Chapter 6

                                    

                                          
The weekend had been a long time of explaining. After Percy had helped Scott get out of the woods, they called Stiles and had him meet them at the swimming pool. There Percy explained what he was to the two boys. He really did it for two reasons, one he wanted to introduce Stiles to it before telling him, and he wanted to let Scott know he wasn't alone in feeling abnormal. He almost told Stiles but he figured it was to soon. 
                          
After that the boys spent the next two days in Stiles bedroom researching and trying to figure out how to help Scott. They figured aggression was the key to Scott's turn, anything that triggered a reaction that caused him to get angry, or increase his heart rate he would turn. Percy had explained that Derek had told him pain keeps you human, so if he felt like he was loosing control he needed to break his hand or something. 
                          
At the mention of Derek the boys cooled slightly, both of them explaining that they thought Derek had killed the girl in the woods. He may not of bit Scott, but they felt like he did kill the girl, and they needed to be very careful around him. 
                          
When Monday rolled around, Percy found himself in the parking lot. He had forgot his lacrosse stick in his car and he didn't want to use one of the schools as they were a hit away from breaking. Besides Percy had spent money on his own gear, with Scott's help and figured if he was going to be stuck playing lacrosse he should have gear that fit properly. Along with shoes that belonged solely to him. 
                          
Walking back towards the school he noticed Allison and Scott talking. A small smile was on Scott's face and Percy figured she had given him a second chance. He was happy for Scott, and happy that he wouldn't have to hear about him stressing over Allison and the party anymore. 
                          
Once Percy had gotten actually close to them Allison was saying goodbye and walking away. She gave Percy a small wave and smile as they passed and walked off towards a car he assumed was picking her up. 
"So she gave you another chance?" Percy asked. 
"Yeah," Scott said with a smile on his face. Then suddenly it morphed into one of horror, " Percy look." 
                          
Confused Percy rose an eyebrow and looked back at Allison's car to see the man with blonde hair closing the door behind her. The man turned towards both the boys and gave a smile and a wave. Percy's hand rapped around Riptide in his pocket and every instinct in his body screamed at him to attack. As this was the lead hunter in the woods Friday night. 
"Oh you gotta be kidding me," Scott cried. Percy felt the same way but instead turned around and grabbed Scott to turn their faces from the man. Fear spread through Percy's core. The lead hunter was Allison's father, which meant that Scott a werewolf could be dating a werewolf. 
Dragging Scott into the locker room, Percy found himself equally as numb as his werewolf companion. The man had clearly recognized Percy, or at least he thought, as he had been the one that fought off the pursuing hunters to allow Scott to get away. 
                          
"I'm dead!" Percy exclaimed punching the locker in frustration. Scott reacted differently leaning against the locker and stripping all of his gear off. 
As the two boys leaned against the lockers in shock and frustration, Stiles came around the corner. 
                          
"So did she give you a second chance?" He asked completely oblivious to his friends state of shock. 
"Yes," Scott replied weakly. 
"Alright!" Stiles exclaimed happily, " So everything's good!"  He began to walk away when Percy's voice sounded out stopping Stiles dead in his tracks. 
"No," Percy cried in anger. 
"No?" Stiles responded his eyebrows raised slightly 
                          
"Allison's father is a hunter," Scott informed his friend still in his shocked state. 
"Allison's father?" Stiles exclaimed. 
"Shot me," Scott mumbled before his face scrubbed up in confusion, " With a crossbow." 
"Allison's father?" Stiles asked again trying to make sure he heard Scott right. 
                          
"YES HER FATHER!" Scott cried out in frustration. Before his shock turned into fear, " Oh my God! What if she's one of them!? What if she knows!" 
                          
"Woah! Woah! His dad didn't notice you right?" Stiles asked. 
"No... no I don't think so," Scott said still in a panic. 
"I think he recognized me though," Percy said still in utter disbelief not yet out of his daze. 
                          
"OH GOD!" Scott exclaimed in agony, " She's gonna find out! The hunters are going to be after both of us now and your not even a werewolf!" 
                          
Stiles tried to shush Scott's outburst when a whistle from the field cut through the air. 
"Ok! Ok! Let's focus on something different!" Stiles tried picking up Scott's pads and placing them in his friends arms. 
"Focus on lacrosse, just focus on lacrosse!" Stiles chanted while tossing Percy his helmet. He then grabbed them both and thrusted them out onto the field where they were forced to walk to the lacrosse field still overcome with worry at what just happened. 
                          
Percy didn't care that he had been recognized he could protect himself. But if the hunters came after Scott or Stiles, Percy would be unable to stop them. It seemed as if he had been doomed in this town just a few weeks in and it wasn't a good feeling.  He came here to kill werewolves, now he was protecting an innocent boy turned against his will, while also having to watch hidden demigods. His shock turned to frustration, which then turned to anger as he stepped closer to the lacrosse field.  
                          
He made eye contact with Jackson and something came over the demigod Hero, as he remembered Stiles telling him about all the deeds Jackson had done bullying the two throughout middle school and freshmen year. In his angered state Percy found himself squeezing his lacrosse stick causing it to squeak in his gloves. He didn't have a good feeling about this practice. Not one bit.