Attack on School Grounds


"So you killed her?" Stiles asked Scott, in reference to his nightmare.

"I don't know." Scott answered, "I just woke up. And I was sweating like crazy and couldn't breathe." he added. "I've never felt like that before."

"Really? I have." Stiles informed. "But, it usually ends a bit differently."

Brittney rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Too much information there Stiles." she scolded, slapping his shoulder. She then turned to Scott, "Do you know what this nightmare might mean?'

Scott shrugged his shoulders. "I think it's about my date with Allison tomorrow." he guessed. "Like I'm gonna loose control and rip her throat out."

"Okay, well I, for one, think that Scott's handling the werewolf thing amazingly." Stiles noted.

"Right, considering there's no Lycanthropy for Beginners class." Brittney chuckled.

"Maybe, not a class." Scott muttered. "But, maybe a teacher."

"A teacher?" Brittney repeated, raising an eyebrow.

"You mean Derek?" Stiles questioned. He whacked his best friend in the back of the head. "You forgot about the part where we got him tossed in jail?"

Scott sighed. "Yeah, I know." he admitted. "But the whole, thing, dragging her to the back of the bus. It felt so real."

"How real?" Brittney asked.

"Like it actually happened." Scott answered.

The three friends walked outside and saw that the bus-lot was taped off. The back door of bus 165 was bent backwards and blood was caked all over the back-end.


Scott ran back inside the school, frantically texting Allison.

"Scott, I'm sure she's fine." Brittney and Stiles reassured.

The more he worried, the faster his heart began to beat, which slowly triggered his shifting. In a fit of anger, Scott punched a locker door, severely denting it.

As he calmed down, he turned and bumped into Allison, and instantly felt relief.

"You scared me." Allison chuckled, kneeling down to pick up her books.

"You're okay." Scott sighed, smiling.

"When my heart starts beating again." Allison laughed, standing back up.

"Morning Scott." Calla greeted, smiling. "Hey Stiles. Hey Brit."

"Morning Calla." Stiles replied, and Brittney waved.

The principal came over the intercom saying that despite what happened to the bus, that's now a crime scene, classes will continue, earning moans and groans from the entire student body.

Allison smiled, "Save me a seat at lunch?" she asked Scott, ruffling his hair.

"Yeah." Scott answered, smiling back.


Allison and Calla walked down the hall towards their own lockers.

"And you called me a flirt." Calla chuckled, nudging her cousin's shoulder.

Her cell vibrated in her pocket, alerting her to a incoming call. She smiled when she saw the caller ID.

"And I stand by that." Allison chimed, heading to her own locker.

"See ya at lunch!" Calla called down the hall. Allison replied by waving back.

Calla answered her still buzzing phone, "Good morning." she answered, opening her locker.

"You have plans tomorrow?" Derek asked on the other line.

Calla grabbed her Calculus book and sighed, "Well, Allison is going out with Scott tomorrow, and I'm sorta the chaperone." she answered. "I don't have to be right there, but my uncle told me to just keep an eye on her."

"Like following them?" Derek questioned.

"Exactly." Calla replied. "There gonna discuss details at lunch. So, I'll give you a call then?"

"Look forward to it." Derek chuckled before hanging up.

Calla smiled to herself and shut her locker, making her way to her first period class.


The bell rang to start lunch. Scott, Stiles, and Brittney sat at an empty long table in the middle of the cafeteria.

"All I'm saying is that something happened last night and I'm not sure what." Scott admitted, sitting down.

"We believe you Scott." Brittney reassured, pulling out a chair. "And I also believe that you could never kill anyone, that's just not you." she sat down.

"Are you sure that Derek has all the answers though?" Stiles questioned, sitting down next to Brittney.

"During the full moon he was in total control." Scott defended.

Brittney rolled her eyes. "Yeah, because werewolves by birth learn control at a young age." she informed, earning looks from both Scott and Stiles. "Yeah, I know these things, gotta give me some credit."

"Okay well, regardless of Derek, we'll figure this out." Stiles promised.

Lydia set her tray on the table and pulled out a chair next to Scott. "Figure what out?" she questioned, smiling.

Stiles just gaped at the fact that Lydia was sitting with them.

Brittney rolled her eyes, "Nothing, just chemistry homework." she lied, smiling back at Lydia.

Allison and Calla joined them, Allison sat on the other side of Scott while Calla sat next to Brittney. Jackson and Danny filled the last two empty spots.

"So, I hear that it was some sort of animal attack." Danny said, referring to what happened at the bus. "Maybe a cougar?"

"I heard Mountain Lion." Jackson rebuked.

"A Cougar is a Mountain Lion." Calla corrected, rolling her eyes.

