Game Night Part 2

Raheem arrived at Sasha's place at 7:45 to pick her up.

He was sitting outside in the driveway on his bike when the door opened and a woman called out to him. "Hello, you must be Raheim, Sasha is still getting ready so just come inside." Raheem smiled and walked inside the house.

"You have a lovely home and my name is pronounced Raheem, not Raheim." "Oh, I'm so sorry dear." The woman apologized and gestured for him to take as seat on the couch. He watched as she walked away. 'Sasha definitely takes after her mother.'

Her mom was 5'8, dark brunette, brown eyes, and well kept figure. "Hey who are you?" Raheem turned towards the stairs and saw a little girl who seemed about 13 or 14 years old. He stood up and introduced himself. "Hi, nice to meet you. I'm Raheem your older sisters new boyfriend." The girl looked him up and down.

He was wearing semi tight fitting clothes this time around. He had a black and white collar shirt, a gray jacket, blue jeans, and an all white pair of shoes on. "If you lose the jacket you go up by another point." Raheem chuckled. "What if I said I planned on losing the jacket?"

"Twenty bucks on your sister not bringing one and asking for mine." The girl crossed her arms. "What make you think she will? Maybe she will bring her own jacket."

Her mother came back with some juice. "Samantha, I guarantee she will too." "Why though? She has plenty of coats to wear." The woman smiled. "If only you can remain like this forever. Sweety you remember how when that boy Jorge gave you a pair of gloves and you always wore them?" Samantha made the connection. "Ohhh." She turned towards Raheem. "I'm not taking that bet. I'd rather gamble on odds I know, I can win."

They both laughed. "Raheem how old are you? What are your intentions with my daughter?" Raheem responded quickly. "I'm 16 and as of right now my only intention is to be with her." "You can either call me Nikki or Mrs. River's." She grilled Raheem for more questions, she didn't care if they were personal or not.

Sasha came down the stairs. She was wearing a black pair of pants, white and silver tank top and black boots. "Sorry, let's go." Nikki stood up and hugged them. "I need a picture before you leave. "Ugh, mom seriously it's not like he's my first boyfriend." "He's the first one I've liked, and the most good looking one." Raheem laughed and wrapped his arm around her waist. They posed for the camera and left.

They walked to the bike and was getting on. "Brr, it's cold,can I have your jacket?" Raheem chuckled and took it off and handed it to her. He glanced up towards the window and smirk while shrugging his shoulders. Samantha face palmed herself. 'Sis why are you so predictable.'

They had plenty of time before the game started, so they stopped at a mom and pa's cafe.

The waitress left with their order. "Sorry if my mom grilled and pushed you for answers." "Nah it's alright, she's your mother it's her job. Mines used to do the samething." He leaned back and relaxed.

"I know that it's a sensitive matter, but if you don't mind sharing I would love to listen." Raheem felt her concern for him. "My mom was a taxidermist and my dad was a part of the military. I was put into military academy as soon as I possibly could." The waitress came back over and placed their food on the table.

Sasha waited for him to continue. Raheem picked up some fries and dipped them in ketchup. "Something happened with my dad, a man he reported came after me and forced me to leave my country." Sasha moved over next to him and leaned on him.

"I can't possibly imagine what that must have felt like." They descended into silence for a while. "Yeah, but one day I'm going to return and hold my head up high." Raheem shook himself out of his thoughts and smiled. He leaned his head on hers."Thanks for listening."

"No problem, anytime babes." Sasha took one of his fries. "You have your own plate." "Yours taste better." They laughed and soon paid their bill, this time Sasha paid.

When they got to the game the team was already on the field.

Raheem leaned next to Sasha's ear. "Hey go find us some seats, I'm going to go talk to Stiles." He gave her a kiss on the cheek and walked away. She found Alison and Lydia next to each other. "Hey! Sasha is Heem here too?" Sasha pointed towards the sidelines. Alison nodded her head.

"I don't know why you are even with him Sasha, you are a senior who is leaving this year anyways, although I definitely see the appeal." Alison slapped her shoulder. "Sorry, she has a tendency to speak before thinking." Sasha was cool with it. "No, she said what she meant. If I was you Lydia I would be worried about myself. You can clearly graduate early, but you won't stop playing the damsel in distress for attention. You also should get over your petty insecurities soon too, you're not seven anymore." She got up and moved away.

Lydia turned and cleared her throat. Alison held in a laugh.

"Yo Stiles which one is Scott?" Stiles jumped and fell off the bench. "Hey! Stillinsky what the hell do you think you are doing!?" "Sorry, Coach I'm just so pumped for the game." "Why? You are not playing anyways."

He sighed and put his hand down. "Dude don't sneak up on me." Raheem laughed. He looked out towards the field and whispered. "Scott if you can hear me look my way." Scott who was on the field whipped his head to his left. He saw Raheem and gave an ok signal.

Raheem nodded his head, still whispering. "If you start to shift focus on either mines or on Alison's voice, whichever one is easier for you." Stiles looked off to the sides as this was going down and butted in. "Also Alison's father you know the werewolf hunter is in the stands so don't forget that." Raheem slapped his head. "Why did you have to remind him?" He walked away from Stiles.

He waved at Alison and Lydia. Lydia ignored him and Alison gave an apologetic smile. Raheem found Sasha and sat with her. "Hey, is everything ok?" "Yes." Raheem came to the conclusion that something went down earlier that made her upset. "Do you wanna talk about it?" Sasha didn't answer and just leaned on him instead. He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her closer.

*WHISTLE*

A loud whistle blew and the field came alive. The players were swarming for the ball. Raheem noticed the team wasn't passing the ball to Scott. He zeroed in on Jackson and heard him say "Don't pass to McCall." "Shit."

"What's wrong?" Sasha heared Raheem curse. "They aren't going to pass the ball to Scott."

The crowd cheered when the team scored again. Raheem saw Scott looking in Alison's direction and saw a sign that said.

Jackson's number 1!

"Crap that's not good." Sasha heared him and looked over. "Ouch that gotta hurt." Raheem felt Scott shift before he smelled him. "Scott!! Calm down its just a game!" He yelled at him to get his attention.

*Whistle*

Scott took off and caught the ball. He flipped over a defender and weaved past the other and made the goal. The ball made a hole through the goalies stick.

The other players backed away from him. Raheem knew had to do something. He thought about pressure and the way the combat book taught him to use it. He looked at Scott and slowly released it. Scott was on the field trying to hold himself back from attacking the other players. He felt a chill come down his spine and saw Raheem looking at him. This brought him back to reality.

He made the final goal and ran off the field. Raheem quickly picked up his glove he dropped and followed him. Alison did too.

He got rid of the glove by putting it in his system. By the time he got to the locker room he saw Alison and Scott kissing each other. "I should probably get back to my dad." Alison left and waved to Stiles and him.

Stiles jumped and screamed. "Goddamnit!" He leaned against the lockers. "Stop sneaking up on me! You are going to give me a heart attack." Raheem smiled and laughed.

He turned towards Scott. "What you did was incredibly stupid and dangerous. What would you have done if I wasn't around?" Scott didn't have an answer. Stiles did though. "Oh that's easy he would have went full Wolf and ripped half the audience to pieces." Raheem sighed. "That was a rhetorical question Stiles." "You didn't say it was."

Raheem was too tired to argue. "Listen come by my house next weekend, it's time you learn how to control your shift."