Her dad's a hunter? | Act 1
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     BLAZE STARRED AT SCOTT IN DISBELIEF, after hearing the words that came out of his mouth. The Anderson boy hoped to God that he was joking and was trying to pull one of his dumb jokes. The last thing they needed was more problems and this one just seems to be the cherry on top.

"Allison's father?" Blaze repeated with wide eyes as he took in the information of Allison's father shooting Scott with a crossbow the night before.

"Yes! Her father!" Scott snapped loudly as he began to panic again seeing the shocked look on his friend's face, "Oh, my God--"

"No, Scott. Snapback!"

"You, okay?" Blaze asked him, not wanting to think about how he must feel. The girl he started to like comes from a family of hunters. Hunters that kill people like him—werewolves.

"Hey, all right? He didn't recognize you, right?" Stiles asked as Scott thought for a moment.

"No... N-no, I don't think so..."

"Does she know about him?" Blaze blurted out as Scott's eyes widen when he realized he had no idea and starts to panic again.

"Oh, yeah, I don't know! What if she does? This is gonna kill me, man--" Scott closed his eyes shut as he started to freak out making Stiles try to snap him out of it, but nothing seemed to work making Blaze force the boy to look at him before speaking.

"Okay, just focus on lacrosse. Okay? Everything is going to be fine. Right now, you need to focus on first line. The spot you stole from me, so you better own up to it." Blaze said sternly yet comforting.

"Here, Scott. Take this. Take this, and focus on lacrosse for now, okay? That's all you gotta do, yeah?" Stiles said handing him his gear.

"Lacrosse." Scott breathed out and nodded his hand as he took his stuff.

Stiles nods in encouragement and firmly pats Scott on the sides of his arms with his hands as he punctuates his next words, "Here. We. Go!"

Scott, Blaze, and Stiles turn to leave the locker room, with Stiles accidentally tripping on his own feet and nearly falling to the floor in the process making Blaze roll his eyes in annoyance, "You're such an idiot."

"You love me!"

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The three of them arrive at the lacrosse field just as Coach Finstock has begun announcing their first task, "Let's go! One-on-one from up top!"

"Jackson-- take a long stick today." Jackson nods and drops the stick he was holding in favor of the longer one that Coach instructed him to take before running back onto the field. "Atta boy!"

"Hey, Ryle. About yesterday-" Blaze went to say still feeling bad for just leaving him at the party on his own.

"Blaze seriously like I said yesterday, it's fine." Ryle reassured him with a slight laugh, "You helped a friend in need. What kind of friend would I be if I was mad over something like that?"

"Okay." Blaze held his hands up sheepishly as they laughed before getting ready to play.

Jackson takes his place on the field, and when Coach blows his whistle, he scoops up a ball and the team starts the play. The players run around the field, passing the ball to each other and shoulder-checking their opponents as they try to score a goal, with Coach watching with a focused expression as he follows their movements from the sidelines, "That's how you do it, Jackson! That's how you do it!"

Jackson hits one of the players in the back with the blunt end of his stick so he can steal the ball. Coach shoots an annoyed look at one of the other players, #31. "Greenberg, take a lap!"

"Good luck, McCall." Blaze winked at the boy who was at the front of the line ready to take his shot.

"McCall, what are you waiting for? Let's go!" Coach points at Jackson, who is waiting for him with his long stick in hand, ready to show him up.

However, when Scott clenches his jaw and runs toward him, he's easily tackled by the larger young man and is tossed flat on his back onto the grassy field. Coach wastes no time in starting to mock him as Scott grimaces, both in pain and in embarrassment.

Blaze cringes as Stiles winced in sympathy, both feeling secondhand embarrassment from what just occurred.

Scott lifts his head to see Jackson smirking above him, looking very satisfied by his successful tackle, "You sure you still want to be first line, McCall?"

"Maybe his superpowers wore off." Ryle chuckled slightly as Blaze cracked a smile. He knew Ryle was wrong but something about the boy but him feel good and stupid things such as his comments made him smile.

God, get a grip, Blaze.

"McCall's gonna do it again! McCall's gonna do it again!" Coach yelled as Jackson got back into his position in the midfield Scott returns to the front of the lineup.

