Teen Wolf Page #4

Great game there, Scottie.

Thank s, coach.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Stiles?

- Where did you get this?

- We traded in the Nova. Even swap.

- How much extra did you pay for this?

- Even swap.

For certain considerations.

Lookey here!

- Stiles.

- Hey, surf's up?

Yeah, surf is definitely up.

Let's go pick up Lewis, OK?

What? What is it with Lewis?

He's avoiding me, right?

He's scared of me.

We've got fine wheels, good tunes

and a total disregard for public safety.

You're right. OK, let's go. Surf's up.

Wait a minute.

These waves are mine.

Unbelievable!

You know what?

You look great up there!

Missed you at the hardware store.

- Sorry. I was with Stiles this afternoon.

- I know.

- You saw?

- Yeah, I saw.

Unless that was another werewolf

doing a handstand on Stiles' wolfmobile.

Look, Dad.

I'm trying to get a grip on this. I really am.

- Is Thorne still on your back?

- Yeah, Thorne...

...some Neanderthal named Mick

and the entire basketball team.

You've dug your own hole

with those fellows, but...

...this Thorne business is my fault.

What do you mean your fault?

It goes back a few years.

As you know, I loved your mother

since we were kids.

We were meant for each other.

But for some reason Rusty

Thorne set his cap for her too.

No matter what we tried,

he wouldn't go away.

- One night, things got physical and...

- And you turned into the werewolf.

Out of anger, Scott.

I turned into the werewolf out of anger.

- In front of his beady, little eyes.

- Was he scared?

Scared?

- He lost control of his bodily functions.

- I wish I could have seen that.

It wasn't a very nice thing to do.

But it worked.

After that he never

bothered your mother or me.

But to this day, I don't know

who was the most frightened that night.

Old Rusty Thorne... or me.

You gotta get a hold of it, son.

- Morning, Daisy.

- Morning.

- Boof. What's up?

- Nothing.

Why does anything have to be up?

I thought I'd walk to school with you.

- Got any plans for the spring dance?

- Hadn't given it much thought.

I'm surprised they haven't decided

to call it "Teen Wolf Ball".

- Will you... go with me to the dance?

- I'll think about it.

- Is that a yes?

- Yes. On one condition.

- You take me to the dance.

- I thought we just established...

You, Scott Howard. Not the wolf.

No. Look, I've got to be the wolf.

That's what everyone expects.

- Is that what you want?

- Everybody likes the wolf.

All right, almost everybody.

You said it yourself. If I go as

Scott Howard, I'm gonna be average.

Why do I have to be like everybody else?

That's not a problem for you anymore.

And I guess

I don't have a date for the dance.

Look, Boof, I'm sorry. I can't.

Hey, listen.

You'll still dance with me, won't you?

Even if I'm a werewolf?

Yeah, I'll still dance with you.

- And feed me grapes?

- Don't push it.

Tickle my paws?

She's right. You are an animal.

There he is!

Oh, my God!

You look fabulous.

Absolutely gorgeous!

Nice to see you.

Thank you, thank you... How are you doing?

- Hey, save me a dance?

- You'll have to ask my escort.

Stay away from her tonight.

I'm warning you.

Hey, Stiles.

Thank you. Thank s.

Hi, how are you doing?

Wolf, Wolf, Wolf...

You still wanna dance with the wolf?

- Your public wants you.

- Do you mind?

- What?

- What am I gonna do about you?

Hey, Boof, I am what I am.

All I said was

I might wanna dance with him.

You can't possibly take it seriously.

Not unless you want to have his puppies.

I want Scott for just a half hour.

I really missed him.

Stay away from Pamela. She's mine.

Stick with your own kind, freak.

Like that little tramp.

Mick, watch out!

What are you all laughing at?

- Get back here.

- You're just some kind of animal.

Come on, freak. Get back here.

Let go of me. Let go.

Get back. I'll rip your head right off.

Come on, freak.

I'm not through with you yet.

Come back, freak.

This isn't done by a long shot.

Get back in here, freak.

Come back here, freak.

We haven't settled this yet!

Hold it.

Now you've done it.

You don't know how long I have waited

to get you right where I have you.

You're never going to play

basketball again. You know why?

Because you're not going

to be here anymore, that's why.

You're out of here, Mr. Howard.

And don't you...

Thorne. Go on home, son. Go ahead.

I'll handle this.

- You never learn, do you, Rusty?

- You stay away from me.

I want you to leave my son alone.

He's a good kid. He's just having

a tough time right now. OK?

I knew I could count on you, Rusty.

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...

- Hold it. Hold it, baby.

...down the house.

- Hold it right there, babe.

Listen...

...this is a full dress rehearsal.

We need to see the wolf.

So wolf out, wolf up, wolf it.

Whatever you do. Pronto amigo

Mr. Lolley. I've been doing

some thinking and I decided

I'd rather play the part as me.

- Well, play it. Play it as myself.

- That wouldn't be theatre, would it?

See, no one wants to see you.

Well, like I said, I'd rather play it like this.

OK, I see. How am I gonna put this to you?

Look at it this way no wolf...

...no part. What do you think?

Wow. Bummer, huh?

Hey, Scottie.

- I'll have Friday nights free.

- Even if you won't be the wolf,

- do you have to quit the team?

- Are you kidding?

You've seen me play basketball. I suck.

They want the wolf. I can't do it.

Wait a minute. What's going on?

What are you guys talking about?

We're talking about the wolf, Stiles. I can't

do it anymore. You saw what happened.

- Are you crazy?

- Maybe.

The championship is coming up

in less than four hours.

Everyone's depending on you.

Are you gonna let down your team?

Your school? This whole town?

What about me?

I've got a large investment going on over here.

Hey, Scott, do it for me.

I gotta go, man.

Scott, help me out. Do the right thing.

That's all I wanna do, Stiles.

That's all I wanna do.

Boo!

Chubby, get time. Come here.

See that?

Come on.

That's a purple heart, kid.

Smart basketball, Brad,

taking a charge like that.

Oh, man.

- So where's the wolf?

- Not today, coach. No wolf.

Wait until the second half.

Build up their confidence.

Look, coach, no wolf.

Not now, not ever.

I wanna play, but I gotta be myself.

OK, but we're gonna get

our brains beat in, you know.

- Sure you won't change your mind?

- I've had it.

- This is all your fault, Howard.

- I think we can take these guys.

- Terrific, now where's the wolf?

- No, I mean it. I think we can win.

This is the championship. It doesn't

matter how we got here. We're here.

If we're gonna win, we gotta do it

ourselves. We don't need the wolf.

Harold, your boy let us down.

You're dead.

Shoot. Shoot it.

Shoot it!

Shoot it, fat boy.

Yeah!

- How much more can you take, freak?

- As much as you can dish out.

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