Scott stretched his arms, letting out a bored yawn as the bell rang, signaling the end of another dull class. He wasn't exactly the type to sit quietly in class and pretend to be interested in algebra. As he slung his backpack over his shoulder, he caught sight of Allison gathering her things a few rows away. He smiled to himself. It was time to turn on the charm.
He walked up to her. "Hey, Allison."
She looked up, her face lighting up with a smile. "Oh, hey, Scott."
"Do you have any plans after school?" Scott asked, leaning against the desk beside her, his tone confident but friendly.
"Not really," Allison replied, curious. "Why?"
"Well," Scott began, "I was wondering if you wanted to watch me play lacrosse. You know, no big deal or anything, just me running around, being slightly better than everyone else on the field." He gave her a playful wink.
Allison raised an eyebrow, amused. "Lacrosse? I've heard of it, but I don't really know what it is. Is it like... soccer?"
Scott laughed softly. "Not quite. It's kind of like field hockey but with sticks that have nets at the end. Honestly, it's the only game people care about here." He leaned in a little, lowering his voice as if sharing a secret. "It's pretty boring, if you ask me. But I thought I'd give it a try. Who knows? Maybe I'll surprise myself."
Allison laughed at his nonchalant attitude. "You're playing, but you think it's boring? That's... interesting."
"I like a challenge," Scott shrugged, his smile widening. "And if you're there, maybe it'll be a little less boring."
Her cheeks flushed slightly at the compliment. "Alright, Scott McCall. I'll come and watch. But only if you promise to give it your best."
Scott grinned, pleased with the answer. "Deal. I won't let you down."
As they parted ways, Scott couldn't help but feel a spark of excitement.
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Later, Scott and Stiles found themselves in the locker room, suiting up for lacrosse practice. Scott was already halfway into his gear when Stiles started rambling.
"Are you seriously going to abandon me on the bench?" Stiles groaned, pulling his jersey over his head. "I mean, come on, dude! Who am I supposed to talk to while Jackson prances around, acting like he owns the place?"
Scott smirked, adjusting his shoulder pads. "You could always try, I don't know, watching the game?"
Stiles shot him a look. "Watch the game? Who does that? I'm there to offer my sarcastic commentary and snide remarks about Jackson. Plus, you know, moral support for my best friend. But if you're on the field..."
"Relax, Stiles," Scott said, his tone teasing. "I'll still be around to make fun of Jackson with you after the game. Besides, you might actually enjoy watching me kick some ass out there."
Stiles scoffed. "Oh, I'm sure I will. But just so we're clear, if you couldn't make the cut, I will not be your moral support."
Scott laughed. "Don't worry. I've got it under control."
Thanks to his dominion over his abilities, Scott had full mastery of his wolf powers—even in a high-stress situation like a lacrosse game. He wouldn't need to hold back much, but he wasn't going to show off too much either. Just enough to make sure Jackson knew who the real alpha on the field was.
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When they stepped onto the lacrosse field, Scott's eyes immediately found Allison in the bleachers. She was sitting next to Lydia, who looked disinterested, as usual, but Allison? She was watching him. That alone was enough to make Scott want to push himself a little harder.
"Hey, Scott," Stiles whispered, nudging him as they headed to their positions. "Allison's totally checking you out."
Scott smirked. "Of course she is. I'm a catch."
"Whoa, someone's confidence has definitely leveled up," Stiles teased. "I don't even recognize you anymore."
Scott shrugged. "What can I say? Things change."
Jackson, already on the field, spotted them from across the way and sneered. "McCall, try not to embarrass yourself out there. This isn't like running through the woods with your loser friend."
Scott didn't bite. Instead, he simply gave Jackson a calm, knowing look, the kind that spoke volumes without a word. Jackson wasn't even on his radar.
The whistle blew, and the game began. Right from the start, Scott could feel his senses heightening. The sound of the ball whipping through the air, the pounding footsteps of his teammates, the murmur of the crowd—it all came to him in sharp detail. But with his control, it wasn't overwhelming. It was empowering.
Scott moved effortlessly across the field, his enhanced speed making it seem as if he was gliding past his opponents. He kept his strength in check, making sure not to draw too much attention, but it was clear to everyone that something was different about him. The way he handled the ball, the way he dodged defenders, the way he effortlessly scored goal after goal—it all left the crowd in awe.
"McCall's on fire!" Coach Finstock yelled from the sidelines, barely able to contain his excitement. "That's it, McCall! Keep it up! Show them how it's done!"
From the bleachers, Allison cheered along with Stiles, clapping every time Scott made a play. Lydia, on the other hand, was visibly upset. Her eyes flicked between Scott and Jackson, clearly annoyed that Scott was outperforming her boyfriend.
By the end of the game, Scott had scored more than half the team's points, leading them to a decisive victory. As the team gathered on the field, high-fiving and celebrating, Coach Finstock approached Scott, clapping him on the back.
"McCall, that was incredible! I'm making you co-captain with Jackson," Finstock declared, as if it were the highest honor he could bestow.
Scott, still breathing steadily, shook his head. "Thanks, Coach, but no."
Finstock blinked in confusion. "No? What do you mean, no?"
"I mean, I'll be captain, or I don't play," Scott said confidently, his eyes flicking to Jackson, who was glaring at him from a few feet away. "Jackson can be captain when I'm not on the field. But when I am, I lead."
The coach was taken aback for a moment, but after seeing Scott's performance, he couldn't argue. "Alright, McCall. You're captain."
Jackson fumed, his face twisted in anger, but Scott didn't even spare him a glance. His eyes were on Allison, who was walking down from the bleachers toward him.
"Scott!" Allison called out, her smile bright as she approached him. "You were amazing out there!"
Scott grinned, feeling a surge of pride at her words. "Thanks. I told you I'd try to make it interesting."
Allison laughed, her eyes shining with admiration. "You definitely did. I've never seen anyone play like that."
"Well, I had some extra motivation," Scott said smoothly, his tone flirtatious.
Allison blushed slightly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Well, I'll have to come to more games then."
Scott chuckled. "I'd like that."
As they stood there, the crowd dispersing and the sun setting behind them, Scott felt like he was on top of the world. He had Allison's attention, his team's respect, and full control of his abilities.
But deep down, Scott knew that this was just the beginning. There were bigger challenges ahead—supernatural forces, dangerous enemies, and the responsibility that came with his powers. But for now, as he basked in the glow of his victory and Allison's smile, he let himself enjoy the moment.
After all, he had plenty of time to deal with the rest.