Chapter 4

“Come on Silver! Where are you?”

Silver tried to hold his breath as he curled himself in a ball. He tried to silent his sobs as he wiped away his tears quickly, hoping that if he stays silent they will just go away. “Don’t run now Argent! We know where you are!” He heard their voices and an arrow flew by him landing in the tree next to him.

He quickly picked himself up as he ran between the trees ignoring the voices following him. A twig snapped behind him causing him to look but he missed a branch making him fall on the floor.

He knew he was defenseless as he looked up to see their smirks staring down at him. “Let go of me!” He screamed as two of them spread his arms apart and held him down. “Stay still.” The last one told him aiming Silver’s bow at him, “On the count of three. One, two,” Silver closed his eyes looking away.

“Three.”

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Silver is distracted by the voices in his head as he walks down the steps in school. He tried to keep his mind off the reoccurring nightmares but he just couldn’t shake the fact that the memories still scarred him and now with Scott, he just didn’t want to mess anything up.

Silver glanced up to see Scott at the end of the staircase making a smile appear on his face. “Hey.” He said meeting him at the last step. “Hey.” Silver looks down to see his phone in his hand, “Busy?” He asks.

Scott looks at Silver confused making him point at his phone and Scott nervously stammers out a response, “No, no, it’s just, uh, my mom. She’s nothing.” Silver frowns, and Scott, realizing he misspoke in a way that sounded really mean, tries to backpedal to make up for it, which comes out even more awkward. “I mean, it’s nothing. Uh, I’m never busy for you.”

“I like the sound of that.” Silver chuckles, “I have to run to French class, but I wanted you to know that I’m coming to see you play tomorrow.” Scott’s eyes widen in surprise and smiled alarm at this news, “You are?”

“And we’re all going out afterwards– you, me, Lydia, Jackson, Allison… It’s gonna be great. Tell Stiles to come, too.” Silver quickly says before brushing past him as he says goodbye, “Uh, save me a seat at lunch. I gotta go!”

The bell rings, and Silver quickly rushes to his locker, spinning the combination lock until he can open it to grab his stuff for his next class. However, he immediately frowns at the sight of something in his locker and reaches out to grab it.

“What the hell?” He mutters holding the jacket he wore to Lydia’s party. Silver is clearly unnerved by the appearance of the jacket he had misplaced and he anxiously looks around to see if anyone is watching him, though he doesn’t see anyone.

Just then, the late bell rings, scaring him so badly that he literally jumps and clutches his chest with the same hand holding the jacket. He sighs when he realizes that it’s nothing to be afraid of and sighs as he returns her jacket to the locker and grabs his notebook.

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“McCall, Martin. Go to the board.” Lydia and Scott both go up to the board and start to walk on the math problem. “Why is there a rumor going around that you’re not playing tomorrow?” Lydia glances over to Scott, “Cause I’m sort of not.”

“I think you sort of are.” Lydia tells him, “Especially when you brutally injure the team captain and my boyfriend by ramming into him.”

“He brutally injured himself ramming into me.”

“Listen Jackson will still play tomorrow but he won’t be at his peak. I prefers him at his peak performance. I dates the captain of the winning lacrosse team and if they start the season losing, I dates the captain of the losing lacrosse team. I don’t date losers.”

“Losing one game isn’t going to kill anyone.” Scott says getting almost in Lydia’s face, “In fact, it might even save someone.”

Lydia finishes the problem facing Scott, “Fine! Don’t play. We’ll probably win anyway. Then we’ll go out after like we were planning, and I will introduce Silver to all the hot players to all the hot players on the team. I’m sure they will be willing to admit their sexualities after meeting him. And you, Scott McCall, can stay home surfing the net for porn.”

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“Allison where are you taking me?” Silver questions as his twin sister drags him over to Lydia. He hates that smirk Allison has on her face knowing that she was planning something – something that could get him in trouble.

“This is Silver, Allison’s twin brother.” Lydia says as soon as Silver and Allison both walk up to her. The lacrosse player reaches out his right hand to shake Silver’s and the two smile at each other. “Hi. Nice to meet you.” He says to Silver.