"Whatever." Jackson scoffed. "He was probably some homeless guy who was gonna die anyway."

Calla shook her head and sipped her water bottle.

"Actually I think I found out who it is." Stiles informed, pulling up a news video on his phone.

According to the news report, the victim of the animal attack was Garrison Myers, who was the bus driver.

"Can we talk about something a little more fun, please?" Lydia asked, halting the conversation. "Like, what are we doing tomorrow night?" she looked over at Scott and Allison, who shrugged her shoulders.

"You said you and Scott were hanging out tomorrow night, right?" Lydia prided.

"Um, we were thinking about what we were gonna do." Allison answered.

Lydia chuckled, "Well I am not staying home again watching Lacrosse videos, so if the four of us are hanging out, we are doing something fun."

Everyone at the table exchanged glances with one another.

"How about bowling?" Lydia asked, taking Jackson's hand. "You love to bowl."

"Yeah, with actual competition." Jackson reminded.

"How do you know we're not actual competition?" Allison taunted, raising an eyebrow. "You can bowl, right Scott?"

"Sort of." Scott muttered.

"Is it sort of or yes?" Jackson asked, smirking.

"Yes." Scott clarified, meeting Jackson's eyes. "In fact, I'm a great bowler."


"You're a terrible bowler!" Stiles and Brittney reminded, as the trio walked to their lockers after school.

"I know." Scott admitted.

"God, it was like watching a car wreck." Stiles compared. "First it started out as the whole 'group date' thing."

"Then came that phrase, hanging out." Brittney added.

"You don't hang out with hot girls." Stiles continued. "When it comes to that, you might as well be her gay best friend."

"I either killed a guy or I didn't. I asked Allison on a date and now we're hanging out." Scott listed. "I make first line and the team captain wants to destroy me, and now, I'm gonna be late for work."

Stiles scoffed and shook his head. He turned to Brittney, "Am I attractive to gay guys?" he asked her.

Brittney chuckled. "I don't know about to gay guys, but you are relatively attractive." she answered. "I gotta run Stiles, call ya later."

She hurried off to her car before Stiles could say anything else.


Calla tossed her satchel and duffle bag in her back seat. She wore a pair of simple grey scrubs and her hair was pulled into a ponytail. She pulled out her cell phone and called Derek as she slid into her car.

"Hey Cal." Derek said as he picked up.

"Change of plans." Calla informed, putting on her sunglasses. "Allison and Scott's date turned into a group date, so I'm off the hook for chaperoning duty."

"That's great." Derek replied. "Now I have a question, you got a fake ID?"

Call chuckled. "I lived in San Francisco for a year and a half." she informed, pulling out of the parking lot. "Of course I have a fake ID."

"Good, pick ya up tomorrow about eight fifteen." Derek suggested.

"Can't wait." Calla giggled. "See ya then."

"Great. Bye." Derek confirmed.

"Bye." Calla hung up and was smiling all the way to her new place of employment, Beacon Hills Memorial Hospital.


The next day, Scott rode his bike to Derek's house in the preserve.

"I know you can hear me." Scott said, slowly walking up to the charred structure. "I need your help."

Scott walked up to the porch and Derek met him, standing in the doorway.

"Okay, I know I was part of getting you tossed in jail, and basically announcing you're here to the Hunters." Scott listed, nervously. "Also don't know what happened to your sister, but I think I did something last night. I had a dream about someone, but some else got hurt."

"You think you attacked the driver." Derek deducted.

"Did you see what I did last night?" Scott asked.

"No." Derek answered.

"Tell me the truth, could I hurt someone?" Scott asked, scared.

"Yes." Derek answered truthfully.

"Could I kill someone?" Scott asked again.

"Yes." Derek replied.

"Am I gonna kill someone?" Scott questioned, fearfully.

"Probably." Derek predicted.

Scott sighed and leaned against one of the structure pillars, catching his breath.

"Look, I can show you how to remember." Derek informed, taking a step towards Scott. "I can show you how to control the shift, even on a full moon. But it's not gonna come for free."

"What do you want?" Scott asked.

"You'll find out." Derek answered. "But right now, I'm gonna give you what you want. Go back to the bus, let your other senses; sight, smell, touch, let them remember for you."

"That's it? Just go back?" Scott questioned.

"Do you want to know what happened?" Derek questioned back.

Scott turned to face the older werewolf. "I just want to know if I hurt him." he admitted.

"No you don't." Derek rebuked. "You want to know if you'll hurt her."

Derek watched as Scott rode away off his property and sighed. He knew partially what Scott was going through, and he himself was wondering if he could be entering into the same situation with Calla. Every time he even thought about her, his instincts would begin to surface, and he has yet to know if that was a good thing or a bad one.