Chapter 25; Deal

*Optimism is the faith that leads to achievement. Nothing can be done without hope and confidence.*

--Helen Keller

I entered the hallway and frowned when I saw Scott in his lacrosse gear. Jackson had him pinned against the lockers. I rolled my eyes and walked over catching the phrase Girl Scout, steroids and drugs.

*Bang* My fist made a dent in the locker next to his head, I glared pointedly, I had not meant to do that.

"I suggest you buzz of, Jack-ass." I say then add, "Lidia is my friend and I don't wanna hurt her boyfriend so suck it up and scram, or your brains are paste." I grinned like the Chessire Cat, my eyes glinting with mischief. Jackson backed up his heart beat accelerating, Scott shot me a worried glance before staring at Jackson.

"Are you the one selling him his drugs?" He accuses.

"What? You say ya can't handle a little competition so ya opp to think that Scotty boy does drugs and isn't this good through sheer training?~ Oh my I didn't know we had a pussy cat in the school, let alone a jealous one." I hummed, placing both of my hands over my cheeks acting shocked and dropping my bag on the ground. Jackson's eyebrows twitched as he backed up.

"I'll figure his secret out, both of yours." He says and walked away. I slung my bag over my shoulder opting to glare at Scott.

"Scotty boy, why are you in lacrosse gear? I said we'd be training your control." I say as my eyes softened. I walked to the broken locker and opened it up, cringing at the pictures of unicorns, rainbows, pink, pink, pink and more pink. I slammed the locker shut, shuddering. That was way to much pink whoever owns this locker really has psychic problems. Or she's just a lot more girly than I. I turned to Scott again he crossed his arms.

"I want to participate, if I can't control it now then you can do whatever you want to do. But lemme do this please. " He begged giving me puppy eyes. I made a sour face and looked anywhere except for his face. Dang it, soft spot uncovered!

"..... fine. But I'm putting you through hell after this." I grumbled throwing my hands up in frustrated passion. Stomping off to the bleachers and grabbing a really unwilling Stiles who had had seen everything and hid behind the corner,with me. I plopped down and gave the playing field a look that suggested murder. I knew what was happening what will happen and how to prevent it but I wanted Scott and Stiles to have a little more pressure on them otherwise neither would be able to survive.

"Come on, Khaleesi please don't make me sit here, I have to do research remember?" Stiles begged.

" Shut up, Mieczyslaw, you can do that later." I say.

" Please don-",I shot him a look," I'll shut up now." He mumbled running his hands through his hair. I watched as Scott stood first line after warm ups, I leaned forward interested to see if what I know will actually accur do to my existence. Jackson bent down and threw an insult at Scott, a low rumble shook through my body making Stiles scoot away. Scott charged as soon as the coach blew his whistle, I shot to my feet as Jackson raised his stick and well Scott went tumbling, or so I thought. I blinked rapidly as Scott slipped under the lacrosse stick, and threw the ball into the net.

"..... did that just happen?" I ask to no one in particular, tilting my head.

"Ah, yeah, I believe so." Stiles says having risen to his feet a look of disbelief written across his face, okay maybe my existence has one heck of a butterfly effect. The coach blew his whistle five times calling absentees whilst the few parents that were here shot the coach killer gazes.

"AGAIN!!" He yells. What. The. Actual. Cruelty? What's wrong with the man! How is this a fowl?! I call IDIOCY! I stomped my foot down using minimal strength like a spoilt brat, flopping down and crossing my arms. Stiles continues to stare, unmoving clearly shocked as well. I narrowed my eyes and watched closely. Scott got back into position and so did Jackson. Jackson this time insulted Scott's idiocy to get a fowl and a howl of laughter broke out amongst the boys. Scott's eyes slowly turned gold. I sighed. I really hoped that luck would be at my side, but oooh no! I apparently used it up on the night of my death! I sat forward once more concentrating. Scott charged and slammed his shoulder in Jackson's, I moved without thinking and was on the ground in a hearts beat, just as Scott scored and bowed his head removing his helmet, I rushed over ignoring the stares of the men wanting to flick a certain finger but knowing I had a lot of grown ups behind me I held Scott up and motioned for Stiles to follow, who did as I ordered. We entered the locker rooms and Scott pushed me back surprising me with the sudden force.

"GET AWAY!" He shouts. I stared as Stiles backed up hitting the wall. Scott's eyes turned a bright Amber and he charged at me growling in a very obvious distaste. I rolled my eyes as I came to my senses, my hand shot up and I grabbed his head.

"Stiles. Grab the extinguisher." I say. He scrambled and fumbled before he pointed the pipe and Scott and fired the fumes at the poor dog, I jumped back disgusted but grinning. Scott grabbed his head and fell onto a bench behind him.

"Khaleesi? What happened?" He asks.

"Ya lost the bet, that's what." I say placing my hands on my hips smiling.

"And you nearly killed us." Stiles butts in.