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Second Chance at First Line pt. 2

(A/N): Hey guys! How are you! I’ve been preparing for my first year in college and creating final memories with my friends. I hope you all are having a fantastic summer and don’t forget about sunscreen! Enjoy the second part of episode two!

Warnings: Cursing and a dead body.

Word count: 4,124

I made it into math class with a few seconds to spare before the tardy bell rang. There was an empty seat next to Stiles. I smiled at Scott and Lydia as I passed between their rows. Stiles moved his stuff off of my desk and reclined back with a pen in his mouth.

“Thanks.” I mumbled. I kept my face down and relax back into the plastic chair. I took out my laptop and opened the word document app.

Throughout the period, I pretended to take notes but actually played games on the other tab. The teacher was going over the worksheet he handed out earlier. I paid little to no attention to what the teacher was saying but my eyes snapped over to the board when I saw Lydia move up. On the board was a fairy complicated problem for both volunteers, but Lydia knew how to solve it. I let out a quiet snort when I saw who was next to her: Scott Mccall. I looked over to Stiles who was looking at me with an eyebrow raised.

“Is Scott playing tomorrow?” I whispered to Stiles, using my palm to cover my mouth from the teacher.

“Uhhh. No, he’s kind of refraining from anything that will anger him so he doesn’t wolf-out.” He replied not caring if the teacher caught him.

“Well, Lydia might persuade him to play.” I said looking at the two up at the board. Lydia was

“What? How?”

“You see what they’re doing up there?” I asked leaned closer to Stiles and pointed at Scott and Lydia.

“Solving equations.” He replied sarcastically which caused me to roll my eyes.

“No. Lydia is whispering to Scott about her internal crisis that she must and I quote, date the captain of the winning lacrosse team.” I tell him, “And since Jackson is injured by you-know-who and is unable to play, she is going after the next guy who can lead the team.”

He gaped and dramatically threw himself back into his seat. Lydia made her way back into her seat, giving me a smirk along the way. I looked at Stiles, who was pouting. Scott was staring at the problem at, most likely processing what Lydia said to him.

“Mr. Mccall, you’re not even close to solving your problem.” Our teacher scolded him.

“Tell me about it.” He whispered under his breath, causing me to chuckle.

When the bell rang for dismissal, Scott bolted out the door. Lydia, Stiles, and I were packing up our bags for next class. Lydia had a free block next class so she typically leaves campus with Jackson. She slung her bag over her shoulder and gave me a smile.

“Bye babe.” She said.

“Bye.” Stiles said behind me.

Lydia raised an eyebrow. I stifled a laugh and rolled my eyes. She walked out of the classroom, as Stiles waited for me to finish packing up. I looked over at him and gave him a pity smile.

“Let’s go, yeah?” I tell him.

We walked out of the classroom and into the corridor. I noticed Lana leaning against lockers with two other girls from the dance squad. She gave me a glare and her lips turned into a snarl. I gave her a short glance and returned my attention to the boy next to me. He was talking about how Lydia said bye to him. I didn’t have the heart to tell him that she was talking to me, he was so excited. I noticed a couple of men in officer uniform at the adjoining hallway. I grabbed onto Stiles’ sleeve and pointed at the officers.

“Hey, that’s my dad.” He said pointing at the older man, “Let’s go see what their talking about.”

He grabbed my wrist and pulled me down the hallway. We met up with Scott at his locker.

“Hey. Come here.” Stiles said to Scott. Scott curiously looked around and walked cautiously.

“What?” He whispered. Stiles positioned Scott to face his father.

“Tell me what they’re saying. Can you hear them?” Stiles whispered while pointing at the group of adults.

Scott pulled away from Stiles’ grasp and focused into their conversation.

“A curfew,” Scott said causing Stiles’ mouth to gap in disbelief, “because of the body.”

Scott turned to look at us. Stiles released my wrist and threw both his hands up. He made multiple scoffing sounds while looking between us and his dad. I watched in amusement. Scott, being used to this behavior, just gave Stiles a moment to calm down.