“He’s the new guy. He just moved here.” Lydia says to him. “Oh, how do you like it?” The lacrosse player asks him. Silver doesn’t answer causing Allison to speak up, “We like it.” She says nudging Silver in his ribs causing the boy to look up, “Yeah, it’s pretty nice.”

Silver glances around hoping to get out of the conversation only for a smile to grow on his face when he sees Scott walking towards them. “I’ll see you guys later tonight. Good luck at the game.” He calls out and breaks away from Allison and Lydia.

“So, Lydia’s introducing you to everyone?” Scott asks as he tries to hide how jealous he is. Silver just smiles, oblivious to what is going on. “She’s just being so unbelievably nice to me. I mean I get Allison is my sister but that doesn’t mean you have to be friends with me.” Silver laughs awkwardly rubbing the back of his head.

“I wonder why.” Scott mutters under his breath. “Maybe she gets how much being the new kid can suck.” Silver tells him tightening his arms around his jacket in his arm. Scott looks down and notices Silver holding his jacket he was wearing at the party. “Where did you get that?” Scott quickly asks shocked.

Silver simply shrugs and looks at Scott, “My jacket? It was in my locker. I think Lydia or Allison brought it back from the party, they both have my combination—”

“Did they say they brought it back, or did somebody give them the jacket?”

“Like who?”

“Like Derek?”

“Your friend?” Silver asked confused. “He’s not my friend. How much did you talk to him when he drove you home?” Scott asked him causing Silver to frown. He fidgets as he rubs his arms his scars mentally burning, “Not much at all.”

“What did you say?” Scott asked him making Silver take a step back now weirded out on how Scott is acting. “I… I gotta get to class.” Silver takes a step back as Scott reaches out for him, “Silver-”

“No I really have to go…” He whispers before rushing away without another word.

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“I’m not being weird about this am I?” Silver asks as he looks up to see his twin sister in the mirror, “Like he’s acting strange. I have a good reason for not talking to him for almost a day.” Allison sighs as she watches her brother struggle to find an outfit. Her eyes linger on his scars that scatter his arms and her fear for him continues to grow.

She remembers visiting him in the hospital and him just staying silent.

Allison gets off his bed as she hands him a maroon sweater and he gives her a thankful smile putting it on. “You’re not in the wrong Silver. But maybe he’s just nervous?” Allison tells him as Silver grabs a box near his desk and pulls out a framed photo.

“Or do I just have bad luck?” Silver asks as he empties out the box, “I finally meet a guy I really like who isn’t in the closet and I screw it up.” Silver mutters as he smiles at the framed photo of him and Allison together. “I’m the reason, right? I mean hey, a guess any guy is better considering my last boyfriend used me to get to you.”

“Silver-”

“Can I just be alone for a minute?” Silver asks Allison causing the girl to walk off. Silver quickly changes into the sweater as he combs his hands through his hair. He walks over shutting the curtains to his window as he grabs his jacket and hat for the game tonight when he heard a car squeak outside.

Having heard the commotion, Silver comes outside to see what happened just as Argent grabs Scott by the elbow to try to flip him over. “Dad?” Silver questions seeing his dad crouched in front of Scott, who is grimacing in pain. “What the hell are you doing?” He yells at his dad as he assumes he just tried to hurt Scott.

Argent, realizing how this looks, stammers anxiously as he tries to explain, and Silver crouches down to place a comforting hand on Scott’s arm. “H-he came out of nowhere, Silver.” Argent defends himself.

“Are you trying to kill him?” Silver looks at his father with an incredulous expression. “No, no, of course not! He just-he just ran out into the driveway.” Argent defends himself against his son. Argent also doesn’t want to upset Silver in anyway so he lets his son try to help Scott.

“I’m sorry. It’s my fault, I’m sorry.” Scott says in an apologetic tone. Silver looks at him with concern and puts his hand to his face, brushing back his hair with his fingers, “You okay?” He asks with a soft smile. “Yeah. Y-yeah, I’m fine. I swear. Sorry, I hit your car. I was just coming to say “hi.””

Argent, unsure of what is really going on and clearly concerned about his son’s feelings for Scott, looks at the young man with a slightly suspicious expression, “You sure you’re okay?” Argent reaches out a hand, and he and Scott each grip the other’s forearm so Argent can help him to his feet, with Silver putting his hand on Scott’s back to support him.

