[Beacon Hills High School]
Scott and Stiles were walking in when Stiles2 said, “So you killed her?”
“I don’t know; I just woke up.
And I was sweating like crazy, and I couldn’t breathe.
I never had a dream where I woke up like that before.” Scott said.
“Really, I have; it usually ends a little differently.” The two made their way through the hallway.
“But ayy lemme tell you what I think-” Scott cut in.
“I know you think it has something to do with me going out with Olivia tomorrow and ripping her throat out.” Stiles went silent for the first time in his life.
“No, that wasn’t what I was thinking,” Stiles said.
Scott looked at him and raised an eyebrow.
“Okay, yeah, that was totally what I was thinking,” Stiles admitted.
Scott started losing hope.
“Hey cmon it’s gonna be fine if you ask me.
I think you’re handling this pretty well.” Stiles tried to cheer him up.
“I mean, it’s not like there’s a beginner’s class for lycanthropy.” Stiles jokingly said.
Scott thought for a second and replied, “Maybe not a class but a teacher.”
“Who do you mean, Derek?”
Stiles smacked Scott on the back of his head.
“Did you forget the part where we put him in jail and blamed him for killing his own sister after desecrating her grave?”
“Yeah, I know, but that dream felt so real.”
“How real?” Stiles asked.
“Like it actually happened.”
They opened the door to the back of the school where the buses were stationed and saw police at the scene of a crime, with blood scattered all over the bus and the back door bent in half.
“I think it did,” Stiles said.
Scott and Stiles went back into the school, filled with teenagers.
“She’s probably fine.” Stiles tried to calm Scott down.
“She’s not answering my texts, Stiles.” Fear started to grip Scott at the thought that he might have actually killed Olivia.
Scott was pacing through the hallway, looking around, trying to find her.
“Y’know, it could just be a coincidence, alright.
A seriously amazing coincidence.” Stiles said, his voice lowering.
Scott wasn’t paying attention to what he was saying; he was too busy looking for Olivia.
“Just help me find her ok.” His fear grew noticeably.
He kept searching, but he couldn’t find her anywhere; his fear soon turned into anger as he slammed into a locker, breathing heavily, his heart rate went up, and his eyes started to change.
“AAAAUUGHH!” Scott, overwhelmed with rage, punched the locker, breaking it open and disfiguring it.
Seeing what he had just done, he started to calm down a bit.
He backed away from the locker and bumped into someone walking backwards.
Scott turned around and saw Olivia, who had just dropped her books whilst bumping into him.
“You scared the hell outta me,” Olivia said, smiling at him.
Scott’s breathing started to settle down a bit.
“You’re ok.” He felt relieved knowing that she was still alive.
“Once my heart starts beating again, yeah.”
“What?” She looked at him.
“I’m just happy to see you.”
The intercom rang out to address the students.
“ATTENTION STUDENTS, THIS IS YOUR PRINCIPAL.
I KNOW YOU’RE ALL WONDERING ABOUT THE INCIDENT THAT OCCURRED LAST NIGHT IN ONE OF OUR BUSES, BUT WHILE THE POLICE WORK TO DETERMINE WHAT HAPPENED, CLASSES WILL PROCEED AS SCHEDULED.”
“See you at lunch?” She ruffled up his hair.
“Yeah.” Scot smiled silly.
“Why don’t you girls go ahead?
I need to talk to Scott about practice, y’know, boring stuff.” Malcolm’s voice rang out from behind Olivia, bringing Scott out of wonderland.
“Yeah, sure thing, I’ll save you a seat next to me in class,” Allison said.
“Thanks, but you don’t know everyone knows I’m the only one allowed to sit beside you.” Malcolm proudly claimed.
“Yeah cause if you didn’t, you’d send your goons to deal with them.
Mafia Boss.” Olivia Joked.
Allison momentarily laughed, then kissed him and walked to class with her Sister.
In the distance, she asked Olivia, “Mafia Boss really?”
“Totally, especially after last week’s game.” The two sisters laughed together.
Malcolm smiled, watching Allison leave, then his face turned dead serious as he looked at Scott.
“Give me one good reason not to rip out your head?” He said, pinching the bridge between his eyes.
“Ok, I know what I did was a mistake, but-”
“Ohh, really, Einstein?
I had no fucking idea.
Thanks to you, Allison’s Dad knows I’m a werewolf.” Malcolm was holding back the urge to deck Scott in the face.
‘Don’t kill him, don’t kill him, don’t FUCKING kill him,’ Malcolm kept repeating to himself in his head.
“I-I know I’m sorry, but I couldn’t control it.” Scott apologized.
“Just try not to do something that stupid next time.” Malcolm walked into the hallway and noticed Jackson trying to fix his destroyed locker.
Scott came in from behind.
Malcolm laughed, seeing Jackson suffer.
“What’re you looking at, asswipe?” Jackson insulted.
“You.
ya shit-stained waste of space,” Malcolm clapped back.
Then walked away with Scott, who was trying his level best not to laugh.
“Nice hit,” Malcolm fist-bumped Scott as they headed off to class.
In science class, Scott was sitting in front of Stiles.
Adrien Harris, their Science teacher, was writing notes on the board.
“Maybe it was my blood on the bus?”
“Or maybe it was a rabbit’s blood after you ate it?” Stiles replied.
“Raw?”
” No, you stopped to bake it in your little werewolf oven.
I don’t know your the one who can’t seem to remember stuff.” Stiles said with sarcasm.
Mr Harris stood at the front of the class, looking at Scott and Stiles chatting at the back of the class.
“Mr Stilinski, if that’s your idea of a hushed whisper, you might want to pull out the headphones every once in a while,” Harris spoke out to the two.
“Wahh”
“And I think you and Mr McCall would benefit from a little distance, yes?” Harris continued.
“No,” Stiles replied.
Harris gestured for the two to switch seats.
“Let me know when the separation anxiety gets to be too much,” Harris said.
“Ha ha.” Stiles sarcastically laughed at Harris’ attempt at a joke.
Scott and Stiles changed seats and went opposite directions.
Scott sat next to a random girl while Stiles sat next to Danny, the beloved goalkeeper of the lacrosse team.
“Hey, I think they found something,” the girl sitting next to Scott said and walked up to the window, soon followed by the entire class.
Outside the class, a man was being carried on a stretcher by an ambulance crew and a police officer.
“That’s not a rabbit,” Scott said to Stiles.
“AAAAAHHHHHH”
Just as they were about to put him in the ambulance, the man quickly sat up and screamed in fear, causing all the students to get scared at the same time.
Scott backed away from the window.
“Okay, this is good.
This is good; he got up; he’s not dead.
Dead guys can’t do that.” Stiles tried to ease the guilt weighing down on Scott.
“Stiles…
I did that.”
In another class, Malcolm was looking at the incident from the second floor along with many other students.
“Who could’ve done that to him?” Allison asked.
“I don’t know.” Malcolm feigned ignorance
‘Looks like Peter didn’t get the memo that this was my territory.
I’ll have to personally visit him.’ Malcolm’s eyes faintly glowed red.
END OF CHAPTER
Bankai: Blessing of God to all who read this.