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CHAPTER FIVE
SECOND CHANCE AT FIRST LINE
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MIA SAT ON THE bleachers during lacrosse practice as she had nothing better to do that afternoon. She listened to Coach Finstock yell at the team, and it got to the point where Mia started a tally for the number of times he singled out Greenberg.

She added another tally to the group when Greenberg was sent to do laps. Mia let out a small laugh at Coach's voice as he shouted at Greenberg to move faster, although she pitied the boy who was the main focus of Coach's insults.

She watched as Coach had Jackson practice one on ones with the team, and sighed when he made Scott go up against him. Her heart dropped when she saw Scott get knocked to the floor by the team captain. Mia felt her nails dig into her palms as she tried to control her anger, but she was unable to stay calm.

The brunette couldn't hear a word that was spoken on the field, and kept her glare focused on Jackson in hopes that he would burst into flames under her gaze. She noticed Coach talking to Scott, and knew that he was probably insulting the boy because of his performance that day.

"McCall's gonna do it again!" Coach shouted for the entire team to hear. "McCall's gonna do it again!"

Mia tore her gaze from Jackson as Scott adjusted his grip on his lacrosse stick before charging forward. The McCall boy rammed his body into Jackson's and Mia's heart dropped when she saw the way Jackson was clutching his shoulder.

Scott is going to hurt someone.

Derek's words echoed in her head as she watched her best friend fall to his knees. His hands reached for the sides of his helmet as Stiles ran toward him and grabbed his shoulders. She watched as her twin led Scott off the field and away from the team before tossing her notebook in her backpack and rushing off the bleachers.

Mia was about two feet from the bleachers when a hand wrapped around her wrist and tugged her body back, causing her to stumble. She whipped her head around to find the familiar face of Derek Hale standing with his hand around her wrist.

"Why the hell are you here?" Mia demanded before trying to tear her wrist from his grip. "Shouldn't you be hanging out in your house and not stalking a group of sophomores?"

"He lost control out there," Derek's tone was harsh as his grip on the brunette's wrist tightened.

"Can you let go of my wrist before you wind up bruising it?" Mia glared at the werewolf, who rolled his eyes at the teenage girl's words. He let go of the girl's wrist before continuing to speak.

"He can't play in the game this weekend."

"He just made first line," Mia rubbed her wrist as she looked at the brunet. "He's worked so hard for this."

"You can't let him play," Derek kept his voice low as he looked at the teenage girl. "You just saw a fraction of what he could do when angry. Imagine him on Saturday when he's playing. What would happen if he goes too far and hurts someone else?"

Mia was silent as she thought about what Derek was saying before realizing that her brother was in the locker room with her angry werewolf best friend.

"He won't hurt anyone because that's who he is," Mia turned away from the older werewolf and began to walk toward the school in hopes of finding her brother.

Derek stayed silent as he watched Mia walk away from him with a determined look on her face. He had a strong idea of what could have happened in the locker room, and knew that by pulling her aside, she wouldn't have to see her best friend try to kill her brother.

Mia broke into a sprint as she got closer to the building, and hoped that her twin had handled the situation. She pushed the doors of the building open before finding the boy's locker room door wide open, her two closest friends inside.

Stiles stood next to a fire extinguisher while Scott was sitting on a bench, forehead coated in sweat.

"What happened?" Mia asked as she entered the room, a nervous look on her face.

"He tried to kill me," Stiles explained as he looked toward his twin. "You can't play on Saturday. You have to get out of the game."

"But I'm first line," Scott's eyes met Mia's, and he was glad she hadn't been in the room when he lost control.

"Not anymore."

"We'll work on this," Mia sat down next to Scott and wrapped her arm around his shoulders. "But I don't think it would be safe for you to play this weekend Scott."

The three teens looked at each other as they realized how messed up this was, and it had all started with a stupid bite.

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Mia pulled her Nerf gun from under her bed and prepared to take her shot when she heard Stiles start to video chat their best friend. He had one of their many blasters pointed at the camera when she entered his bedroom with a smirk on her face. With a small laugh, she shot the darts at her twin's head, causing the boy to let out a cry of protest.

"Mia!" Stiles whined as he tossed a dart back at her.

"Stiles!" Mia mocked before pushing his chair over so she could be seen by the camera.

"What'd you find out?" Scott asked, causing the twins to put down their plastic guns with a frown.

"Well it's bad," Stiles started before Mia nudged his shoulder. "Jackson's got a separated shoulder."

"Because of me?"

"Because he's a tool." Stiles reasoned as Mia rolled her eyes.

"He's a dick, that's why." Mia softly smiled at her best friend, whose face fell at the news.

"Well, is he gonna play?"

"Well, they don't know yet. Now they're just counting on you for Saturday." Stiles gestured toward the monitor while Mia played with the dart that was on the desk.

She heard Scott sigh in defeat and her heart fell. Mia knew how badly he wanted to play first line for the team, but it was almost like the world was against that dream.

When she finally looked up, the brunette noticed a familiar leather jacket in the corner of her best friend's room. She poked her brother's shoulder and they both stared at the figure with nervous expressions.