“Yeah. Yeah, completely.” Scott says as he now tries to get himself out of the now-awkward conversation, “Uhhh, I should go.” Silver once again reaches up with his right hand and brushes Scott’s bangs away from his face. “I’ve got a lacrosse game to get to.”

Silver lets his hand drop, and Argent, looking back and forth between Silver and Scott and seeing the obvious romantic tension between them, gets a conflicted look on his face. However, Scott’s attention is completely on Silver.

“You’re still coming, right?” Silver laughs as he looks at him flirtatiously. He scratches the back of his neck, glancing up at Scott, “If you’re okay with that?” Silver asks. “I don’t even know why I asked. I – I’ll be there.”

“We both are.”

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“Silver! Allison!” Both Argent twins look up to see Lydia walking up the stands. Allison stands up letting, Lydia sit in the middle of the two as she introduces herself to their father. Lydia looks over to Silver as she bumps his shoulders, “You look nice.” She says causing Silver to smile before Lydia talks to Allison.

A moment later, the ref blows his whistle, and the players set off into the first play of the game, with Jackson easily scooping up the ball and making his way down the field, with Scott and the rest of the starting teammates following him to back him up. Scott runs quickly down the field and holds up his stick to indicate to Jackson that he’s open for a pass, but instead, he passes to player #26.

Meanwhile, on the bench, Stiles continues to anxiously gnaw on his lacrosse glove as he watches the game progress, groaning when Scott is clearly purposely ignored by his teammates. “Mmm, come on!”

#26, once again ignoring Scott, tries to pass to another player who was better guarded than Scott, who was wide open; the player misses the catch, and a member of the opposing team catches it instead and runs the opposite direction down the field, leaving a frustrated Scott holding his arms out as though to say, “Are you kidding me?”.

Beacon Hills manages to get the ball again, with #20 catching the ball and passing it back to Jackson. However, Jackson gets side-tackled hard, causing the ball to fall out of the net on his lacrosse stick. Scott’s eyes widen in surprise when he sees the ball has fallen onto the grass nearby, and he realizes he has a chance to grab it and actually participate in the game. However, Jackson sees the ball and then sees Scott looking at it, anticipating his next move and rushing towards the ball himself just as Scott lunges to do the same, not wanting Scott to get any glory.

Just as Scott is about to reach the ball, Jackson catches up with him and shoves him aside hard so that he’s able to regain possession of the ball once again. Scott hits the ground with enough force that he rolls several times across the field, and Melissa gasps and covers her mouth with her hands in shock and sympathy. Scott looks furious as he watches Jackson launch the ball into the net, scoring the first goal of the game.

The crowd in the bleachers starts to stand and cheer, while Stiles watches apprehensively, afraid that the unfair treatment towards Scott will cause him to inadvertently shift on the field. Coach, however, is thrilled by the fact that they scored the first goal of the game and screams from the sidelines.

“That’s it, Jackson! Get fired up! Fired up!”

Scott tries to catch up with the others and, finding the effort futile, stops and sighs deeply. In the stands, Melissa is the only one still seated, and she quickly puts together that Scott is being shunned on purpose and has to force herself to stand and reluctantly clap her hands to look supportive towards the rest of the team, making it clear that she’s unhappy with how her son is being treated as well.

Jackson has just high-fived one of his fellow teammates when he catches Scott’s eye from down field and smirks, leaving Scott looking crestfallen. On the bench, Stiles sees this exchange and sighs deeply and dramatically before muttering under his breath. “No…”

Lydia is excitedly cheering in the bleachers, and Silver is smiling and trying to keep up with the game as well. Lydia turns to Silver and grabs him by the wrist as she tries to hype up her friend. She picks up a sign she made and has Silver help her hold it up. The sign reads, “WE LUV U JACKSON” in black and red letters.

“WOOOOOO!” Lydia screams looking at Silver, “Come on!” She tells him causing him to laugh and cheer.

