CHAPTER SIX
saturday night game
YASMINE MCCALL
When I got home last night, I was dead. Okay, not literally, but I was exhausted. Scott, Stiles and I had found the proof we needed to get Derek locked up, so after that, we'd rushed to get out of there before sour wolf came back and probably killed us all.
This morning, I was awoken by Scott who told me that I had twenty minutes to get ready since the Sheriff's Department now knew about the buried body by Derek's property and were on their way to arrest him. I got dressed in some jeans and pulled on a random sweatshirt, pulled on some Vans, and managed to pull my black hair into a messy bun before I was dragged out to Stiles' Jeep by Scott. Again, I barely had the chance to put on my seatbelt before Stiles sped off, almost making me fall forward.
What was I suppose to do with these two boys?
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Scott and I were leaning up against Stiles' Jeep that stood in between a few trees, the owner of the Jeep not with us right now, for an unknown reason.
Derek looked over at Scott and I as he was leaving out of the house by a deputy, the Sheriff walking closely behind them. The expression on Derek's face kinda made me think that he wasn't surprised; he wasn't surprised to know that Scott had gotten him arrested.
Scott nudged me, nodding towards the trees. I glanced over and cursed when I saw Stiles walking towards the police cruiser where Derek was sitting, acting all calm. Scott and I shook our heads and tried to make him stop, but that didn't stop Stiles from taking a quick look around before getting into the car. Scott and I turned around, sighing frustrated over our best friend.
Why the hell would Stiles get into that damn car when Derek was in there? I'm a hundred percent sure that if he wanted to, Derek could easily break out of those cuffs and get away, which meant he could easily hurt Stiles who'd been stupid enough to get in that car.
"Shit!" I cursed and slammed my forehead annoyed when the Sheriff pulled open the door to the cruiser and pulled out Stiles, an annoyed and angry look on his face.
Scott sighed and buried his head in my shoulder. "Oh my God!"
Stiles was soon let go by his father and approached us, so the first thing I did, when he neared us, was to slap his arm. "Why did you hit me?!"
"You know why!" I spat before getting into the Jeep.
Scott patted Stiles' shoulder.
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"I can't find anything about wolfsbane being used for burial." I told Stiles as I typed it in on my Google search bar.
"Just keep looking." Stiles told me. "Maybe it's like a ritual or something. Like maybe they bury you as a wolf. Or maybe it's like a special skill, y'know, like something you have to learn."
"I'll put it on my to-do list." Scott stated, not looking well at all. "Underneath figuring out how the hell I'm playing this game tonight."
I placed a hand on his shoulder in worry, and he didn't shake it off, but he didn't assure me he was fine either, making me worry even more.
"Maybe it's different for girl werewolves-" Stiles stated, not even listening to Scott.
"Okay, stop it!" Scott snapped.
Stiles raised an eyebrow, sharing a confused look with me. "Stop what?"
"Stop saying werewolf! Stop enjoying this so much!"
I placed a hand on Scott's shoulder again, but he shook it off. "Are you okay?"
"No! No, I'm not! I'm so far from being okay!" Scott yelled at us.
Stiles didn't seem to quite get what Scott meant, as he kept talking. "You know, you're gonna have to accept this, Scott! Sooner or later."
"I can't," Scott whined in pain.
I winced. "Well, you're gonna have to. Whether you like it or not."
"No! I can't breath!"
The car began wavering as Scott kept feeling pain and hit the roof of the Jeep once, making Stiles almost lose all control of the vehicle.
"Woah, woah!"
"Stop the car!"
"Why? What's happening?!"
Scott opened Stiles' backpack and pulled out the rope, a small piece of wolfsbane on it. "You kept it?"
"What was I suppose to do with it!" Stiles yelled back, making me cringe from all the yelling in this small space.
Scott's eyes flashed their werewolf golden. "Stop the car!" He demanded in a more animalistic tone.
Stiles pulled over and slammed open the door, as he jumped out and threw the backpack away, as far away as he could.
"Stiles!" I yelled as Scott ripped open the door to the Jeep and jumped out of the car, running off into the woods. "He's gone!"
"Okay, we're good." Stiles spun around and saw that I was the only one sitting in car. "Scott?"
I sighed and crawled into the front seat, closing the door. "He's gone, Stiles."
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Stiles and I drove around for a while, just looking for Scott, but we couldn't find him. Stiles dropped me off at home so I could get ready for the big game tonight. Chances were that Scott was probably gonna be at the school as he really wanted to play this game tonight. It was his first official game since he became first line and he wanted to impress Allison who was also here tonight.
I pulled my beanie further down my head and took a seat in the bleachers with my mom.
"I can't wait!" Melissa exclaimed happily as her black hair bounced around.
I smiled back, trying to seem genuine as I answered. "Me too."
Yeah, can't wait to see what the hell is gonna happen tonight! Scott literally ran off after being in a car with wolfsbane and if Derek had warned Scott about playing, then I was worried. Obviously Derek had been a werewolf for a much longer time and if he, as an older and wiser wolf, warned Scott not to play, then there must've been a reason. I supported Scott, because it was nice to see my brother finally be good at this sport and so close to getting this amazing girl, but if it meant risking him ripping everyone here tonight apart; count me out.
Melissa furrowed her eyebrows and nudged me gently. "Isn't that Lydia Martin?"
I gazed in the direction my mother had pointed and was shocked to see that Lydia was holding the front of Scott's jersey. To everyone else it probably seemed like she was encouraging him, but from what she'd said to him earlier this week, she was probably threatening him. "Yeah, it is."
The game started and Jackson got the ball first. He threw it around to a few other players on our school team, but never to Scott. I knew he would never let Scott take the glory. He wanted to look like the best player on the team and I get that since he was team captain, but he also seriously needed to back up and let others have a chance.