“Unbelievable. My dad is looking after a stupid animal whereas the damn killer can hang out, doing whatever he wants!” Stiles says, stroking his chin in annoyance.

“You can’t exactly tell your father the truth about Derek.” Scott tells him. I nodded in agreement.

“Scott is right. We don’t really have any proof that Derek killed the jogger and we can’t give away Derek without giving away Scott.” I tell them. Stiles sighed and scratched the back of his head.

“Well, I need to do something.” Stiles murmured under his breath, “I can do something.”

“Like what?” Scott asked. I looked straight at Stiles.

“We ca-“, Stiles started to speak.

“No. That is a bad idea.” I cut him off, already knowing what he was about to say.

“What?” Scott asked.

“We can find the other half of the body.”

I rolled my eyes and left the conversation to join Lydia and Allison. They were standing at the other end of the hallway, both giving Scott glances. I sighed as I made my way over to the girls. Lydia smiled as she saw me come closer. She held out her hand for me to grab, closing the distance between us.

“I was introducing Allison to the players on the Lacrosse team.” Lydia said with a hint of mischievous undertones.

“How nice of you. Trying to set her up with someone?” I sarcastically asked looking at her and Allison. Being friends with Lydia for so long, you start to pick up her ulterior motives. I noticed Greenberg a few lockers down, trying to listen into the conversation. Well I think it is Greenberg. Everyone knows who he is, but nobody seems to know what he actually looks like.

“I just think we should help her with social connections.” She replied. I shook my head and smiled.

I noticed Stiles walking by and waved him over. He excitedly joined the group when he saw Lydia.

“Hey.” He said trying to lean back into the lockers cooly, “Hey Lydia.”

She ignored him and stared at me with rage. She nodded her head to the side, indicating that she is leaving. Stiles stared at her in awe as she walked by him.

“Come-on lover boy.” I tell him as I dragged him along towards the gym, “Bye Allison!”

I was getting a snack from the vending machine, while talking to Lydia on the phone. We were currently at Beacon Hills Hospital for Jackson’s checkup. I told her I was going to get food, but only found my favorite snack to be in a vending machine 4 floors above the waiting room. I pressed the code for it only to have it to be lodged between the glass and the spring.

“Oh you got to be kidding me.” I said.

“What?” Lydia asked through her Bluetooth.

“The last one got stuck.” I groaned in annoyance.

I ranted about the poor luck I have, cursing under my breath.

“Hold on, give me a second.” Lydia said before I heard a click. She put me on hold. I growled and went for the snack on top of the one I pressed. Luckily it had worked, now I had two snacks. A Reese’s cup and my favorite flavor of chips.

I took the elevator down to the waiting room. My abdomen was sore from dance practice earlier this afternoon. Lana made me do planks each time I made a mistake on the routine, even though we are just learning it.

I hung up the phone as I reached the floor Lydia was waiting on. On my way there, I noticed Stiles with a sour face while reading a magazine about the menstrual cycle.

“Nice.” I said to him pointing at the magazine he was reading. He blushed and placed it on his lap. I tossed him the Reese’s and he barely caught it after fumbling it a few times.

“You okay?” I asked concerned.

“Yeah. Scott is checking out the morgue.” He replied with a nod. “You?”

“Jackson’s arm check-up.” I told him, taking a seat next to him.

I opened the bag and began stuff my face, “So, do you enjoy reading about ovaries in your spare time?”

He began to choke on his on saliva. His words began to crash into each other, so he just sat there opening and closing his mouth. He let out a small, higher octave, “No.”

“I’m just joking, relax.”

He relaxed for a few seconds, then tensed as he notice Jackson entering the hallway. Lydia got up and walked towards her boyfriend.

“He said not to abuse it but one shot won’t kill me.” He said shaking the prescription medicine bottle.

Lydia got closer to Jackson. Their faces only a few inches apart.

“You should take one before the game too. The pros do it all the time. You want to be a little high school amateur? Or do you want to. Go. Pro?” She said closing in on his face.

