♡ 𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 ♡
𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘦𝘯

chasing dreams and girls

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

SCOTT MCCALL let out an audible sigh as his sneaker fell into a puddle of muddy water, staining the white laces and splashing mud all over his jeans.

"Where are we going?" He asked Stiles Stilinski, who led him out to the forest unknowingly.

The boy answered discreetly. "You'll see."

"We really shouldn't be here." he reminded his best friend. "My mom is in a constant state of freak-out from what happened at the school."

Stiles turned his best friend, still tramping through the woods. "Well, your mom isn't the Sheriff, okay?" He turned back to the walkway. "There's no comparison, trust me."

"Can you at least just tell me what we're doing out here?" Scott whined which caused the human to finally give in.

He shoved his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket. "Fine." Stiles began." When your best friend gets dumped-"

Scott interrupted him. "I didn't get dumped.. we're taking a break."

Stiles rolled his hazel eyes. "All right, well, when your best friend gets told by his girlfriend that they're taking a break.." he turned to face the werewolf and helped up a bottle of Jack Daniels. "You get your best friend drunk."

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Setting the bottle of half-empty whiskey down, Stiles stared up at the starless sky. "Dude, you know, she's just... one girl." he paused. "There are so many .. there are so many other girls in the sea."

Scott stared helplessly at his best friend, making a mental note to make fun of him later. "Fish in the sea."

"Sea?" the Stilinski queried, "Why are you talking about fish? I'm talking about girls." he exhaled slowly. "I love girls. I love them. Especially Latina ones with brown hair, brown eyes, 5'6.."

Scott quirked a brow at his best friend and grinned slightly. "Like Dallas?"

"Yeah, exactly." he readjusted the position of his head. "Hey, how did you know who I was talking about.. about... What was I talking about?" he grinned before slapping the floor next to him. "Hey, you're not happy. Take a drink." he picked up the alcohol and offered it to Scott.

The werewolf shook his head. "No, I don't want any more."

The Stilinski placed the bottle back down. "You're not drunk?"

"I'm not anything."

"Hey, maybe it's like.. maybe it's like.. not needing your inhaler anymore. Maybe you can't get drunk as a wolf." he paused. "Am I drunk?"

"You're wasted." Scott sighed.

"Yeah!" Stiles sang loudly. He attempted to fist bump the boy was left hanging. "Come on, dude. I know it feels bad. I know it hurts. I know." he knitted his thick eyebrows. "Well, I don't know. But I know this! I know that as much as being broken up hurts, being alone is way worse."

Scott gave him a confused look as Stiles spoke through slurred chuckles. "That didn't even make any sense. I need a drink."

He attempted to grab the whiskey but a thick hand pulled it away. "Well, look at the two little bitches getting their drink on."

"Give it back," Scott demanded.

"What's that, little man?" the older boy taunted. "I think he wants a drink."

"I want the bottle."

Stiles sobered up pretty quick as he glanced at the intimidating group of guys. "Scott, maybe we should just go."

"You brought me here to get me drunk, Stiles." he glared up at the men. "I'm not drunk yet."

The older boy took a swig of the whiskey as the werewolf rose to his feet. He stood inches away from the highschooler. "Give me the bottle."

The man shook his head smugly - but that was before Scott's eyes glowed a golden brown. "Give me the bottle of Jack." his nails begun to extend from his palms. Stiles watched from the floor with a look of concern plastered across his face.

"Scott?"

The highschooler anxiously passed the werewolf the bottle of whiskey, his hands shaking as did the liquid inside. Scott swiped it from his grasp before slamming it against a nearby tree.

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The school bell alarmed the students of the new day. Dallas, Lydia, and Allison all made their way down the halls of Beacon Hills High.

"It's just weird. Everybody's talking about what happened the other night and nobody knows it was us." Allison clutched her books tight to her chest as she spoke to her best friends.

"Thank you for the protection of minors." Lydia thanked nobody-in-particular.

"Guys, do you think I made the wrong decision?" Ally asked her best friends, who shared a look before disclosing their own opinions.

Dallas knocked her head to the side. "About that jacket with that dress? Definitely." Lydia snickered at her best friend. Allison rolled her eyes and nudged the brunette.