"What?" Scott asked as their screen began to freeze.

"Type something," Mia whispered as she stared at the figure standing behind Scott. Their screen froze on Scott's confused expression, which didn't help Mia's nerves in the situation.

Stiles typed out the next part of his message when the screen unfroze, causing Scott to look at his screen more closely.

Mia heard Scott get tossed against a wall before their call disconnected, leaving the Stilinski twins in a state of shock.

"Who was that?" Stiles asked as he turned to his sister.

"I'm like seventy eight percent sure that was Derek," Mia began to tap her fingers on the top of her thigh in a repetitive rhythm.

"Derek as in Derek Hale?"

"No, Derek as in Derek Hough," Mia responded in a sarcastic tone before tossing a dart at her twin's forehead. "Dumbass."

"Yes because a famous dancer would obviously be in our best friend's room."

"You're the one who decided to ask if it was Derek, not me." Mia rolled her eyes before grabbing her phone and texting Scott.

TO: Scoots McCool

are you okay???

if Derek hurt you, I'll kill him

Ten minutes later, she got a text from Scott saying that he would talk to her in the morning and not to worry about him. With a sigh, Mia made her way back to her room and laid down on her bed, silently praying that tomorrow would be better.

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Mia sat down in her geometry class and sighed as she looked at the assignments written on the board. She couldn't stand the class, especially since her brother and best friend had a different class this period. Her only saving grace was the shy boy who sat in the desk on her right, Isaac Lahey.

He was normally quiet, but he knew how to make the brunette laugh on days when she would walk into class with a bad attitude. The boy didn't have real friends other than the Sheriff's daughter, but she was enough for him.

"Hey," Mia turned to look at the curly haired boy, who was writing down the problems in his notebook. "How're you doing?"

The boy looked up from his notes and faced the brunette with a small smile on his face.

"I'm okay," he whispered as he adjusted the sleeves of his jacket so they covered his wrists. "Just a bit tired."

"You're playing in the game tomorrow, right?" Mia asked as she started to write down the equations from the board with her purple pen.

"I don't know if Coach's gonna play me," Isaac said with a frown as he tugged at the sleeve of his coat. "But I'll be there."

"Good," Mia smiled to herself as the boy looked at his notebook. "You know I'll be there cheering you on, right?"

Isaac nodded as the corners of his lips pulled into a small smile. He knew that although he wasn't her best friend like Scott McCall was, she would always be a friend to him.

"Miss Stilinski, Mr. Lahey," their teacher called out, causing the duo to stop their small conversation. "Is my class interrupting your conversation?"

Isaac apologized to the teacher before tapping Mia's wrist so she wouldn't mouth off and get detention for doing so.

"Sorry," Mia mumbled before writing a small message to Isaac on the corner of her notebook.

Can you help me with this before the test? I'm lost.

Isaac shook his head with a small smile before nodding to the brunette, who let out a sigh of relief.

"You are an angel Isaac Lahey," Mia meant to whisper her words, but they came out a bit too loud.

"Miss Stilinski, if I have to speak to you again, I will be seeing you in detention."

"Sorry," Mia apologized before turning to Isaac and stifling a small laugh at the boy's exasperated expression.

The two teens were somehow able to keep themselves quiet for the rest of the period before leaving the classroom in a hurry.

"I'll text you later so we can plan a time for you to explain this all to me, okay?" Mia clutched her books close to her chest as Isaac nodded in response. "I'll see you tomorrow!"

She left the curly haired boy in favor of her partners in crime, who were standing next to the stairwell near the principal's office.

"Hey losers," Mia greeted, only to be shushed by both boys, who seemed to be listening to the conversation happening outside the office. "Is that dad? Why's he here?"

"Mia, shut up," Stiles placed a hand over his twin's mouth, momentarily silencing the girl, only to have her lick it. He pulled it away from her face and dried his hand on his pants, calling her gross under his breath.

"Curfew because of the body," Scott whispered to the twins, causing them to simultaneously let out agitated groans.

"Unbelievable," Stiles complained as he moved away from Scott. "My dad's out looking for a wild animal, while the jerk-off who actually killed the girl is just hanging out, doing whatever he wants."

"We don't know if it was Derek for sure Sti," Mia nudged his arm with hers as she looked toward their father. "That's just an assumption."

Her words were ignored as Scott started talking.

"Well, you can't exactly tell your dad the truth about Derek."

"I can do something," Stiles spoke as he looked from his twin to his best friend.

"This isn't going to end well," Mia mumbled under her breath.

"Like what?" Scott asked as he looked at Stiles, silently praying that this idea wouldn't get them in trouble.

"Find the other half of the body," Stiles suggested, causing Mia to bounce on the balls of her feet with excitement.

"Are you kidding?"

"Yes, Scott," Mia sighed as Stiles walked away from her and Scott. "Obviously Sti and I aren't going to go and look for the other half of the body without you. That's why you would come with us."

