Chapitre 2: Chapter 2
Those two guys were awkward. They had been walking for ten minutes, and no one of them had spoken a single word to her. It was clear why they didn't have a girlfriend.
"You are not much of a talker, you two," Scarlett said, trying to use her kindest voice.
The two boys looked at each other with nervous eyes, especially Stiles. Damn, if you want to talk, just talk. Scarlett thought, feeling the human blood running fast in his veins.
"We usually talk," Stiles said, nodding his head fast, like to make a point. "We're…umm..." he looked at Scott for a moment like he was trying to find some kind of support. "We're just thinking about the practice."
"Yeah," Scott said. "Today, the coach will decide who is on the team and who sits on the bench." Scarlett looked at them, almost amused. They weren't that athletic, it was easy to see, and they weren't popular, but she pretended to believe them.
"I see," she said, nodding her head.
She felt them shift next to her, and suddenly, Scott spoke, "So, do you like lacrosse?"
No.
"Yes, actually, I like it. It's a…"
A what?
"…an interesting sport. Not so many schools have it as the leading sport." Great, now she had to figure out how that bloody sport worked and pretend she actually enjoyed it.
Scott smiled at her before Stiles took this chance to talk. "Have you traveled a lot? Or is this your first time in a new school?"
Scarlett smiled. "Oh, you can say I am a traveler," she said the first honest thing in all day. She traveled all over the country, had fun, and ate a lot. She never stayed in a single place for too much, too many disappearances. She had to maintain a low profile. Then Scarlett noticed the expressions on the two guys' faces as if they wanted her to say more.
"Because of my mum and dad's work," she said, smiling and showing them her white teeth.
"It must be stressful," Scott said, probably thinking that it could have been a problem for her.
"Sometimes," Scarlett supposed, was the safer choice of words, not a no or a yes. "Sometimes, it feels like they are not even at home," she said, hiding a smirk.
"Scott!" a feminine voice echoed in the corridor, followed by quick steps. The three turned around, and Scarlett saw a girl running towards them. She had long brunette hair and blue eyes, and she was smiling at the two boys next to Scarlett sweetly like they were friends. Do they actually talk to girls without freaking out? How was it even possible?
"Hi."
"Hey, Eve," Scott and Stiles said with smiles on their faces.
"Hi, guys," the girl said, before turning to Scott. "Deaton said that you should come to work a little earlier today, at 6 p.m."
"Thanks," Scott said kindly. "But he could have called me."
The girl smiled. "He tried, but he couldn't reach you. I was his last resource." Scarlett studied the girl, how close she was to the boys, and how she talked to them. She even focused on her heartbeat, which was steady.
Good. She didn't need girlfriends around those two if she had to get closer to them. Girls could be nasty to each other.
"Eve, this is Scarlett," Stiles said, gesturing towards the vampire. "Scarlett, this is Evelyn Davis." Scarlett faked another smile.
"It's nice to meet you," she said.
For a moment, only for a moment, Scarlett felt that the girl was studying her. Her eyes scanned her and then went to the two boys. What was she looking at?
"Nice to meet you," Evelyn said, with a small smile at the end. "Well, I have to go. See you later," she said to the boys before turning again to Scarlett. Bye," she said, turning her back at them and running to her locker.
"She is nice," Scarlett said, turning to the boys.
"Yeah, she is," Stiles said before starting to walk again. "She is Scott's neighbor; we have known her since we were kids."
Danger, jealous friend, we got here.
Scarlett fought the urge to roll her eyes. Dealing with teenagers was exhausting.
They arrived at the lacrosse field, and there they had to take two different paths since the two boys had to change for practice. That encounter was a start, but she had to work more to entrust that two boys. She had to control the puppy and tell Peter everything, and she couldn't take long. The puppy and his friends seemed very close, and not even the girl they knew since forever seemed to be always at their side. What to do?
"Scarlett," Lydia's high voice made her bit her lips. She surely was serious when she said they were now beasties. Lydia was weaving her hand at her, and she would have found an excuse if the Argent girl hadn't been there. Scarlett took a breath before going to sit next to Lydia.