Scott sees Silver cheering Jackson on from the field and immediately gets jealous, which doesn’t escape Stiles’ notice. Stiles grimaces and mutters under his breath again, “Brutal…”

Scott is staring at Silver with a look that seems both betrayed and hurt, and Stiles immediately gets a bad feeling, especially when he sees Scott grit his teeth and run back onto the field, “Oh, this is not gonna be good…”

After the break, Scott is crouched in position with his head down, a low growling noise coming out of his mouth, where his fangs seem to be extended. The referee frowns in concern and confusion as he looks over to Scott.

“You okay, kid?”

Scott, unable to talk out of fear of further transforming, simply nods his head. Jackson catches their brief conversation and watches Scott curiously for a long moment, especially when the referee, who has walked to the center of the field, turns back to give Scott one last confused look. A player from the other team, #43, looks at Scott warily from behind him, clearly disturbed by the low growling sound that continues to come from Scott’s throat to the point where he backs up several paces to put some space between them.

In the stands, Lydia, Allison, Silver and Argent, along with the rest of the players in the stands, are watching the field with intense expressions. Argent leans over to whisper into Silver’s ear. “Which one is Scott again?”

Before Silver can answer, Lydia speaks up for him, though she doesn’t take her eyes off of the field or Scott. “Number eleven – otherwise known as the only one who hasn’t caught a single ball this entire game.”

Silver, whose hand is covered up by the sleeve of his sweater, covers his mouth with it as he anxiously watches his crush on the field, “I hope he’s okay.” Lydia corrects Silver, clearly more concerned with the team’s performance at large. “I hope we’re okay.”

Silver bounces his leg up and down nervously as he watches Scott on the field. “We need to win this.” Lydia says to him. Lydia once again grabs the sign she made cheering on Jackson, which they had taken a break from holding up, and goes to return to raising it in the air, standing to her feet, unlike everyone else in the stands who are seated.

“Silver– a little help, here?””

Silver looks at Lydia with an expression that almost looks irritated before he reluctantly stands to his feet and holds up his half of the sign with his left hand while Lydia does the same with her right, though it’s obvious Silver’s heart isn’t in it when it comes to cheering Jackson on. Silver looks behind Lydia to Allison as he rolls his eyes causing his sister to laugh.

On the field, Scott looks over once again at Silver, and even though it’s obvious to everyone else that Silver is only holding the sign to be nice, Scott’s eyes flash gold again for a brief second before he clenches his jaw and returns his attention to the game.

The players all get into position, and when the ref blows the whistle, the two come to a stalemate, with neither one able to push past the other to grab the ball. The force of having two lacrosse sticks with pressure from opposing sides causes the ball to fly haphazardly into the air, and Scott, finally seeing an opportunity to be active in the game, leaps high into the air, breezing right over the heads of two players ,one from each team, before landing lightly on his feet and running as fast as possible towards the goal.

He deftly dodges the three players from the opposing team who try to tackle him, keeping hold of the ball the entire time causing him to score. Silver smiles as he claps along with the crowd.

Scott continues to duck, weave, and spin around the other players at a speed that is very quick for a human but not obviously supernatural. In the stands, Silver’s eyes widen when he sees him prepare to shoot his shot, and the crowd goes wild when Scott easily throws the ball into the goal. Melissa jumps up and down even more excitedly as she cheers her son on.

Behind her, Silver jumps to his feet at the same time as Lydia and Allison as the girls jump up and down in excitement. “You okay?” Argent leans over asking his son quietly Silver nods as he glances back to his dad. “I’m fine, dad.”

Several other players playfully chest-bump Scott in congratulations for his goal, and as they get into position, Coach, eager to let Scott continue to play at this level and win them the game, starts shouting at the other players to make his intentions heard.

On the field, Jackson is furious and clenches his jaw tightly, making it obvious that he’s unhappy with the attention being on Scott and plotting to once again tip the scales back in his favor. The referee steps up to the two players in the standoff for possession of the ball.

The ref blows his whistle, and the two players stalemate once again for a moment before the opposing team snatches it, with player #43 running toward the opposing team’s goal.

Unfortunately for this player, he gets right into Scott’s line of sight and is horrified when he sees Scott, whose eyes are blazing gold and whose fangs are out as he growls menacingly under his breath. Scared, the player weakly tosses the ball, which Scott catches easily, causing the team to cheer as he runs toward the Beacon Hills team’s goal.