I scrunched my face in disgust, witnessing my best friend and brother make-out in the middle of a very public place. I looked over at Stiles with sad eyes. He looked away from the awful scene and looked back into the magazine. I patted in shoulder in remorse. The couple seemed to have forgotten about me, and left the hospital doing who knows what. Actually, I do know where they’re going and what they are about to do, but I’d rather not imagine it.

Scott took the magazine away from Stiles and whispered, “The smell was the same.”

“You sure?” He replied, getting overly excited. He stood up from his chair and grabbed Scott’s shoulder.

“Yes!”

“Wait.” I interrupted, “Did you smell a dead body?”

Scott looked over to me and deadpanned.

“Yes.” He repeated, but much quieter.

“So he did bury the other half on his property.” Stiles analyzed the new information.

“Which means we can prove he killed the girl.” Scott added.

“What. No.” I rejected.

“I say we use it.” Stiles said ignoring my interjection. Scott looked between us as if we were the miniature angel and devil on his shoulders. He slowly looked towards Stiles, I let out a huff.

“How?”

“Are you doing this because you want to stop Derek or because you want to play the game he said you couldn’t?” I asked, unsure whether Scott is doing this out of rebellion.

“There are bite marks on the legs, (Y/N). Bite marks.”

“Okay!” Then we’re going to need some shovels!” Stiles excitedly said clasping his hands together.

We’ve been hiding behind massive trees for almost an hour. Scott and Stiles were keeping an eye on the Hale house. I was in charge of holding the shovels. I looked out into the woods with boredom. The dead body they were looking for was the same one from few nights before. I felt her spirit cry. Before I dozed off to sleep, a car engine turned on. I can assume that Derek left his property.

“Wait, something’s different.” Scott whispered. He walked into the open, Stiles trailing closely behind him.

“Different? How?” Stiles asked.

I try to catch up with all three shovels in my arms. The shoes I was wearing was not made for the outdoors. I internally started crying because of the Louboutin are getting dirty. My heels were sinking into the wet dirt. I caught up to the two boys as they circled around a fresh patch on the ground.

“Here.” I said handing them their shovels.

They took the sticks and started to dig.

“I don’t know. Let’s get this over with.” Scott said.

I walked up onto the porch and sat at the edge so my legs dangled. I played on my phone and secretly taking pictures as they teared up the yard.

“You know, you could help us dig.” Stiles said to me.

“I could, but every company needs a supervisor to have things run smoothly.” I replied taking another picture. It was of Stiles scoffing and Scott taking a moment to relax.

“You’re not even supervising!” He groaned.

“I’m doing one better. I’m capturing moments we have together.” I said taking a selfie with both in the back, “Scrapbooking is my hobby.”

“Let’s keep going, he might come back.” Scott said throwing his shovel back into the dirt.

“If he comes back from doing whatever he is doing, what do we do?” I asked, leaning on the old wood.

“Then we get the hell out of here.” Stiles said nonchalantly, continuing to dig.

“Well what if he catches us?” Scott asked.

“I have a plan for that.” Stiles replied.

“Which is?” I questioned, amused.

“You run one way, I run the other. Whoever he catches, which will be (Y/N), too bad. No offense.” Stiles said looking at me for a second with a shrug.

“I hate that plan!” Scott said. He didn’t like putting others in danger, especially someone he considered as a friend.

I smiled at Scott’s rejection. I large shriek came out of nowhere and I quickly covered my ears. It was the spirit. Her crying became louder as they dug closer to her body. It gave me a migraine. The boys were too busy to notice my behavior as they freaked out over the wolf’s dead body. My necklace burned my collarbone, begging to create the portal to the City. I wanted to help the spirit, but I couldn’t expose myself in front of Scott or Stiles. I opened my eyes to see Stiles following a trail of rope covered in tiny purple flowers. The wolf transformed into the upper half of the girl from the woods.

“Oh shit.”

