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ʟᴏᴄᴋᴇʀ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ʀᴏᴀʀs

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3𝙧𝙙 𝙋𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙋𝙊𝙑

Grayson and Derek stand off at the edge of the woods, watching as the Stilinski twins run Scott off the field.

"Should've let him die when we had the chance." Grayson scoffs bitterly, watching three fools flaunt their secret around like it was nothing. Transforming like that out in the open? Idiots.

"You know what you're going to have to do." Derek says to him.

Grayson locks his jaw, raking his hand over his face, his rings scraping his skin roughly as he does.

"Derek—" He protests.

"Don't start again." Derek dismisses him.

Grayson scoffs for a second time. "You can't be serious!"

Derek turns to him, a smirk resting upon his face . "Oh, I am."

"Derek." Grayson snaps. Derek stares at the young man in front of him, only seeing the little boy who use to stop his foot anytime he had to do a chore, or was told no. Grayson may be much older now, but it was times like these Grayson was still just that little boy he was trying to navigate raising.

"You have to go school, Grayson." Derek says firmly, standing his ground.

"Since when?" Grayson rolls his eyes at his guardian, wishing Derek would simply stay the role of the fun uncle, the cool older brother... not the stern father-like figure he tries to be.

Derek stares at him flatly. "Since always." He crosses his arms. 

Grayson sighs. "Why can't I just stay being homeschooled?" He argues.

"Because you're not actually getting any homeschooling. And Laura was right—" Grayson recoils ever so slightly at the name drop as Derek continues. "I should've never gotten so lax. I shouldn't have moved you around so much and put you in an unstable environment. You need to attend school."

Grayson's anger only rose even further. "But what about the Alpha?" He protests, reminding Derek of the whole reason he was drug back here in the first place.

"What about the Alpha?" Derek repeats Grayson words, tone sharp.

Grayson tosses his hand up. "How the hell am I supposed to help look for him if I have to go to goddamn summer camp?"

Derek sighs, coming to a stop. "Look, I know you want to help, and you have been, and you will." He insists, squeezing Grayson's shoulder. "We will find the Alpha. You going to school is not going to change that. But I need help— with Scott. He's going to end up killing that Argent girl or his two little friends if we don't get him under control."

Grayson stares hard at Derek, seeing— no, feeling the stress rolling off of him.

"Fine."

"Fine?"

"I'll go to fucking school." He spits out, kicking the dirt as he storms past Derek, heading back to the house.

Maybe the Argents will do them a favor and take care of the Beta for them. Problem solved. Because Grayson can already tell that him, and two of the most annoying people he's ever come across, are going to drive him mad.

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𝙆𝙖𝙞'𝙨 𝙋𝙊𝙑

Stiles, Scott, and I burst through the locker room door as Scott's breathing rages. He falls over as he tries to brace himself against the tile wall.

"Sit down." Stiles releases Scott, as he bends over, and rushes to stand in front of him. "You okay? Scott, you okay?"

"Stiles, obviously he is not okay!" I shout at him, standing rooted in the doorway, unsure of what to do.

Stiles looks up at me offendedly. "Well at least I'm doing something!" He defends. "Scott—" He places his hand on Scott's shoulder.

"Get away from me!" Scott bellows, causing Stiles to fall backward and me to jump.

"Scott!" I rush out as Stiles scoots back across the floor.

"Kai, run!" Stiles hollers at me as he runs behind the lockers. Scott jumps on top of them.

"I-I'm not just going to leave you!" I yell back, panicking as I quickly slam the door shut causing Scott to turn around as he roars. His fangs...? are out, eyes glowing a deep yellow. My heart feels like it's beating itself out of my chest. He turns back to Stiles, which I assume is scrambling around on the other side.

Scott's roar is so loud I have to cover my ears as I desperately look around for a solution.

I grab a lacrosse stick, banging it against the side of the lockers. "Scotttt! Oh, Scot—" He whips around and I gulp. I need to make sure he doesn't kill Stiles.

Stiles trips as he emerges around the lockers, running over to me.

"What are you doing?" His eyes widen as he falls into the wall beside me.

"Trying to make sure our best friend doesn't kill you, what does it look like I'm doing!?" I shake the stick in my hands, looking at him like a mad woman.

He turns to look at the fire extinguisher he bumped into before looking back at me, and our eyes shine with the same idea.

I whip back around to Scott as he begins to jump down towards us. "Oh sh—" I swing the lacrosse stick out at him and I feel it break over his body as Stiles shouts 'DUCK!' I drop to the floor while Stiles sprays the fire extinguisher mist everywhere.

Scott thrashes out all around him as I cough up half a lung. Stiles grabs me off the floor, pulling me along with him as he opens the door and we back out of the locker room.

I hunch over whilst he leans against the wall, both of us taking our time to bring the breath back to our lungs.

"Stiles? Kai?" Scott calls out to us in his normal voice. We both peak our heads around the corner. "What happened?" Scott squints up wt is.

Stiles sighs as he drops the fire extinguisher letting it clank to the ground as I realzie I'm still death gripping the broken lacrosse stick in my hand, dropping it to the ground as well. I'm surprised there's not indentions in my skin from where I was holding it so tightly.

Stiles rips his gloves off and throws them across the room. "You tried to kill us." He puts it bluntly. "It's like we told you before." He takes a seat on the ground in front of Scott as I stay put in the doorway once again, clutching my chest this time. "It's the anger, it's your pulse rising. It's a trigger." Stiles tells him. Scott looks up at me and I nod slowly, picking at my sleeves.

"But that's lacrosse." Scott insists. "It's a pretty violent game, if you hadn't noticed."

Oh, we noticed... as he rammed Jackson, who is probably threatening to press charges or sue as we speak, into the ground.

"Well, it's gonna be a lot more violent if you end up killing someone on the field." Stiles argues back.

"He's right." I mumble. "If you act out there like you just did in here..."

"You can't play Saturday." Stiles takes over for me and for once I'm thankful for it. "You are gonna have to get out of the game."

I stare down at my shoes. "Sorry, Scott."

"But I'm first line." Scott's protests, voice dripping in disappointment.

Stiles sighs through his nose. "Not anymore."

I frown, looking up at the boys, feeling terrible for Scott.

Even though he did just try to kill me, and Stiles, being first line is all he's ever wanted.

And now he has to pull out of it right before he even gets the chance to start...

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𝟶ʙᴜᴛᴛᴇʀʙɪsᴄᴜɪᴛ𝟽 sᴘᴇᴀᴋs!

Poor Kai, already traumatized and thinking she's gonna lose Stiles and it's only episode 2....

Also, Grayson, although harsh, is absolutely not wrong about them two, lmaooo😭

Hope y'all enjoyed, don't forget to comment your thoughts, questions, and reactions!! <3

See you in part 3!!