Scott takes his shot, throwing the ball so hard that it busts right through the net of an opposing player’s lacrosse stick net and hits the goal. The score is now 5-5 with thirty-nine seconds to spare in the final quarter. In the stands, everyone is standing and cheering with their arms in the air, and even Argent can’t help but be impressed, especially when he sees how excited Silver is – even if his son tries to hide it.

Suddenly, Scott looks panicked as he stands in the middle of the field, barely concealing the fact that his eyes are blazing gold and his fangs are still extended, seemingly struggling to reign in his Werewolf side. Meanwhile, Coach continues to clap and cheer, oblivious to Scott’s current condition.

“There you go, McCall!”

Coach blows his whistle to indicate that they have agreed that the goal was fair. Scott, still panicking, gets into position on the middle of the field as the referee once again sets up the standoff between Jackson and a player from the opposing team to determine who gets possession of the ball.

Jackson and the opposing player crouch down to stand off for possession of the ball, which ends with the latter winning and running down the field. However, he accidentally drops the ball, which Scott scoops up before running the other way. However, his vision turns red as the transformation into his Werewolf self takes over, forcing Scott to use the very limited control he still has to try to keep himself away from the other players. As a result, he freezes in place, unsure of what to do next as he growls under his breath at a volume that seems to be steadily increasing.

The clock shows that there are seventeen more seconds left in the game, and the opposing players are surrounding Scott in an attempt to regain possession of the ball. In the stands, Melissa has her hands clasped in front of her chin as she murmurs encouragement under her breath.

Behind her, Silver is also staring at Scott intensely as he quietly cheers him on. “Come on, Scott. You can do it. You can do it, Scott.” He whispers encouragement. Silver doesn’t miss the look his dad gives him and Scott. “I thought you would be happy for me.” Silver mutters to him.

“Silver, I am.” Argent says to his son. “No you’re not dad. You are treating this just like you treat everyone who likes me. You want to scare them away because I can’t take care of myself, right? Isn’t that what mom says about me?”

Argent opens his mouth but Silver shake his head as he turns to look back at Scott. “You can do it, Scott. You can do it, Scott.” He whispers as his eyes land on Scott’s jersey.

Scott’s sensitive superhuman sense of hearing allows him to pick up on Silver’s words, which echo in his ears.

“You can do it, Scott…”

Silver’s voice seems to bring Scott back to himself enough to realize that there are only seven seconds left in the game and counting, forcing him to act before he runs out of time.

The goalie for the opposing team seems terrified by the sight of Scott staring at him with his intense gold eyes, and just as two other players from the other team start rushing toward Scott from each side, Scott twists at the waist and puts all of his strength into tossing the ball toward the goal, which flies with such force that the goalie dodges it rather than trying to catch it.

The referee blows his whistle just as the buzzer sounds that the game has timed-out, leading all of the supporters of the Beacon Hills Cyclones to leap to their feet and cheer ecstatically, thrilled to see the final score is 6:5 with Beacon Hills winning the game.

Silver, excited to congratulate Scott on a job well done, runs toward where he had seen him standing and is confused to find that he has vanished in the crowd. He looks around in an effort to find him, and his smile dims slightly in confusion when he sees him running quickly toward the school. Argent, having just made it to the sidelines, stops and watches with interest as Scott runs away, continuing to do so as Silver rushes after Scott to see what is going on, a suspicious and curious expression forming on his face.

“Just let them go.” Allison tells her dad. “He needs this, okay? He brought him up again earlier today and if is brought up than everything is coming back.”

Silver has just walked into the locker room when Scott’s helmet skitters across the floor into his line of sight, causing him to frown in confusion. He runs his fingers through his hair as he stares at the helmet in puzzlement.

“Scott?” He calls out, slowly walking into the locker room, “Are you in here?” Silver can’t help but feel a chill run own his spin as he spots the now broken mirror and glass laying on the floor.

“Scott this isn’t funny. Are you here?” He asks crossing his arms. Silver continues to walk through the dark locker room, looking around to try to figure out where Scott could have gone and why he can’t respond to him. He stops dead in her tracks when he sees the broken glass on the floor, looking up to see that it’s from the mirror that was very obviously punched by someone.

