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ᴘᴀɴɪᴄ & sʜᴀʀᴘɪᴇs

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𝙆𝙖𝙞'𝙨 𝙋𝙊𝙑

"Don't panic, don't panic! Just breathe." I coax Scott as he mindlessly walks to his locker in the boys locker room. None of the other boys pay me any mind, all use to me waltzing in here by now.

I see Stiles out of the corner of my eye walk past before back tracking. He looks at Scott then to me and I flash worrisome eyes over from him to Scott.

"Did you apologize to Allison?" My brother asks, thinking maybe that was the issue. I blow a puff of air out of my mouth and strands of my hair go flying.

"Yeah." Scott tells him. Sooo... is he gonna tell Stiles what he told me this morning or?

"So is she giving you a second chance or..." My brother  pushes since Scott isn't exactly coughing up any details.

I turn to Scott, stretching my neck out, waiting for a response. Hello???

"Yeah." He repeats, absentmindedly.

I groan. "Ugh, Scott."

"Yeah! All right, so everything's good!" Stiles exclaims. I swear my twin is the most oblivious person on the planet.

I clear my throat, my face contorting to a 'yikes' expression.

"No." Scott says.

"No?" Stiles pops his head back around the lockers.

"Tell him." I sigh, patting Scott's bare shoulder.

"Remember the hunters?" Scott manages to get out more than one word, so proud. Stiles eyes both of us, wondering where Scott is going. "Her dad is one of them."

Stiles pauses. "Her dad?"

"Shot me..." Scott continues.

"Allison's father?" Stiles voice grows louder.

I whip my ahead around. "No Stiles, our father. YES ALLISON'S FATHER!" I shout at him louder than I should have.

"... with a crossbow." Oh, right... I turn back to Scott whose eyes go wide at the last word to leave his mouth.

I glance over my shoulder to Stiles, chewing the inside of my mouth. He looks like he's about to be sick.

"Allison's father..." Stiles starts back up.

"Yes, her father!" Scott shouts. He starts breathing heavily again as he did this morning in the parking lot. "Oh, my God."

"Calm down." I tell him, holding my hands out. "Breathe. Uh, a little help here?" I call over to Stiles.

"No, Scott, come on." Stiles rushes over, patting Scott on the cheek with his lacrosse-gloved hand. "Snap back. You okay? Hey, all right. He didn't recognize you, right?" Stiles attempts to reason with him.

"Yeah!" I pop my head around Stiles, pushing him out of the way. "He didn't know that was you this, right? Right!" I nod, trying to get Scott to agree.

"No, no, no, I don't think so." Scott trips over his words that are rushing out.

"Does she know about him?" Stiles asks.

I smack him on the shoulder. "Why! Would you ask that right now?!"

Scott's eyes widen once again. "Oh, yeah, I don't know. What if she does?"

I raise a brow. "I doubt it." Allison doesn't seem like she spends her evening hunting and chasing werewolves.

Wow, did that sentence really just fly into of my brain?

Is this actually happening right now, in real life? Hunters, werewolves...

"Kai, maybe you should breathe." Scott says quietly, pulling me out of my state of panic.

I shake my head, snapping out of it. "Right." Deep breath in... anddd out.

There's just a lot happening, has happened, within these past couple days... it's a lot to process.

All three of us jump as a whistle blows loudly from outside, indicating it was time for practice to start.

Scott cringes. "This is gonna kill me, guys. I can't..." He looks like he's about to burst into tears.

"Okay, just focus on lacrosse, okay?" Stiles hurries out, grabbing Scott's stuff behind him.

I nod in agreement. "Yeah, yeah! Right. Okay, listen Scott. You just made first line, okay." I nod slowly in front of his face so he can follow.

"I just made first line." He repeats.

"So that is what we are gonna put all of our energy and worry into right now." I end with a firm nod, grabbing his shoulder. "Got it?

"Here, Scott, take this." Stiles shoves his gear into his chest as I release him.

"Ugh."

"Take this and focus on lacrosse for now, like Kai said, okay?" Stiles scoops up the rest of Scott's gear and hands it to him. "That's all you gotta do, yeah?"

"Lacrosse." Scott says weakly.

"Yeah, there we go!" Stiles shakes him before nudging me and running out of the locker room. I give Scott one last look, and smile, before following my brother out to the field.

But Scott only stands there in shock... Welp, he's screwed.

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3𝙧𝙙 𝙋𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙋𝙊𝙑

Grayson relishes in the sweat dripping down his hair onto his forehead as he comes to a halt several feet in front of the house.

He closes his eyes, enjoying his moment of peace.

"Grayson! Let's go!" Derek shouts, ending that peace.

"Jesus Christ." Grayson grumbles, opening his eyes to find Derek marching down the steps.

Derek looks over to him expectedly. "Come on."

Grayson simmers an irritated sigh, letting it rumble in his chest. "I have to shower." He motions down his entire body.

"You can shower later." Derek shakes his head, annoyed.