Blaze could practically feel the anger radiating off the man in front of him which made him place a hand on his shoulder as he leaned forward to speak lowly into his ear, "He's taking pride in making you look bad, play is like chess. Take him off the board."

Blaze didn't care much for Jackson if anything he couldn't stand him and he so desperately wanted to see Jackson get his ass handed to him and Blaze thought with Scott's anger and his new werewolf abilities, he'd get a good show.

Let's hope he doesn't kill him or anything. Or do, no difference. Blaze mentally smirked as he watched Scott runs full speed at Jackson, gripping his lacrosse stick hard as he collides with Jackson, his right shoulder hitting Jackson right in the collarbone on the same side. Jackson falls backward, landing flat on his back in the grass just as Scott had just gone earlier, and clutches his right shoulder in pain.

"Oh shit." Blaze laughed as everyone ran to Jackson while Stiles ran over to Scott who was kneeling on the ground, panting, making Blaze run over to them.

"Scott? Scott, you, okay?"

"What's going on with him?" Blaze asked in confusion.

"I don't know," Stiles said as he threw a hand over Scott's shoulder, he used his left hand to clutch his forearm as Blaze stood confused.

"I can't control it, Stiles! Blaze! It's happening!" Scott, panting heavily, whispered to the boys in a panicked tone.

"What? Right here? Now?"

"You better fucking control it unless you want to be roadkill." Blaze hissed at him.

"I'm trying," Scott grunted as Stiles looked around and saw everyone was preoccupied with Jackson to notice them.

"Come on, get up. Blaze, help me." Stiles said as they helped Scott to his feet before dragging him to the locker room, none of them noticing the certain leather jacket-wearing Hale standing behind the bleachers watching them.

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"Come on," Blaze grumbled as they made it inside the locker room. Scott falls to his knees next to one of the sinks while Stiles and Blaze follow him.

"Sit down. You, okay?" Stiles asked him, moving done to look him in the eye as Blaze sits on the bench with a tired expression. He was more than done with today.

"Scott, you, okay?" Stiles repeated when he didn't get an answer.

"GET AWAY FROM ME!" Scott yelled loudly as his eyes turned bright yellow making Stiles fall back into his heels as Blaze stands up, both taken by surprise.

Blaze grabs Stiles by the shirt and pulls him up as they walk backward seeing the wolf stalking them making them uneasy. They hide behind a row of lockers only for Scott to leap on top of them.

Scott looks down at Stiles and Blaze from the top of the lockers, and his vision is tinted red from the rage that triggered his transformation in the first place. He visually tracks Stiles and Blaze as the young human boys, Stiles once again falls back onto his butt and is quickly forced to push himself back up onto his feet as he turns the corner, not taking his eyes off of Scott as the Werewolf crawls to the end of the row of lockers.

"Good doggie," Blaze muttered as they backed away, Scott then pulls himself up onto the heating vents up around the top of the ceiling and uses them to crawl around and track Stiles and Blaze. who has circled the locker room and has just made it back to the entrance, where Blaze bumps into the fire extinguisher as he flails around desperately.

Blaze finally gets an idea and grabs the fire extinguisher, waiting until Scott has jumped back down onto the floor before spraying it at him. This surprises and disorients Scott, who covers his face with his hands to try to avoid the spray. Once Blaze stops, Stiles pulls him and takes cover just outside the door to the locker room and waits to see what happens next, Blaze clutching the fire extinguisher tightly and preparing himself to possibly have to do it again.

"Blaze...? Stiles...?" Scott panted in a quiet voice making them turn their heads around the corner to see Scott covered in sweat and squinting his eyes at them on the bench, "What happened?"

"I'm not too big on kinks, but I'm going to have to buy you a dog leash or something." Blaze scoffed rubbing his face over his hands as he sits down beside him.

"You tried to kill us." Stiles said throwing his gloves on the ground angrily and still freaked out as Scott looks between them with guilt written onto his face, "It's like I told you before-- it's the anger, it's your pulse rising. It's a trigger."

"I could never be a werewolf. Everything and everyone pissed me off." Blaze rolled his eyes.

