Brietta leaned forward on the bench while Coach ran toward Scott. "My grandmother can move faster than that. And she's dead. You think you can move faster than the lifeless corpse of my dead grandmother?" mocked Coach and Brietta practically felt the anger coming off Scott.
              Scott turned to Brietta and she widened her eyes as she stared into his yellow ones. "Turn that off. Put those away." Brietta urged, whispering in hopes that he would hear her. "Yes, Coach," Scott assured through gritted teeth, nodding at Brietta to let her know that he heard her and was trying to calm down.
              Scott got up and ran towards the line-up as Coach chanted with a sarcastic smile, "McCall's gonna do it again! McCall's gonna do it again!"
              Scott rushed towards Jackson and shot the Whittemore teenager onto the ground, earning a wince from everybody, especially Jackson as he hit the ground with a heavy thud. 
              Scott crouched down on the ground in agony as everyone except Brietta and Stiles ran to huddle around Jackson. Brietta and Stiles shared worried looks before running towards the werewolf. "I can't control it. It's happening."
              "What? Right here? Now? Come on, get up. Come on." Stiles and Brietta both helped Scott up, dragging him towards the boys' locker room but not before Brietta caught Derek watching them from a distance. 
              Scott's breathing got heavier as the trio walked into the locker room. The werewolf crouched on the floor, eyes glowing while the two humans tried to calm him down. "Get away from me!" roared Scott, his fangs showing.
              Brietta and Stiles both fell back in shock before they ran behind a locker. Scott, however, jumped onto the locker, growling. The two staggered away from the locker, trying their hardest to run toward the door.
              However, Scott was faster. He jumped down from the locker, almost landing on Stiles until Brietta intervened. She pushed Stiles away, resulting in  Scott inadvertently landing on top of Brietta, slamming them both onto the ground.
              As they fell to the floor, Brietta hit her head on the ground,  leading to immediate pain and a ringing sensation in her ears. Scott snapped out of his stupor a second after she winced.
              "Brie?" Scott's voice came out with a gentle tone while the ringing in Brietta's ear lessened. "What happened?"
              Despite the initial shock and pain, Scott helped Brietta to her feet, though she winced in pain as she got up. 
              Brietta rubbed the back of her head as Stiles narrowed his eyes at Scott, "You tried to kill us." 
              Scott sighs and looks guilty as Stiles walks over to him, "It's like I told you before—it's the anger, it's your pulse rising. It's a trigger."
              Scott huffs a quiet, exhausted laugh, "But that's lacrosse. It's a pretty violent game if you hadn't noticed."
              Stiles' voice is firm when he responds, "Well, it's gonna be a lot more violent if you end up killing someone on the field." Stiles sighs deeply and looks Scott in the eyes, "You can't play Saturday. You're gonna have to get out of the game."
              Scott immediately tries to protest against this, "I'm first line—."
              Brietta shook her head, smoothing out her hair, "Not until we can figure out how to stop you from wolfing out."
              However, as the trio all shared a look, one thing ran through their minds; What if Scott never figures out how to stop?
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