Mia watched as Scott's attention was drawn toward some people talking in the hallway and sighed as she saw who it was. Allison Argent. The girl seemed friendly enough, but it irked Mia that her best friend had become infatuated with this girl so quickly. He started to walk away from Mia, who just sighed as he started to talk to Allison. With a roll of her shoulders, Mia prepped herself for the rest of the school day, praying that it would end soon.

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Mia raced her brother up the stairs of the McCall house, tripping him as they reached their best friend's bedroom. There was a loud thud as he hit the floor, which caused the brunette to laugh before she hopped onto her best friend's bed.

"You found it!" She exclaimed as her twin ran into the room.

"What did you find? How did you find it? Where did you find it?"

"He's had a lot of Adderall," Mia spoke from her place on the bed with an amused smile. She moved so that her head was resting on one of Scott's pillows while her legs were behind the teenage werewolf.

"I found something at Derek Hale's," Scott explained as he laced up his lacrosse stick's net, which had been torn apart by Derek earlier that afternoon.

"What?" The twins asked in unison before giving each other a strange look.

"There's something buried there," Scott looked toward Stiles as he explained. "I could smell blood."

"That's totally awesome," Mia smiled at the idea before Stiles gave her a look. "Actually that's really bad, terrible."

"Whose blood?" Stiles asked as Scott returned to lacing up the net.

"I don't know." Scott stood up from his bed, causing Mia to groan as she sat up. "But when we do, your dad nails Derek for the murder. And then you help me figure out how to play lacrosse without changing because there's no way I'm not playing that game."

Mia stood up to follow the boys out of Scott's bedroom with a sigh, praying that Derek Hale was wrong with his warnings. She knew Scott, he couldn't hurt a fly.

The trio hopped into Roscoe, and Mia begrudgingly took the back seat so that they could get to the hospital quicker. They drove for about ten minutes before pulling into the parking lot and entering the hospital with a single goal in mind, have Scott smell the corpse and see if it's a match.

Stiles and Mia wished him good luck before going to sit in the waiting area, only to find Lydia Martin sitting there.

"Hey Romeo," Mia nudged her twin as she watched his jaw drop at the sight of the strawberry blonde. "Your Juliet awaits."

Mia watched as Stiles made a fool of himself in front of Lydia, only to find out that she hadn't heard a word he said, which led to Mia taking the vacant seat next to the girl.

"Hi Lydia," Mia greeted with a kind smile, "I'm guessing you're here for Jackson."

Lydia smiled at the brunette before nodding, glad to see a familiar face in the hospital.

"Have you heard anything about his injury?"

"They said that he should hopefully be good to play Saturday, but like I told your boyfriend, he won't be at his best."

"Boyfriend?" Mia asked with a confused expression as she heard Stiles stifle a laugh from behind her.

"Scott?" Lydia spoke the boy's name as if it was the most obvious answer in the world. "Aren't you two dating?"

"No," Mia's cheeks flushed at the idea of dating her best friend. "He's my best friend, and I know he likes Allison."

Before Lydia could make another comment, Jackson walked into the waiting room, causing the strawberry blonde to stand from her seat.

"Did he do it?"

"He said not to make a habit of it, but one cortisone shot won't kill me," Jackson explained as he rubbed his shoulder.

"You should get one right before the game too," Lydia's words obviously agitated Jackson, whose demeanor became colder at her words. "The pros do it all the time. You want to be a little high school amateur or do you want to go pro?"

Lydia pressed her lips to Jackson's, causing Mia to roll her eyes at the girl's actions. It was easy to see the facade the strawberry blonde had created if anyone took the time to examine it. She pretended to be this airhead, but in all reality, Lydia Martin always was the most observant and intelligent person in the room.

Mia waved goodbye to Lydia before moving next to her brother, who was reading a pamphlet about the menstrual cycle.

"Nice choice in reading Sti," Mia pushed the pamphlet away from his face before sitting in the chair next to his.

She jumped at the sight of her best friend, who confirmed that the scent of both the cadaver and whatever at Derek's house was the same.

"So he did bury the other half of the body on his property." Stiles stood up from his seat.

"Which means we have proof that he killed the girl," Scott reached down and helped Mia up from her seat as he spoke.

"I say we use it," Stiles started to walk toward the door, leaving his twin and best friend in their place.

"How are we doing this?" Mia asked with a confused expression on her face.

"Tell us something first," Stiles pulled Mia next to him so that Scott would have to see both of their faces as he answered. "Are you doing this because you want to stop Derek, or because you want to play in the game and he said you couldn't?"

Mia brought her eyes to meet Scott's and she prayed that his answer would be to stop the killer, but in her heart, she knew he wanted to play in the game more than anything.

"There are bite marks on the legs Stiles. Bite marks."

"Let's go get some shovels and flashlights," Mia pulled the boys out of the hospital as she prayed that they were making the right decision.

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Author's Note

Hey everyone! I hope this chapter finds you well! As I'm writing this, I have finished my last week of senior year, which is really bittersweet. I'm happy that I was able to update this week, and if all goes well, maybe I'll finish episode two this week! Remember to comment and vote because that always helps with inspiration!

- Daniella

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PUBLISHED: May 19, 2020

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