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

"Well, it's gonna be a lot more violent if you end up killing someone on the field." Stiles said sternly as Blaze shared a look with him both knowing what that meant, "You can't play Saturday. You're gonna have to get out of the game."

"I'm the first line--"

"Not anymore. Don't worry, there's a reason I was always first line. It won't make a difference." Blaze patted him on the shoulder as Scott looked defeated.

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"MAYBE IF YOU GOT OFF YOUR ASS ONCE AND A WHILE, YOU'D BE USEFUL," Amelia screamed from downstairs as Blaze walked up the stairs.

"Maybe if you got laid every once and a while, you wouldn't be such a miserable bitch!" Blaze called back to her, not caring much for her words or her feelings.

"I became a miserable bitch the day we agreed to adopt you-" Amelia said snidely back but cut herself off as she saw Blaze's face fall at her words, making her finally realize what she just said, "Blaze-"

"I'm what?" Blaze asked with a small quiet tone as his mind went blank. Not knowing what to say in response to this. He felt his eyes blurry and well with tears as he stared at his "mother" with more hurt in his eyes than anger.

"Nothing- I didn't mean-" Amelia shook her head as her own eyes fills with tears.

"I'm adopted?" Blaze asked her with a blank expression. Amelia let a tear fall after hearing the betrayal in his voice. They wanted to tell him for so long, but they never knew how or when.

"That doesn't mean-" Amelia tried to say when Blaze cut her off.

"Doesn't mean what? That you don't love me?" Blaze scoffed as he walked back over to her frozen figure, "You've never loved anyone but yourself. You or dad. My whole life had been a lie! You never told me I was not your real son."

"You are our son." Amelia protested making him laugh as tears left his eyes.

"Yet you never treated like one. I'm not mad that I'm adopted." Blaze said quietly as he didn't bother to wipe the tears away from his eyes. Amelia had a look of relief on her face, but it fell at his next words. "I'm fucking relieved I'm not related to you."

"Blaze, you don't mean-"

"Go to hell." Blaze spats quietly as he glared at her hatefully and turned around and ran up to his room leaving the older woman to cry alone at the thought of her son hating her.

Blaise slammed his door shut, before taking a moment to look around his room. The room he grew up in, the pillow he cried himself to sleep on so many nights, the holes in his walls that are covered by posters, and his desk that he has spent so many sleepless nights at. He hated every inch of it.

Letting out a cry of frustration, he shoved the lamp off his bedside table and allows it to smash against the floor, "Fuck!" He snapped as he let the tears fall from his face as he destroyed his room. Every poster, he ripped off the wall, every item on his desk thrown across the ruined floor, punching his walls and doors until his knuckles cut open and started to bleed.

Panting, he looked around his room for a small moment, allowing his anger to turn into tears as he started to cry on his floor. Even adopted, someone who chooses to have a child, can't even love him let alone his biological parents. He didn't understand why he was hated and unwanted so much. Why didn't his biological parents want him? Why his adoptive parents cared more about everything else but him? Was it him? Did they know how fucked up he was going to be even as a child that they decided to hate him before it he got to mess up?

Blaze leaned his head against his desk leg as he cried against it. All he wanted to do was go to sleep and never wake up. To stop himself from leaving this life that was a known nightmare.

Sniffling, Blaze grabbed a pink sweater from off his bed and throw on pair of shoes before leaving the house ignoring his mother's yells. All he needed to do right now was to get away. Away from the supernatural drama he had been thrown into, away from his parents, and away from reality itself.

He grabbed his car keys and got into his car before driving towards the reserve. There was a large cliff he always enjoyed going to, he could overlook the entire city and it was peaceful. Not many people went there often, especially at night.

Blaze got out and pulled his hood off his head, as he climbed on top of his car and just sat there, looking over the city and the lights that lit the city up. He wished he would've brought something to smoke with him, or even something to drink to keep himself busy and his mind off things.

Leaves rustling caught his attention making his head snap towards the woods where he saw a figure running out of the woods making him sit up until he let out a sigh of relief when he sees it was Ryle jogging.

"Blaze?" Ryle said in confusion and surprise as he took his headphones out of his ears and walked over o the boy who had tear-stained cheeks that shined under the moon.

