Crawling Back To You|| Hale, D.

Chapter 2| Second Chance At First Line

Perci opened her eyes as Coach pointed at Jackson, who was waiting for Scott with his long stick in hand, ready to show him up. However, when her Godbrother ran toward him, he was easily tackled by the bully and was tossed flat on his back onto the grassy field.

James ran over to his younger brother and gave him a clap on the back. Coach wasted no time in starting to mock Scott, "Hey, McCall!"

The hybrid shook her head at the Whittemore brothers as Coach finally made it over to Scott just as Jackson walked away, and Scott quickly jumped to his feet, fixing his gloves and pads as Coach began berating him for his poor performance, "My-my grandmother can move faster than that-- and she's dead! You think you can move faster than the lifeless corpse of my dead grandmother?" Coach yelled

Scott's anger and frustration had him doubled over, which begins to worry Stiles, who continues to watch from mid-field.

From their spot on the sidelines, Perci and Derek sighed, "This isn't going to end well." The Halliwell hybrid muttered

"It never does." Derek replied

The two watched as Scott clenched his jaw again and ran back to position while Coach shouted mockingly toward the rest of the players, "McCall's gonna do it again! McCall's gonna do it again!"

James returned to his position looking over the plays as Jackson got back to his position in mid-field as Scott returned to the front of the line-up for one-on-ones. After a moment, Coach blows his whistle to have them start, "Let's go!"

Scott ran full-speed at Jackson, gripping his lacrosse stick hard as he collided with Jackson, his right shoulder hitting Jackson right in the collarbone on the same side.

Jackson fell backwards, landing flat on his back in the grass just as Scott had just gone earlier, and clutched his right shoulder in pain. James threw down the play book and rushed to his brother.

Stiles, panicked, ran over to Scott to check on him while everyone else is distracted by Jackson. Scott's fangs came out, and his eyes are glowing bright gold again as he desperately tries to keep himself from fully turning, "Scott? Scott, you okay?" Stiles asked worriedly

Stiles threw his right arm around Scott's shoulders and used his left hand to clutch Scott's left arm.

Meanwhile, the rest of the players rushed to check on Jackson, but Coach, kneeling next to the injured player, held out his hands to instruct them to back up and give Jackson space, "Yeah, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!" Coach yelled

Off to the side, Scott, panting heavily, whispered to Stiles in a panicked tone of voice, "I can't control it, Stiles! It's happening!"

Stiles's eyes widened in alarm when he realized that Scott's in the middle of a transformation into his Werewolf form and yelps quietly, "What? Right here? Now?" He asked

He looked around and saw that everyone else was distracted by Jackson's injuries. He grabbed Scott by the shoulders, "Come on, get up." The Stilinski boy instructed and pulled his best friend to his feet and, still keeping an arm around Scott's shoulders and started dragging him back to the locker room, "Come on. Come on." He muttered

Scott and Stiles passed the bleachers, but were too preoccupied with Scott's current dilemma to notice that Derek was standing behind the stands and off to the side, watching them with a focused expression, or that Perci was with him.