The ball fell to the ground and it seemed that both Scott and Jackson had noticed it since both ran right towards it. Jackson tackled Scott to the ground and scooped up the ball, scoring a goal as he managed to throw it into the opposing team's goal.
"That's it, Jackson! Get fired up!" Coach yelled loudly and proudly as everyone cheered for Jackson, celebrating that he'd scored the first goal of the night. "Fired up!"
Melissa and I stayed seated as everyone cheered for Jackson. She sighed before standing up and clapping like everyone else, but I refused to clap after he threw my brother to the ground because he couldn't handle anyone else being in the spotlight for once.
"Brutal," I mumbled underneath my breath when I looked over and saw Lydia and Allison holding up a sign that said 'we luv u Jackson' on it. Lydia always insisted on making sure that everyone around her knew that Jackson was her boyfriend and team captain. "This is not gonna go well." I sighed when I saw that Scott had also seen the sign and seemed quite pissed.
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Oh, no.
The game had just begun again and immediately I was worried. The ball had been thrown into the air, and Scott had managed to literally jumped into the air, support his foot on the other player to jump higher and caught the ball. As he ran across the field, he managed to avoid every single player from the opposing team and score our team their fourth goal of the night.
"Yeah!" Melissa and I yelled in happiness as we stood up and cheered alongside everyone else.
As long as Scott only used his werewolf powers to win this game and not tear anyone apart, we would all survive and maybe enjoy winning the game.
"Pass to McCall!" Coach yelled to he team.
We all calmed down a little as the referee whistled and the game was on again. The player from other team managed to get the ball, but after looking back at Scott, he threw it to him.
The player handed Scott the ball.
Melissa's eyes widened as she seemed confused. "Did that boy just pass the ball to Scott on his own?"
"Yep," I replied, popping the 'p' nervously. "He just did."
Again, Scott smoothly avoided every player from the opposite team and as he threw the ball towards the goal, the net in the goalie's lacrosse stick was literally torn apart as the ball went into the goal.
I stood up with a proud smile on my face. "Yes, Scott!" I screamed, trying to forget that he was using powers he'd gotten because he was bitten in the woods and was now a werewolf.
"Did you see that?" Melissa asked me in awe. "My boy just scored two goals on his own."
I giggled at how proud she was and wrapped my scarf even tighter around my neck. "I know. Scott's getting really good at lacrosse." I smiled convincingly and ran a hand through the ends of my dark hair.
There was less than a minute left of the game as both teams had a score of 5 goals each. Whichever team scored now would win as nobody liked a tie. I tried not to bite my nails as I watched Scott scoop up the ball from the ground and suddenly stop as he glanced around at the players who'd surrounded him.
I cursed almost inaudible under my breath as he stood in a defensive position that seemed perfectly normal if you didn't know what Stiles and I did, which was everyone at this damn game. There was less than eighteen seconds left of this game and all I wanted was for Scott to get out of here without anyone seeing him in an almost wolf-form.
"Come on, come on." My mom repeated underneath her breath as we all watched Scott stand a few feet from the goalie's net with the ball in his net, just standing still.
I closed my eyes for a second and literally prayed to anyone and anything, and I prayed that Scott wouldn't turn into his werewolf form in front of the entire school and multiple parents, including our mom and Allison's father who was a werewolf hunter.
"We believe in you, Scott!" I yelled as the two players on each side of him began running towards him, less than five seconds left on the clock now. "Yes!" I yelled happily as the ball went right into the net just as the whistle was blown, meaning Beacon Hills High had won and Scott had scored winning shot.
Melissa pulled me into a hug before she walked out onto the field like everyone else, making me walk with her. I saw Jackson giving Scott a dirty look, probably pissed that my brother had been the star player of this tonight's game and out shined Jackson.
Stiles rushed over to me. "We need to talk, like right now!" He spoke urgently and shot me a look.
I nodded and grabbed his arm, facing my mom. "I'll be right back, mom." I smiled before following Stiles into the boys' locker room. We both walked in and were about to call out for Scott when we spotted Scott and Allison kissing in the showers. "Wait!" I whispered and pulled back Stiles, both of us standing quietly.
Allison walked away from Scott and smiled a little awkwardly as she saw Stiles and I. "Hi, Yasmine, Stiles."
"Hey." I greeted awkwardly back.
Scott met us halfway, a dreamy smile on his face. "I kissed her."
"We saw." I replied and corrected my red beanie, making sure my straight hair sat correctly.
"She kissed me."
Stiles nodded. "Saw that too." He told his best friends. "It's pretty good, huh?"
Scott sighed dreamily. "I don't know how, but I controlled it. I pulled it back. M-maybe I can do this. Maybe it's not that bad."
Stiles grabbed my arm. "Yeah, we'll talk later, then." He said and turned to walk away, when Scott grabbed his jersey and my jacket.
"What?" Scott asked us.
"The medical examiner looked at the other half of the body we found." Stiles told Scott.
My brother raised an eyebrow. "And?"
"Well, I'll keep it simple. Medical examiner determines killer of girl to be animal, not human. Derek's human, not animal, Derek not killer, Derek let out of jail." Stiles told him.
Scott's expression went from happiness to shock. "Are you kidding?"
"No and here's a bigger kick in the ass. My dad ID'ed the dead girl, both halves. Her name was Laura Hale."
"Hale?!"
I nodded. "Derek's sister."
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Another update!
I'm getting back on track and I honestly have so many plans for this story and Yasmine in general. I'll try to update soon! Again, there's no gifs, but I enjoy the picture of SG who portrays Yasmine!
xo.