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LAST NIGHT'S EVENTS STILL HAD SCOTT SHUDDERING.
              Derek Hale was the one in his room, and he had threatened Scott to not play on the lacrosse team on Sunday or that he would kill him. 
              The next morning Scott had told Coach that he couldn't play—not that Scott thought that Coach took him seriously.
              Now, he was in Algebra class with Lydia Martin, both of them answering a mathematical equation on the chalkboard.
              "Why is there a rumor going around that you're not playing tomorrow?" Lydia snidely questioned, making Scott shrug. "'Cause I'm sort of not." He sighed, tapping his chalk on the board.
              "I think you sort of are—especially when you brutally injure my boyfriend by ramming into him." Lydia pursed her lips, continuing the equation. "He brutally injured himself ramming into me." Scott corrected, gaping at the strawberry blonde as he stopped writing.
              "Jackson's gonna play tomorrow...but, he's not gonna be at his peak...and, I prefer my boyfriend at peak performance." Lydia looked Scott up and down before a faux smile lifted her lips, but Scott raised an eyebrow, not entirely caring about what Lydia wanted, "Okay?"
              "I date the captain of the winning lacrosse team. And, if they start off the season losing, I date the captain of the losing team. I don't date losers," Lydia explained, narrowing her eyes at Scott.
              "Losing one game isn't gonna kill anyone. In fact, it might even save someone..." Scott muttered. 
              Lydia, not liking this answer, returns to her work on the blackboard before quirking an eyebrow, "Fine. Don't play. We'll probably win anyway. Then, we'll go out after, like we were planning, and I'll introduce Brie to all the hot players on the team. I know her type, after all, I'm her best friend," Lydia smiled at Scott, pleased with the panicked look he sent her.
              And then Scott McCall and Stiles...whatever his last name is, can stay home, surfing the 'net for porn." Lydia smirked, dusting off her hands and walking back to her seat once she finished the equation.
              Scott tensed, groaning at Lydia's threat. "Mr. McCall, you're not even close to solving your problem..." The teacher stated, crossing his arms.
              "Tell me about it," Scott whined.
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STILES AND BRIETTA GLANCED AT NOAH STILINSKI ACROSS THE CORNER OF A SCHOOL HALLWAY, but they couldn't hear the conversation he was having with two other officers.
              Twin sighs left both of their mouths before they looked at each other, but, as they did, their faces almost smacked together due to how close they were. Brietta could feel Stiles breathing against her lips, and she stared into his eyes before clearing her throat and looking away, just in time to see Scott walking down the hall in their direction.