Teen Wolf Page #3

read what I assign you?

"Look Homeward Angel".

Scott, it's a book. By Thomas Wolfe.

- Wolfe. Wolfe.

- Scott.

Come on, Scott.

It's a lot simpler than it look s.

OK.

Just try, Scott.

It's wet. You can't go in.

That's wet, too!

Don't change, don't change.

Stay calm, stay calm.

- Little far from you side, aren't you?

- No.

I mean, yes, sir, but the halls were wet.

- Let me see your hands.

- Sir.

Let me see your hands now.

You don't have a marker on you,

do you?

No. No, sir.

I've got my eyes on you

and if you ever get out of line...

Yeah, I gotta go.

- What are you doing?

- Big brother keeps an emergency stash.

I got to talk to you about something,

because it's making me nuts.

If it's that intense,

I'll need a solid buzz to think clearly.

Look, I wouldn't even mention it to you,

but I got to talk to someone.

If you're gonna tell me you're a fag,

I don't think I can handle it.

I'm not a fag.

I'm... a werewolf.

Where would that scumbag keep it?

Scott.

- Scottie?

- Stiles, it's me.

What do you think?

Can you do that any time you want?

I guess so. I mean, I just did.

But sometimes it happens

when I don't want it to.

What can I say?

You're beautiful.

Hey, what can a teen wolf do?

- I can smell what you're looking for.

- The stash?

Oh no, I checked there.

Stiles, this is just between you and me, OK?

Yeah, yeah. TW.

Look at you.

You're gonna be glad you came to me,

because with the right angles

we're gonna turn this into something...

monstrous.

Stiles. Stiles.

Go ahead. Shoot it, shoot it.

No way, no way.

Don't foul me now. Here we go.

Yeah!

- Hi, Scott.

- Hi.

Boof came over for a little one on one.

She's killing me.

What? What's so funny?

- We were just chatting. Do you mind?

- No, why should I mind?

Well, I gotta get going.

Would you like to walk me home?

- Boof, I just got here.

- Scott.

- Yeah.

- Thank s for everything.

- You better work on that jumpshot.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- Are you coming?

- Yeah.

Ha!

Get in!

So, you guys were chatting.

Harold Howard and his famous chats.

What did he say?

He mentioned you were thinking

of quitting basketball

- to work on a school play.

- Yeah.

I can see why. She's very pretty, Scott.

But she has a boyfriend.

A very large boyfriend.

The way things are going now

I should just stay away from everyone.

Even me?

I couldn't get rid of you if I tried.

- What?

- Do you remember?

- How old were we? Six?

- Five.

I wanted to run away,

but you wouldn't let me go alone.

- I thought you'd get lost.

- We just walked around the block

because our parents

wouldn't let us cross the street.

- I thought they were gonna kill us.

- But nobody even knew we were gone.

Did you ever tell anybody?

Me neither.

Scott, if you ever

need someone to talk to,

if something is bothering you,

I'll understand.

Not this time, Boof.

You won't understand.

- I've gotta go.

- Yeah, bye.

OK, now here's the drill.

Play 'em man for man.

- You know who you've got.

- Hey baby, ten hut. Nice haircut.

"Be all that you can be. " What is this?

Is the president here or something?

- Good luck, Scott.

- Thank s. Thank you.

It'll all be over in less than an hour.

Any strategy against Meechum, coach?

You guys are great.

You got nothing to be ashamed of.

Go out there and give 'em hell.

That's a foul. Let's go.

Come on, set it up.

Up to the line, Scottie. You can do it.

Ahh!

Go and get me some salt. Salt.

Flick the ball back to him.

Go, Scottie.

Easy, easy.

Come on. Let's go.

Come on.

- All right, guys.

- Let's play a little ball here.

- Hey Scott, did the coach know?

- Hey, I didn't know.

- How do you feel?

- He feels... like a winner!

- Boof, did you know?

- Are you kidding?

On the house, sonny.

Hey, Lewis.

- Whoa, Mr. T.

- You may think you're special,

but let me remind you

that I'm still the vice-principal.

Hey, I'm no different than anyone else.

That's nice. You look good in that.

- Well, Scott Howard.

- Hey, Boof.

Aren't you afraid you'll

disappoint your fans?

I can't help

that the town is wolf crazy.

This wasn't my idea.

- There are some advantages.

- None.

All sizes. No waiting, everybody.

Check it out. Right here.

Hey Scotto, tip of the iceberg, baby.

We are cleaning up.

Boof, I've got something for you.

Here we go. Check it out.

All sizes. No waiting.

- Elegant.

- Scott.

Listen to this.

Kirk wants you to be in the play.

He does? Wait a minute.

What about basketball?

It won't interfere.

It's a small part. Just for you.

Here, Pamela. This is for you.

It's too big for me.

There are some advantages, Scott.

Admit it.

You can murder my family.

You can ravish my body.

But I beg you

with all that is decent and holy,

don't destroy my plantation.

Sergeant, burn the fields.

And when you're done with that,

burn the house.

Yeah...

Wolf... wolf... wolf person.

Whatever your name is.

- That was really...

- Thank s, babe, I love you.

...something.

Come in.

- Hi.

- Close the door, please.

Yeah.

Relax. We're just

one big happy family in the theatre.

Yeah.

What happened to the wolf?

Can you just change back and forth

whenever you feel like it?

Sure. Sometimes I have to get

kind of worked up to be the wolf,

but it's not too hard.

What do you think about

to get worked up?

Different things.

Wolves aren't supposed to be shy.

Pamela, what are you doing?

You are an animal.

Strike.

Five in a row.

OK...

Did you know he was gonna be here?

We had such a nice day today.

Don't spoil it.

OK, you got it.

Nice. Good. OK.

Good form. Nice approach.

- Oh, poo.

- Boy, that was nice and warm.

OK, address the ball.

Tuck in your tummy.

That's good. OK.

Here we go. Are you ready?

Hey, that's my girl.

Don't touch her again.

- She's my date tonight, pal.

- You don't scare me, freak.

Underneath all that hair

you're still a dork, Scott.

I've handled your kind before.

Your mom used to steal chickens.

Till I blew her head off with a shotgun.

Right, Scott?

So, does Mick always act like that?

You can hardly blame him.

He is my boyfriend.

- You mean was your boyfriend.

- Is my boyfriend.

- But what about us?

- What about us?

- This afternoon in your dressing room.

- Yeah?

Yeah... Well, you see

the spring dance is coming up...

And I already told you

I'm going to the dance with Mick.

- Hey, Chubaroo, nice game, guy.

- Yeah.

- At least we're winning.

- He is. When do we get the ball?

What good is the championship

if we don't get to play?

It's not how you play,

it's whether you win or lose.

- And even that's not important.

- How about a celebration?

- Chubby, ice cream sundae?

- I'm on a diet, remember?

Brad, glass of milk?

I don't get it. What's their problem?

Let me give you some advice.

I have three rules

Get 12 hours of sleep, don't play cards

with a guy whose name is also a city

and avoid ladies with dagger tattoos.

Stick with that

and everything else is cream cheese.

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