I was back in my room. It was a few hours after calling the police. I paced around my room. I needed to go back to the Hale house and send her to the City. It was nearly 4 in the morning. No doubt that police officers would be patrolling the area for Derek, and I could be caught easily. The necklace scarred my collarbone. My head piece taunted me. Sighing, I grabbed the gold ring and raced out the door.

There was no lights near the Hale house. My bare feet squished the freshly dug dirt. The spirit was all alone. It seems like she was tied to the spot. I check the surroundings before enlarging my scythe then placed my head piece on. My tattoo peeled off my back replacing it with wings. I swung my scythe in a circle, opening the portal. The spirit looked up at me.

“To the very end. I will walk with you, hand in hand, in another life.” I chanted then held out my hand for the spirit.

She reluctantly took my hand and floated up. I guided her towards the portal and nodded. She entered with a nod. I give it a few seconds before cutting the portal in half with my scythe.

Today was the first lacrosse game of the season and that also meant the first time the dance team will be preforming. We’ve been practicing before school, during lunch break, and after school until its way past dark. To say the least, we we’re ready for tonight. Since uncovering the rest of the body, I haven’t talked to Scott or Stiles. I was a bit sad about that, but tonight I’ll be able to watch them play and hopefully talk to them then. During lunch, Lana distributed the uniforms. The top was a tight, white long sleeve with an open back that tied at the bottom. It had a maroon BHHS patch over the chest. There was an option whether to order a skirt or shorts, I opted for the shorts. It was a maroon, high-waist shorts with decorative buttons on the side. I was pumped. Lydia couldn’t help but to smile at my excitement. She was coming to the game with Allison.

It was half an hour before the game started and the bleachers were already filling up. The dance team was in charge of getting the crowd excited for the players to come out of the locker room. We shook our maroon pompoms in the air while jumping to the beat of the music being played through the speakers. Some of the members went up into the stands and brought students down to dance with us.

I notice Allison and Lydia waving at me from the bottom of the stands. I jogged over with my pompoms, I let out a loud cheer. Lydia rolled her eyes, but Allison gave me a large smile. A man was standing behind them which I assumed to be Allison’s father.

“Hello, I’m (Y/N), Allison’s friend.” I said freeing my hand from a pom for him to shake.

“Chris Argent. Nice to meet you.” He replied grasping my hand.

“Well. Let’s go sit down.” Allison her father off, “Good luck, (Y/N).”

I wave them goodbye and returned to my squad. They were lining up for the lacrosse players to run under their arms. I joined at the end of one line, across from Lana. She gave me a plastered smile and turned her attention to the stampede running towards us. It would be a lie if I didn’t say getting smacked in the face with lacrosse sticks, repeatedly, hurt. When the last player ran though, I notice all the other girls groan and rub the cheeks. While the players got into a group circle, we got into 3x4x5 formation in front of the stands. The music started and we got into position.

The whistle rang, signaling that the game started. Scott looked like he was about to fight the referee on the spot. Jackson tossed the ball to his teammates. I noticed that he wasn’t passing the ball to Scott, who had an open shot to the goal. Jackson ignored him and took his shot. Luckily, he scored. We cheered. Scott looked over to the bleachers and his face expressed in pain. I followed his gaze and saw Lydia and Allison holding up a sign for Jackson. I let out a deep sigh and returned my gaze to the heartbroken boy. Jackson was close to Danny and another teammate. He whispered something to both of them but Scott heard anyways. I made my way to Stiles.

“Do you think he is going to be okay?” I asked.

Stiles gave me a glance and shrugged.

“He better be, because there is a werewolf hunter 10 feet away from him, and probably ready to take down his werewolf ass.” He replied biting his fingernails.

The coach was screaming at the players to come over to the bench for half-time.

“(Y/N)!” Lana screeched. I ran over to the squad’s mini circle. She was going over the last minute details before we split up into subgroups. There was three songs in total that we were preforming, I’ll only be in two of those since the other one was only for seniors.

