He looks at Lydia again. "Hm? Oh, yeah, Danny said the same. I mean, he's possibly planning to actually make my life worse, wouldn't be the first time, but I don't think he'll succeed if so, and maybe I'm just that charming. And anyway, I mentioned to him that the latter option was more altruistic but less politically healthy, he said it wasn't likely people would have problems with his diversity projects from school when trying to find dirt on him in the future."

There goes the whistle.

There's Jackson's smug face.

There's McCall, doing it again.

"I don't know if he was planning on that, exactly. Jackson likes to be the best at everything he does, so if you've convinced him this a priority, he might be sincere. It's just his priorities have been grades and lacrosse, so far."

Ade's definitely watching the game now. "Then I suppose the, uh, 'me being very charming' hypothesis is winning," he says without looking at her.

"I suppose."

She glances at the field.

"You seem thoroughly charmed by our upstart. I'll never understand Scott McCall's appeal to-"

She shrieks.

There goes Scott McCall, knocking Jackson's smug face to the ground.

He bounces back from the impact easily, and then crouches on all fours.

His teammates surround him, and the coach rushes to his side.

Stiles, meanwhile, runs to Scott.

Um.

That was. Pretty strong. Wasn't it.

"I take it this is not normal?" he asks in a soft voice.

"Lacrosse games are violent, most people don't maim their captains during practice!"

She runs onto the field to Jackson's side.

Allison looks concerned, but stays on the sidelines.

"Scott? Scott!"

"I can't control it Stiles, it's happening."

Ade might notice that he's having trouble enunciating. Poor thing.

"What, right here, now? Alright, come on, get up."

The two start half-walking, half-stumbling toward the locker room.

...well he probably has a good excuse to—

"I'm gonna see what I can do to help," he says to—whoever was still there—and hurries away.

There's also this guy standing like a creep, next to the bleachers on the opposite side.

He's probably not Ade's priority, though.

No. No he is not.

Ade makes sure Stiles and Scott are making their way to the locker room and beats them to it.

Then he'll hear them as they round the corner and come through the door.

"Come on, here-"

He stops.

Scott is moaning and growling incoherently, bent over as he walks in.

"What are you doing here? Get out, look, I'll explain later, just go."

Yeah okay that cinches it—of all people, of all places—

"If he is a werewolf I strongly recommend you get out, actually," he says, trying to insert himself between them before this turns—worse.

It looks to be getting worse!

"Stay away from me!"

He growls as he shoves Stiles away from him.