All In My Head | Issac Lahey [Teen Wolf]

The Game

   "If we can find it, and it can tell us who that is and what that is...." 

   "We need that book." Stiles and Scott said.

***

   "I think you mean-" Allison started, but Stiles cut her off, making Katherine laugh again.

   "No, I mean bestiary. The two of you, I don't want to know what's going on in your head." Stiles said. The three were currently outside, and Katherine sat next to Allison.

   "Okay um, can you describe this thing?" Allison asked.

   "It's probably like a book: Old, worn."

   "Like, bound in leather?" Allison assumed.

   Stiles nodded quickly, "Yeah, yeah. You've seen it before?"

   "I've seen my grandfather with it." Allison answered, and Stiles took off from the way the two came. But a few seconds later he came running back, panting.

   "Where does he keep it?" Stiles asked,  taking a deep breathe after each word. 

   "It has to be in the office." Allison replied, and Stiles took off again.

   Whilst the two were having a simple conversation, Stiles came back. "You know, drug dealers have been using disposable sofas for years." he informed.

   Allison turned around, "My parents check the e-mails and text message I've sent. Trust me they'd find it."

   "Can you get the book?"

    "Not without his keys."

***

   Tonight was Katherine's first official game, and her aunt was surprisingly coming to watch. She was completely worried, not just about being humiliated for being the only girl on the lacrosse team who doesn't know how to even get off her bed during the morning, but worried about her friends as well. 

   Katherine just kept up with the rest of her teammates on the field, not wanting to risk missing the goal. She watched as number nine get knocked to the ground by one of the other players on the other team.

   "Come on! Is that thing even a teenager? I want to see a birth certificate!" she heard coach yell, frustrated as always. 

   Looking into the crowd, she spotted her aunt... And Scott's mom, both sitting next to each other chatting. 

   Jackson appeared in front of her and Scott, "What the hell are you waiting for?" he asked. 

   "You are the one who said I was a cheater." Scott argued, making a point.

    "And, that peek freak of nature on the field? Do something!" Jackson demanded, and Katherine was already annoyed. 

   "I can't, Allison's grandfather is here." 

   Going back to the game, once again number forty-two from the other team has knocked down two players. Katherine sighed, thinking that she was frustrated as much or maybe even more than coach.

   "You are short one player, coach."

   "Where's Stilinski? Where's Stilinski?" coach yelled. Never mind, he's more frustrated than me. "You! You!" he yelled, looking at Boyd. Katherine's eyes widened, now sure that she was worried to the max. "You play lacrosse?" 

   From afar Katherine watched as Erica and Boyd discuss, from the looks of it Erica was trying to stop him. For once I agree with you Erica. Boyd stood up, taking off his jacket. "Oh, ha, ha, ha! We got ourselves a player!" coach yelled, excitedly, but Katherine wasn't excited.

   Getting back to the game, Boyd was playing in for Stiles. Standing aside, she watched as one of the other players from the other team was running his way towards Boyd, and Katherine knew how it will end up. Watching the player be knocked to the ground, Katherine knew she was correct. 

   "The bigger they are," she heard coach cheer, along with the rest of the crowd. "The bigger they are!" Oh, coach...

   Running up next to Scott, the two gave each other a look, then looking back at Boyd to see his eyes glowing. The two ran up to Boyd, his eyes still glowing yellow. "Boyd, you need to get off the field now. You can't risk exposing the secret." She told him, but he ignored her taking off when the whistle was blown.

   Scott looked over at Katherine, nodding to her. Katherine knew exactly what he meant, she just hoped she wasn't going to somehow trip and fall. Running off towards Boyd, she heard coach yelling to pass it to her, and it was. Katherine was determined, rushing past and slipping past all the boys in her way, stopping in front of the goal, and launching it forward. Watching it hit the net, the crowd behind her cheered, and Katherine froze, her mouth slightly open. About to smile, the cheering stopped, and she heard something crack from behind her. 

   Turning around, she saw Scott on the ground. She took off her helmet so she could see better, and crouching down next to Scott, with Allison on the other side. "Oh my god, your leg is broken." Allison realized, Scott groaning and grunting as he stood up.

   "Don't move." coach said, as he ran over.

   "It's okay. What? I'm fine." Scott said, looking up at his mom, who was next to Katherine's aunt. Katherine glanced at his leg, seeing it no longer broken. 

   "I could have sworn I heard bone breaking somewhere." Scott's mom said, and Katherine saw her aunt nodding.

   "Heard it?" coach asked. "I felt it."

   "Seriously, guys, I am fine." Scott reassured. 

   Allison walked over to her grandfather, or also known as Katherine's principal. "We should go." she sad. 

   "Hold on." he said,  "I want to ask him one more thing. "

***

   Apparently Scott was now invited over for diner from Allison's grandfather, and Scott was of course freaking the heck out. Her aunt was already rushing back to the car from how cold she was, quickly telling Katherine she was going to wait for her. 

   Walking away from the field, Katherine was wondering why her team wasn't exactly celebrating, more of questioning rather than celebrating. "I didn't know a girl made the final shot." hearing someone behind her say that, she shrugged it off.

   "I didn't know she was actually hot."

   Turning around, Katherine encountered about seven boys from the other team who had stopped in front of her when she turned around. Katherine knew she liked it better when her hair was down, but she knew she wasn't hot. "You do realize I'm on the opposing team, right?" she pointed out, looking at all seven boys. 

   The brunette spoke, "You do realize your hot, right?" he asked, laughing and snickering with his friends. 

   Katherine closed her eyes sighing, she glanced at her hand at her side, an idea popping in her head. Smirking, she lifted up her hand, pointing it towards the brunette's hand, and flicking her wrist at one of his friends. Which surprisingly, made him slap him, hard. Laughing, on the inside, she quickly walked away awkwardly. Still smirking.  

Author's Note

IM TRYING TO UPDATE BUT I FEEL VERY FEVERISH RIGHT NOT SO BARE WITH MY SUCKISH CHAPTERS