jackson's injuries before so he knew I could help. I was currently helping an injured player, Kyle was his name, to an ambulance. "Thank you for helping me" he mumbled limping on his hurt foot. When he was hit he hurt his leg and most likely got a concussion judging by his slurring words and unfocused eyes.

"No problem Kyle" I smiled and he leaned on me more getting closer to my face. Thank god for my newly found strength or else I wouldn't be able to hold him up. I laughed at him and we finally made it to the ambulance. I set him down to sit on the back of it as we waited for the paramedics. He didn't let go of me though and instead pulled me closer.

"You're very pretty" he said and a blush crept onto my face. "Thank you" I mumbled and tried to pull away again. He leaned forward though and pressed his lips to mine. My eyes widened and I pulled away quickly wiping my mouth before grabbing his shirt and yanking him forward. "Ever do that again, your foot and head won't be the only thing hurt."

I heard the paramedics coming so I released him and turned to face them. "His foot was crushed under the other player and he hit his head pretty hard. I think he fractured his ankle and has a minor concussion." With that I stomped off completely pissed. That was until I heard him talk again. "What a bitch." I dug my nails into my arm to not turn back and pounce on him.

Who does he think he is? He can't just go around kissing girls. I grumbled some very colorful words to myself but stopped when I saw the coach having a total meltdown. "Where's Stilinski? Where's Stilinski?"