Hey guys:)
First attempt at a Fan Fiction but there weren't enough Derek/Scott Slash out there so i thought i would contribute so others can have more:)
Please review, criticism WELCOME!
Oh and please excuse spelling and grammatical errors, my computers corrections broke:/
Enjoy!
Scotts POV
His eyes trail down my body taking in my body, taking a step forward reaching one arm around my waist pulling me towards him. Knee to knee, groin to groin, chest to chest.. Lips leaning towards Li-
"SCOOTTTT!"
I open my eyes, then close right away. Jeez mom give me a break its too bright, too early... I look at the alarm clock, 7:28.
Crap. I have to be at Lacrosse practice at eight.
"SCO-"
"IM UP MOM" i screeched back.
I huffed and sat up in the bed, well tried. In doing so i noticed my, err "Situation".. "Ughhh" I groaned, I hadn't planned on taking a shower, but i guess i have to now, unless i want to go to practice with a raging boner.. Oh yes, that would be a great idea, i would never hear that one down, Jackson would have a blast with that.
I stripped, and got into the shower, turning it onto the coldest setting there was. Damn you Derek, damn you. Obviously i didn't mean that but if it wasn't for him well.. i wouldn't be in here, freezing my balls off, and making me run later then i already am..
It took me 15 minutes to get the "situation" calmed down and under control, i threw random clothes on and my lacrosse gear and sprinted out the door yelling a quick goodbye to my mom.
Times like this i wish i had a car, not for the speed because with all the werewolf strength i could beat Jacksons Porsche on my bike in a street race any day. Not that i would but back to the point, i could of blamed it on a flat tire, or an empty tank, but no, no excuses for Scott.
I arrived in the locker room at 7:59, i made it to school but i have approximately 36 seconds until i have to be on the field and dressed. Shit.
I hastily changed into my gear and was about to put my last piece of clothing into my locker when Jackson comes and slams into my locker crushing my finger, trapping them in the locker from the knuckles down. I shifted my body weight in front of my locker curling around the caught fingers stuck in my locker, hiding them from view, moaning in pain.
"Come on McCall, running a little late huh?"
I growled back at him "Back off Whittemore"
"Ooh Grumpy too what's wrong haven't got any action, turned a little sour" he mocked and then turned away jogging out to the field.
I felt my vision blur, the deep brown irises shifting in to gold, nails into claws.. I hated Jackson, the cocky dick head, who just happened to be my Co-Captain.
"Scott! Scott!" i heard Stiles yell as he shook my shoulder. "Shake out of it man"
I regained my thoughts, though now its never because of thinking of Allison..
"You okay man?" asked Stiles
"err yeah im good.." i shook, i re-did my combination releasing my bloody fingers from the locker, back to Stiles. It was a deep wound, the metal crushed through the muscles and tendons, i could even see dents in the bone, it hurt like hell, but i knew it would heal in a few minutes, i shoved the glove onto my hands and turned to Stiles
"You okay bro?" Stiles questioned.
"lets just go" i demanded already walking out to the field, not even waiting to response, i didnt bother showing him the wound, he's super squeamish around the sight of blood, and besides, like i said before, It will heal.
I walked through the halls exiting the locker room, trying to the hustle to the field, i stopped to check the clock on the wall. 8:11. Late. For the second day in a row. Coach is going to kill me. I started jogging again only to be pushed into a empty classroom. Shoving my body against my attackers, as i was pressed against the shut door of the dark classroom, i was greeted.
"Hello Scott"
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Okay so im gonna end it here, for now PLEASE REVIEW i want a least 1 review per chapter, i know that sounds stupid but i want to hear your feed back, im gonna try to update tomorrow, since im on summer break WOOOOO:) Well hope you enjoy
-Maeg