Of course he would rather not be home— every time he steps foot in the house all he can taste is the burnt smell of ash. And every night he closes his eyes he hears screams... resulting in waking up to a dread-filled panic of sweat and tense body.

He swallows, shoving away any thoughts. "Where are we going?" He asks, tone dripping in sarcasm as he drags himself over to the older Hale.

"Watch a lacrosse practice."

Grayson scoffs, loudly, in disagreement.

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"Let's go!" Coach hollers out to the team. "One-on-ones from up top. Jackson, take the long stick, today. Attaboy."

The whistle blows again.

I heave a sigh as I find a seat on the bench, needing a moment to relax after the locker room fiasco. I pull my sharpie out of my back pocket and begin aimlessly drawing on my jeans, chewing the skin on the inside of my lip as I do.

My chest begins to feel lighter as the blue ink bleeds into my thigh as I begin drawing leaves.

I look up as Jackson scoops up the ball and two bodies collide against each other.

I begin to form a branch.

"That's how you do it, Jackson. That's how you do it." Coach encourages. I roll my eyes, capping the sharpie back together. Where is Scott? "Greenberg, take a lap." The whistle blows rings out, closer to my ear than my before. I jump, glancing up to find Coach standing beside me. "Faster, Greenberg!" He yells before turning his attention to me. "KS."

"Yes, Coach?" I squint up at him with a grin.

"Make sure Greenberg doesn't get any water until he's finished his laps." He nods, serious as ever.

I make a popping sound with my lips. "Uh, yeah. Yes, sir. Got it, Coach." I nod quickly to oblige. Never disagree or argue with Coach. Ever.

He breaks out into a smile. "That's why you're my favorite on the team." He points strongly at me before turning back to the field.

And thankfully, I never do.

I just know if Stiles was over here he would've definitely protested that I'm not even on the team. But he's just jealous Coach likes me more than him. I smirk proudly as I focus in practice, pocketing my pen for the time being.

"Let's go. McCall, what are you waiting for?" Coach asks. I crank my neck to find Scott at the front of the line, not moving. "Let's go."

"Oh, boy." I mutter to myself. My eyes flash between Jackson and Scott before I screw them shut all together. I pry them open last minute to catch Scott flying down onto his back. "Ooo..." Shoot!

Coach walks over to him, laughing. "Hey, McCall!"

"You're sure you still want to be first line, McCall?" I hear Jackson smart off to him.

I glare at Jackson, though he can't see, wishing I could pop his head like a zit. I hear a few other chuckles from the others in line.

Scott raises up as Coach moves to stand by him, matching his hovered stance.

"My grandmother can move faster than that, and she's dead!" Coach tells him. I drop my face into my hands. Oh, Coach, now is not the time... "You think you can move faster than the lifeless corpse of my dead grandmother?" Coach asks him.

I snap my head over to Stiles as he glances at me, mouth open in the shape of an 'O'.

I can't hear the rest of what Scott and Coach are saying, too far away to hear. Now would be a really great time for some werewolf hearing.

"Yes, Coach!" I hear Scott's voice call out.

"Then do it again." Coach says loudly in Scott's ear. Scott jogs back to the front of the line as Coach yells, "McCall's gonna do it again! McCall's gonna do it again!"

Jackson jumps back into position as Scott comes to a halt, turning around to face him.

Here we go...

I wish Stiles was over here so I could grab onto his arm, though he says I squeeze it to death and I'm gonna rip it off one day, I say he just needs to toughen up.

I pinch my fingers together nervously.

"Let's go!" Coach signals him to start, blaring his whistle to begin.

Scott runs towards Jackson, elbow out, and slams it right into Jackson's chest.

Jackson's body slams down to the ground as he grunts and Scott grabs both sides of his helmet, dropping down to his knees. Oh gosh—!

I scramble off the bench, hurrying out onto the field as Stiles burst out of line over to us. Coach quickly moves to Jackson as the rest of the team runs over to join him, thankfully not paying any attention to what's happening to Scott.

Stiles wraps one arm across Scott's back, helping him to his feet.

"What's happening?" I look frantically at both of them.

"I can't control it, Stiles, Kai. It's happening." Scott grunts.

I shake my head as I feel my eyes practically bulge out of my head. WHAT!

"What? Right here? Now?" Stiles whisper-shouts into his ear, looking over his shoulder at the rest of the team.

"We have to take him somewhere." I speak lowly, looking to Stiles panickily.

He nods. "Come on. Get up. Go!" He hurries off the field, pushing Scott forward as I quickly trail behind...

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𝟶ʙᴜᴛᴛᴇʀʙɪsᴄᴜɪᴛ𝟽 sᴘᴇᴀᴋs!

Hello, hellooo!! And welcome back to Soured Expectations <3

It's been a minute lol, butttt Teen Wolf was taken off Paramount— *eye roll* so I finally got Hulu with a college discount, yay!

Anyways, hope y'all enjoyed this chapter! Grayson is SUCH a moody teenager rn, it's so funny lmao. Don't forget to comment your reactions, thoughts, and questions!!

See you in the best part, mwauh!