"You know what I mean."

Lydia scoffed harshly. "Scott locked us in that classroom and left us for dead." she clenched her jaw. "He's lucky we're not pressing charges or making him pay our therapy bills."

The students poured into the classroom as they all prepared to take their tests. Mr. Harris gently threw the paper's on their desks before beginning to speak.

"You have 45 minutes to complete the test." he stood in front of the large class. "25% of your grade can be earned right now by simply writing your name of the cover of the blue book." he leaned against the pedestal. "However, as happens every year, one of you will inexplicably fail to put your name on the cover and ill be left yet again questioning my decision to ever become a teacher. So let's get this disappointment over with." he clicked the beeper on his desk. "Begin."

Scott struggled to focus as the full moon drew closer. The words muddled in front of his eyes while all the noises around him seemed to be at a blasting volume.

Dallas Garcia was completing her quiz - rather easily, - until she saw Scott McCall dart up from his seat and out of the room, Stiles Stilinski following shortly after.

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After Scott's panic attack in the bathrooms, lunch passed by without much action. It wasn't until Lacrosse practice that Scott could sense the chaos raging.

After being made co-captain for the lacrosse team and Stiles making temporary first line, the two made their way to the field.

"Are you not freaking out? Im freaking out." Stiles smacked his best friend on the arm with joy.

McCall shrugged. "What's the point? It's just a stupid title." he sighed. "And I could practically smell the jealousy in there."

Stiles smacked the boy again, this time on the chest to stop him mid-walk. "Wait, you smell jealousy?"

The werewolf furrowed his eyebrows. "Yeah... it's like the full moon's turned everything up to 10."

The Stilinski stayed silent for a few seconds before letting his mouth and thoughts run wild. "Can you pick up on stuff like, I don't know, desire?"

"What do you mean, desire? Like sexual desire?" Scott scoffed.

"Yeah, sexual desire." he listed. "Lust, passion, arousal."

Scott caught on fairly quickly and rolled his honey-toned eyes. He noticed Dallas at the end of the hall, pent up in her cheer uniform and talking to Danny.

Stiles noticed what he was thinking and shook his head. "What? No, in a general, broad sense. Can you determine sexual desire?"

"From Dallas to you?" Scott tried to hide his knowing puppy smile, but it was failing to work.

"Wha - Dallas? Where'd you get that from?" Stiles avoided his look.

"You basically admitted it while drunk."

The Stilinski boy eventually gave in. "Fine, yes, from Dallas to me." he sighed heavily. "I just need to know if I have a chance with her, okay? I've been crushing on her since third grade, but I always thought she hated me. But now... I'm not so sure."

"Why don't you just ask her?"

Stiles gave him a dumbfounded look. "Well, to save myself from utterly crushing humiliation. Thank you, Scott." he pleaded. "Okay? So, please, can you just go up and ask her if she likes me? See if her heartbeat rises or pheromones come out."

"Fine." Scott inhaled sharply and made his way over to the cheerleader.

"Oh, I love you. I really do."

Dallas had been laughing at something Danny had said before Scott had grasped her attention. "Hey, Dallas? Can we talk for a second?"

She sent him a confused look but nodded to Danny, who left shortly after. "Uh, sure, Scott. What's up?"

They made their way to the coach's office as the werewolf shut the door behind him. "If this is about what I said the other night, I was tired. It probably was Derek."

Scott shook his head slyly. "No, no. I just needed to ask you something." he glanced up at her face as she innocently awaited his response. "Do you.. do you know if Allison still likes me?"

Dallie frowned and patted him on the shoulder consolingly. "Of course she still likes you. She hasn't stopped talking about you all day."

"Really?"

"Mhm. Asking if she made a mistake." She hummed. Scott's demeanour seemed to change as he took that the wrong way. He thought Allison thought he was a mistake - not their breakup. "Anyway, I have practice. I'll see you on the field.

She turned to leave but Scott pulled her back by her wrists. He placed his lips roughly on hers as Dallie's eyes widened. The brunette shoved him back and planted a slap across his face. Scott stumbled back as tried to compose himself. Dallas glared his way before storming out of the office.