"Ryle. What are you doing out here?" Blaze asked him as he fiddled with our fingers. The last thing he wants was for the boy he found attractive to see him looking so weak and pathetic.

"I usually job this path a few times a week. Being outside helps me run more than on a treadmill at the gym. What are you doing here?" Ryle asked not bothering to ask him what was wrong because he knew Blaze probably wouldn't give him a real reason or even want to talk about it.

"I used to come up here with Scott and Stiles. No one around." Blaze said almost too quietly for Ryle to hear but he heard it anyways.

"Well then, I'll leave you to want to be alone-" Ryle said getting ready to keep jogging when Blaze stopped him.

"No, it's fine. You can stay." Blaze sent him a small smile making Ryle nod as he leaned against the car as he took out a joint and a lighter making Blaze chuckle, "You always have something to smoke on you, don't you?"

"Always," Ryle smirked as he took a hit off it before handing it to Blaze who looked like he needed it more then he did.

Blaze took a hit off the joint before blowing out the smoke, both of them sitting in silence before he sighed, "I'm adopted."

Ryle glanced at him in surprise and finally understood why he was so emotional, but he didn't know what he could say in response, so he stayed quiet and let Blaze get a few things off his chest.

"I'm not even angry. I just... don't care." Blaze chuckled with no humor, "My parents have always been delusional and terrible which makes me wonder why they chose to even take me in if I wasn't their real child."

"Do you want to meet your real parents? Find out anything about them?" Ryle asked quietly as he glanced over at the boy.

"Maybe, maybe not. I know every adopted child usually wants to know where they're from or why they were abandoned, but I just... don't know if I want to know. I won't lie and say I'm not curious because I am, but I can't ever see myself having a relationship with them, so I don't see the point in meeting them." Blaze ranted as Ryle nodded his head.

"That makes sense, but those questions won't ever go away until you do find out and ask them," Ryle told him honestly making the boy nodded his head.

"I know. Maybe someday I'll do that, but my parents now are already shit, and I need another set of disappointing parents." Blaze rolled his eyes as Ryle handed him the joint back.

"I always thought you were close to your family, they always seemed so-" Ryle said as Blaze cut him off.

"Perfect? Wonderful? Parents of the year? It's all fake. They have this thing for a perfect image. My mother called me useless moments before she blurted out the fact that I was adopted." Blaze scoffed as he hid the hurt of his mother's words by taking another hit.

"You're not useless, Blaze," Ryle said truthfully as he started at Blaze who looked back at him, not knowing what to say. He's never told anyone about how toxic his parents were, or ever let anyone see him like this but here Ryle was letting him rant about his bullshit and saying such words that make Blaze gulp.

"No child is useless, and I'll never understand why adults seem to think so. There are only so many children can do or should have to do." Ryle muttered as Blaze couldn't agree more with his words.

"I'm sorry I'm just throwing all my problems onto you—" Blaze suddenly said, sitting up as he pulled himself together.

"Blaze." Ryle said placing a hand on Blaze's thigh making the boy glanced down at it and back to his face, "It's okay. I don't mind. Everyone needs to let go every once in a while, or they'll explode. I don't need you exploding, especially when we play lacrosse together. It's a violent sport."

Blaze couldn't help the chuckle that escaped his lips making Ryle join him, "Want a drive home? It's getting dark." Blaze asked as he slid off his car making Ryle's hand slide up his thigh a bit before it fell off.

"You sure? I can always jog. Not like I'm going to get eaten by a mountain lion." Ryle said playfully as Blaze chuckled awkwardly.

"You never know and yes I want to. It gives me time before I have to go home. I'm sure that will go pleasant." Blaze said the last comment, sarcastically making Ryle nod his head.

"Give me your phone." Ryle suddenly said holding his hand out as Blaze looked confused but handed it to him anyways.

"If you ever feel like exploding, call me. I don't kiss and tell." Ryle winked at him before putting his number into his phone beforehand it back to the boy who took it back and looked away as he automatically smiled.

Get yourself together Blaze. Go back to being sad.

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𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒔 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆

Blaze > His "parents"

I had my sister finally start Teen Wolf like a month ago and the first time Derek just appeared in the first episode, we laughed so hard and now she lives for seeing him do that.

Thanks for reading and I love you all!!