Lana, Sasha, Q., and I walked towards the middle of the field. We got into a square formation, heads down and hands clasped together. I was standing behind Lana. Our school was cheering for us and the music began to play. It was a fast paced song and burned my core from rapid movements. The dance was a little risqué, or as Lana likes to put it, “motivational”. The first song came to an end and Q. and I stayed on the field still in the final pose, waiting for the other underclassmen girls to join us for the second song. The performances ended faster than I thought it would. The girls and I were pumped with adrenaline as we watched the seniors preform. We were dancing along in the sidelines, joking around as well.

The second half of the game began shortly after. Stiles was still sitting on the bench and Scott was on the field. My brother was huddled near Danny and some other player. Scott clenched his stick and glared at the group. I saw a yellow glow flash from his helmet. The referee, who was closest to Scott, placed a hand on his shoulder.

“You okay kid?” He ask. Scott nodded his head and shrug the hand off his shoulder.

The referee looked at Scott and shook his head in irritation. He blew his whistle and the game resumed. I picked up my pompoms and nervously cheered for our team with the rest of my squad. I looked over my shoulder and saw Lydia and Allison holding up a “We love Jackson” sign. To my surprise, Scott started to bring his A-Game. He performed as if he was competing in gymnastics at the Olympics. Scott scores and everyone erupted in joyful screams.

“Go Scott!” I cheered him on.

Coach was screaming at the team members to pass the ball to Scott. Jackson went against Coach’s orders and passed it to everyone besides Scott. The other team got a hold of the ball and started to make way to the goalie. Scott rushed over and blocked the opposing member’s path. He let out a small growl and glared at the poor boy. He reluctantly tossed the ball to Scott, confused by what he just saw. I groaned at Scott’s behavior as everyone else cheered. He scored again, tying the scores. Scott does his gymnastics routine with the ball. He moves all the way to the front of the opposing team’s goal, but abruptly stops.

“You can do it Scott!” My squad mates and I yelled.

He shoots and obviously scores. He drops his lacrosse stick and gloves. We all run onto the field to congratulate our team. Scott rushes away, off the field and I notice Allison trailing behind him. I push my way through the crowd, losing sight of the two. I did notice his best friend though. He was at the bleacher’s side, talking to his father. I grabbed the back of his jersey and appeared at his side.

“Hello sir.” I said to his father, “I’m (Y/N) and I would like to borrow Stiles for a bit.”

The sheriff nodded with a curt smile. I led him towards the school doors.

“If Scott wolfed out, which I am pretty sure he did, then Allison is in trouble.” I said as we speed walked towards the locker room.

I saw the tall girl walking towards the showers and stepped into the room. I was yanked back by Stiles. He trapped me between his arms and looked into the room. He watch the two kiss and focused back to me. He noticed the state we were in and immediately fumbled away.

“I –er, um, yeah,” Stiles stumbled out incoherent words just as Allison walked out. She lifted an eyebrow but didn’t say anything. We watched her leave through the same doors she came in. We walked into the locker room where Scott had a big grin on his face.

“I kissed her.” Scott said in a daze.

“Yeah, I saw.” Stiles said, happy for his best friend.

“She kissed me.” Scott replied.

I scoffed, “I didn’t see! Stiles trapped me in the hallway.”

Stiles ignored me, but flushed, “I saw that too. Pretty good huh?”

“I don’t know how but I controlled it! I pulled it back! Maybe I can do this. Maybe it’s not that bad.” Scott said excitedly.

“Yeah we’ll talk later then?” Stiles asked. He was about to leave us, but Scott noticed Stile’s chemo signals change.

“What?”

“The, er medical examiner looked at half of the body we found…” Stiles started to say.

“And?” I asked, crossing my arms.

“Well, let’s keep this simple. The medical examiner determined the killer was an animal, not human.” Stiles said, he looked at our confused faces, “Derek human, not animal, Derek not the killer.”

“So he was let out of jail.” I finished pinching the bridge of my nose.

“Are you kidding?” Scott groaned.

“No, and there is a bigger problem. My dad identified the dead girl, both halves. Her name was Laura Hale.”

“Hale?” Scott screamed.

“He was married?” I questioned, surprised.

“No. His sister.” Stiles corrected.

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