Silver is slightly startled by the sound of rustling overhead and looks around to try to find the source of the noise. He looks up and around him just trying to find Scott. He tries not to panic as he can’t find Scott.

“Come on Silver! Where are you?”

Silver moves so that his back is pressed against the end of a row of lockers in hopes of concealing his presence to any possible malevolent threats in the room. He hears a noise behind his and licks his lips nervously before calling out for Scott again, “Scott?”

Silver looks around the corner of the end locker, but doesn’t see anything except the overhead fans spinning, causing the only source of light to flicker around the blades. He slowly walks towards the showers and tries calling out for him again. “…Scott?”

As he turns the corner to the showers, he finds Scott leaning against the tile wall with his elbows and forearms raised so that he’s bracing himself on either side of his head. He seems relieved when he sees that he isn’t some predator, but is still confused as to what is going on. “Are you okay?”

“Scott.” Silver calls out placing a hand on his arm. Scott turns around making him jump as Silver looks at him with concern. “You scared me. What the hell happened out there? Are you alright?” Silver rambles to him.

“Yeah… Sorry, I-I… just got kind of lightheaded for a sec.” Scott tells him. “Maybe it’s the adrenaline. You were pretty amazing out there.” Silver says as he smiles in excitement. “I’m sorry for acting really weird today.” Scott says to him.

“It’s okay. I can handle weird.” Silver says with a smile. “To be totally honest, you, uh…. make me kind of nervous.” Scott admits to him. Silver acts surprised as he chuckles, “I do?” He asks. Scott laughs along with him as he thought it was obvious, “Yeah. Kind of, like, really nervous.”

Silver can’t help the blush reach his cheeks. “I just… I… wanna make sure I get my second chance.” Scott says to him. Silver looks up at Scott as he bites his lip and nods, “You already have it.” He replies in a soft voice.

Scott smiles widely, and Silver shrugs again, smiling back and speaking in a more playful and flirtatious tone. “I’m just waiting for you to take it.” Silver smirks playfully before turning and walking a few steps away into the light from the window-fan. Scott, now feeling more confident and in control, follows him.

“Well… maybe I need to learn to take more chances…” Scott continues to walk toward Silver until they are only a few inches away from each other, and Silver plays along with Scott’s seductive flirting, looking up at his face again through his eyelashes. “Maybe you do…”

They stare at each other intensely for a long moment before Scott leans forward, closing his eyes as their faces move even closer. Their noses brush up against each other for another pause before Scott kisses Silver. Silver returns the kiss, and they have just finally broken apart slightly when Stiles runs into the shower, his arms and legs flailing about wildly, not realizing what he’s interrupting until he gets into the shower room. He immediately gets a guilty look on his face when he realizes he just crashed Scott’s first real romantic moment with Silver and ducks out of the shower room to give them some privacy.

After a moment, Stiles’ curiosity gets the better of him, and he silently ducks back in to see Silver and Scott making out again, with Silver gripping Scott’s elbow to pull him closer. When they finally break apart again, they keep their foreheads pressed together as Silver laughs happily. He shifts so their noses are now pressed together as well before looking Scott in the eyes with a giddy sort of nervousness.

“Oh, shit. I- I um. I gotta get back to my dad and sister.” Silver tells Scott. He gives Scott one last peck on the lips before turning to leave, causing Stiles to frantically try to act like he wasn’t just watching them make out and failing miserably. Silver stops and stands in front of Stiles as he nods, “Hi, Stiles. Sorry about that.”

Silver walks out of the locker room as he stares down at his phone trying to find his family. He groans as he runs into someone as he quickly stands up, “Sorry.” He mutters passing by a familiar face of Derek Hale – watching him.

“There you are.” Allison calls out spotting Silver. Silver looks up bringing his sister into a hug, “Sorry. I- I talked to Scott.” Argent opens the car door letting his kids in the back as Silver stops and turns around feeling someone staring at him.

“You okay, son?” Argent asks putting a hand on his son’s shoulders. Silver nods as he takes the front seat. “I thought someone was staring at me.”