Ambitchous (Deputy Parrish)(DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 11

Just then, Gerard came in and started talking to us.

"Now, I'm your principal but I'm also a fan. So don't think I'll be content to watch you merely beat this team. Get out there and murder them." Gerard looked Scott, then me. His voice is oddly familiar.

"You heard the man. Assess on the field!" Everyone cheered.

I listened in to Scott and Coach's conversation. Scott is on the bench for tonight because he's failing three classes. This is going to be bad.
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I looked to my left to see Stiles beside me on the field. Due to Scott being out, I had to take his place on the field.

"You're not on the bench. Why are you not on the bench?" I asked him.

"I'm in for Greenberg." Stiles smiled widely.

Oh Jesus.

I heard Sheriff Stilinski yell, "My son and daughter are on the field."

"Oh, dear God." Stiles mumbled.

The referee blew the whistle.

"I got it. I got it." Stiles mumbled trying to pick up the ball but two players tackled him.

After a few minutes, we were dying. The score was 5-2. Yes, I scored both goals.

"You picked a wrong time to fuck up your fucking grades." I glared at Scott.

I felt someone sit on the bench with us.

"You guys need help?" I turned around to see Isaac with a smile on his face.

"You're back?"

"I never left."

Isaac told me his plan to get Scott to play. We took down four of our players.

"Lahey! Mejia! Seriously, what the hell is your problem?"

Isaac shrugged and ran back to the side of the field. Instead of Isaac ramming Jackson, Jackson knocked Isaac down. Scott and I ran over.

"It's not broken but I can't move it. I think Jackson nicked me 'cause I can feel it spreading."

I watched as the paramedics laid Isaac on a stretcher.

"McCall, Either you're in or we forfeit." Coach handed him a helmet and stick.

Mama McCall ran over, "Something's happening, isn't it? Something more than a lacrosse game?"

I nodded.

"You should go." Scott advised.

"Oh, I'm not going anywhere and everything I said before, forget it. All of it. If you can do something to help, then you do it. You have to." Melissa told him.

"I will."

The game started again. Scott passed the ball to me and I almost scored until some dude on the opposite team tackled me, breaking one of my ribs. I looked up at the score board, 5-5 with only 10 minutes left.

"Where the fuck is Isaac? He should've healed by now."

I ran to where Isaac was to see Gerard about to slice him in half. Isaac smirked once he saw me.

Gerard turned around, "Scarlett, what a pleasant surprise!" He said.

"It's you." I growled.

"You know I was starting to get worried that you'd never figure it out." He nodded towards towards the hunters, who walked towards me.

I knocked them both out. When I turned back around, Gerard was gone.

"Where'd he go?"

"The field." He mumbled.

We ran back to the field. There was only ten seconds left. Where's Jackson? The buzzer went off and everyone cheered. We won the champs.

"Nothing happened. Nothing." Scott said.

Suddenly, the lights went off and someone screamed. Everyone started yelling and running.

"I'm okay. Someone's hurt. Someone's down on the field." I heard Mama McCall say.

The lights went back on and I ran over to the group of people surrounding the player. It was Jackson.

"Look." Scott whispered.

I looked at his bloody fingers.

"He did it to himself?" Isaac whispered.

"Where's Stiles? Where the hell is my son?" Sheriff yelled.
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