"I don't know what kind of girl you think I am, McCall - but I would never do that to my best friend, ever."

Slamming the door behind her and brushing the fabric of her uniform against her lips, she marched the field and tried to erase the icky feeling that had dawned over her moments before.

Scott reached the field, planting a seat on the benches as his best friend attacked him with questions. "Hey, what happened?"

"What?" the werewolf mumbled while fumbling with his lacrosse stick.

A fine line appeared between Stiles's eyebrows. "What do you mean, What? Did you ask her?" he ranted. "Did she say anything? Did she say she liked me?" he couldn't stop the erratic beating of his heart. "Did she imply that she liked me?"

"Yeah." Scott looked up. "Yeah, she likes you. In fact, she's totally into you."

While the werewolf thought what he was spewing was a lie - it actually wasn't. Stiles silently cheered beside him. Scott's face morphed into a sadistic look as stared out onto the field.

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Scott McCall readied himself as he moved to the front of the line. The team was practicing goal shots and as Co-Captain, he had to look his best.

"Let's go, next!" Coach Finstock blew his whistle. The werewolf picked up a ball with the pearly net of his lacrosse stick and listened to Stiles's mumble in his ear.

"Scott, you okay, dude?" he patted him on the shoulder. "Look, I know we just got good news and all, but there's still seven hours till the full moon, okay?"

"McCall! Let's go!" Finstock yelled to the boy, who charged to the goal but was knocked down to the ground by two other players. The two boys bumped helmets before regaining their position.

Finstock chuckled at the boy's tumble and stood over him. "Guess some people don't appreciate your new status there, McCall." he looked up to Stiles. "Who's next? Let's go."

Scott flipped himself to his feet and grasped his stick from the floor before he stormed to the line. "You have a problem with that, Bilinski?" Coach taunted.

"What? Yeah, no." The human tried to run forward but was roughly shoved back into the line by Scott with his lacrosse stick.

"That's it, McCall! That's the spirit!" he yelled at the top of his lungs, so much so that the veins bulged from his neck. "You earn it!"

He picked up the ball once more and waited for the whistle to blow. Once it did, his eyes struck a blinding yellow before he charged towards the players. He knocked the two defenders to the ground and headed straight for the goalie - for Danny.

They both grunted as they hit the rough grass and watched as their teammate was about to receive the same treatment. Scott swatted Danny in the face with his lacrosse stick as the Garcia's best friend fell to the floor.

"Oh, man, did you see that?" One player commented as everybody gathered around him.

"Danny!" Dallas heard Jackson yelp from across the field. She saw the crowd that surrounded his body and dropped her pompoms, sharing a look of concern with Jackson from across the field. He nodded soundly, signaling that the boy was okay but then gestured to Scott McCall.

Her blood boiled at the mere sight of it. First, he attempted to shove his tongue down her throat not a day after his breakup with Allison, and now, he had just assaulted her best friend.

"Dude, what the hell are you doing?" Stiles furrowed his eyebrows at Scott who showed little to no remorse.

"What? He's twice the size of me." he excused lazily.

A paramedic ran to the player's body, "Come on, break it up."

"Yeah, but everybody likes Danny," he mumbled as he watched the paramedic carefully remove the helmet. Blood had soaked up in his mouth and stained his lips.

Scott seethed awfully. "I don't care."

Dallas pushed her way through the crowd and stood beside Jackson. "Oh my god, Is he okay?" she asked the paramedic who responded instantly.

"Yeah, it just looks like a bloody nose."

Jackson caught her attention as he seemed to glance at her a little too long. "What?" she turned to him.

"Your lipgloss." he noticed how it was smudged across her mouth a tad. She ran a finger across her lip and wiped it away.

"Oh, uh. Yeah, I don't know how that happened." She shared a sour look with Scott who seemed to ignore her. Who didn't ignore it though, was Stiles Stilinski.

"Yeah, I'm sure you don't." Jackson rolled his eyes.

Stiles' heart had shattered on the grass below as he connected the dots, slowly but surely. A few moments later, his face contorted with hatred and betrayal. He knew exactly what his best friend had done.

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