"Finally, you made it," she said. "We almost thought you had run away."
I wish I had.
The practice had been surprising for everyone and boring for Scarlett. Scott had to play, and he did well; no one made a goal on his watch. Looking at how everyone was surprised, even Stiles, who was jumping for joy, and Scott himself, Scarlett couldn't be more sure that he was the puppy she was looking for. When someone received the bite and became a werewolf, their senses evolved, and movement became fast, so it was normal that now Scott was playing like a pro.
Scarlett looked at Allison, noticing how interested she was in the puppy. They already liked each other; how romantic. God, it couldn't ever be more clichéd: the werewolf and the huntress.
"He is so going to make the team," Lydia said, clapping her hands at Scott, forgetting for a moment that she had a boyfriend. Scarlett's eyes traveled to Scott.
"Do they practice a lot?" Scarlett asked.
"Yes, sometimes, even on Saturdays." At Lydia's answer, Scarlett wasn't pleased at all. It would have been difficult to get close to him if he was too busy running after a ball. Her eyes then landed on Stiles, who was still cheering on the bench. He was the puppy's best friend, surely they were like brothers, it was easy to see. And he seemed innocent enough for what she had in mind, but how could she get closer to him?
"I'll go to talk to the coach." She heard a boy sitting next to her saying, "I know that his assistant was a senior. It can give me extra credits."
Or time.
"Sorry, I gotta go," Scarlett said, standing up. "It was very fun." She was heading down the stands when Lydia called for her.
"Wait, give me your number so we can hang out, all the three of us," she said. "And I even have to tell you about the party." Scarlett had to be friends with her; the little Argent seemed like she wouldn't get out of that friendship so easily. So she quickly gave Lydia her number, she had even bought a phone she couldn't believe it, and then she ran to the coach. He was a strange man, not very tall, with crazy black hair and wide blue eyes, and it seemed like he liked to yell a lot.
Peter, you owe me a big one! Scarlett thought, walking to the man.
"Coach," she said with a smile. "Coach."
"Yeah," he said, turning to her. "Who are you?" he asked, confused.
"Scarlett Black, sir," she said. "I was wondering if I could have a word."
"What about, missy?" the coach asked. That man was exhausting.
"About the role as your assistant for the team." At her words, the man laughed, and that made her fangs ready to pop up. Laughing in her face. "I'm sorry, missy. But usually, this work is better for boys. You'll have to deal with these people, make them respect you, like they do with me." She looked over the boys chatting with one another. Yeah, they were clearly respecting him.
"Boys are not a problem" she said but the man didn't seemed convinced "Look I need more credits" she didn't even knew what they were, but she needed that job.
"Like many others." Alright, that was enough. She suddenly made him turn and stared him dead in the eyes. The more he looked, the more he was linked to her, and she had to say that he wasn't even paying much resistance.
"I need this job, and I won't let you ruin my plans, so right now, I'm sure you think that having a girl in the mix would be a wonderful idea to keep this boy on track. And then you'll give me the job." As soon as Scarlett broke eye contact, the man blinked his eyes; then he turned to her.
"You know what," he said, "I think adding a girl in the mix is a wonderful idea to keep this boy on track."
"Oh, coach, this is so unexpected," she said, faking surprise.
"Welcome to the team, Scarlett. Tomorrow morning, come into my office so I can give you the team schedules," he said with a happy smile.
"Of course, sir," she said before turning her back and walking away. Humans were so easy to trick. The charm worked only on humans; they had an easier mind than supernatural creatures. It was easy; all it took was to look the human in the eye and tell him what to do. Unfortunately, it couldn't change their emotions. She couldn't force them to love her, hate her, or something else. She could just order them things and make them believe it was their own decision.
Alright, it was going fine for now.
Suddenly her phone rang and looking down at it she saw an unknown number.
"Hello," she said, bringing her phone to her ear.
"Hey, darling. I've heard you are going to some party on fool moon," she smirked at the voice.
Peter.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
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