"Where are you taking me?" I chuckled, Stiles pulling me out of the school dance.

"Somewhere we can be alone."

"We're already alone."

"Somewhere where we can be more alone."

We entered a bus, and sat in seats across from each other. He leaned over to me, and we kissed for a few seconds. I don't know how or why, but I started to shift. "Stiles... Back up..." I felt my fangs grow.

"Alex? What's wrong?" He fell back into a seat. "Run." I raised my head and he screamed, climbing on the seats to the door. I walked towards him with ease, and grabbed his ankles and dragged him back, clawing and punching him. "Help! Help me! Somebody!" Stiles screamed, but I couldn't stop attacking him. After what felt like hours, or even days of attacking my best friend- the one guy I loved, I woke up in my bed, gasping for breath and checking my hands for claws.

"God... what the hell...? What happened?" I sat up, and leaned against the wall. "Oh crap... Stiles! I killed him!" I started bawling, and grabbed my phone. I shot a text to him. Stiles, please just text me, I just need to know you're alive. I threw my phone on my comforter, and got ready for school.


"Stiles!" I threw my arms around him, clutching his shirt. "You're okay. Thank God." I let go, and looked right into his light brown eyes. "Yeah... I'm fine. Are you okay?"

"I had this dream... I killed you."

"Oh. That's comforting."

"Wait... I think we had the same dream. But mine felt so real..." Scott said. "I killed Allison."

"Maybe you did." I shrugged. "What if she's dead?!"

"We can only hope." I smirked.

^^HORIZONTAL LINE^^

"She's not answering any of my texts!" Scott said, jogging through the halls with Stiles and me by his side. "Hey, maybe it's just a coincidence."

"Just help me find her!"

"Dude, it was just a dream, calm down."

"But I've never had a dream like that... It felt so real..."

"How real?"

"Like it actually happened. Just keep looking!" He turned corners, and suddenly found the back of a bus all bloody and the door almost ripped off. "I think it did." Stiles said. They finally bumped into Allison and she dropped her books. "You're okay..." Scott sighed. "When my heart starts beating again, yeah." She chuckled. He helped her pick up all her stuff. "See? Noting to worry about. She's fine." I said. Scott was staring at her. "What?" She laughed. "I'm just happy to see you."

"Attention students, this is your principle speaking. I know you're all wondering about the that occurred last night to one of our buses, and while the police work to find out what happened, classes will resume as scheduled."

"Aw..." I sighed. "Well, I gotta run to French class but...save me a seat at lunch?" Allison pecked Scott on the cheek and walked on to French class. "Yeah." Scott said.


"Maybe it was my blood."

"Or it could've been animal blood." I suggested. "Yeah, maybe you caught a rabbit or something." Stiles said. "And ate it?" Scott questioned. "No you stopped to bake it in a little werewolf oven." Stiles said sarcastically."I don't know you're the one who can't remember anything!" The teacher looked at us from the front of the room.

"Mr. Stilinski, if that'd your idea of a hushed whisper, I'd take out the headphones one in a while. Maybe you, Mr. McCall and Ms. Stone could benefit from a little distance, yes?"

"No," all three of us said at the same time. He motioned where Scott and I were to move, and we grabbed our stuff and switched seats. Suddenly a girl ran up to the window. "Hey! I think they found something!" She screeched. Everyone else got up too and stared out the window. A man was being pulled on a stretcher, he looked unconscious. "That's not a rabbit..." Scott said. The guy on the stretcher suddenly jolted up, screaming. Everyone jumped back, screeching in terror. I held Stiles's hand, not because I was scared but I just wanted to hold his hand. Scott backed up, and Stiles tried to calm him down, shaking away from my grasp. "No, this is good! He's not dead! Dead guys can't to that!" He said to Scott, completely ignoring me.

"Stiles... I did that."


"Scott, dreams aren't memories!" I yelled as we were walking into the cafeteria. "Then it wasn't a dream! I think I did something last night, but I don't know what."

"Plus, what makes you think Derek even has all the answers?"

"Because, on the night of the full moon, he was in total control, and I was running around attacking some innocent guy!"

"Hey, I was in total control too."

"Yeah, but still..."

"Why? Is it because I'm a girl?"

"No! You know that's not it!"

"Whatever." I sat with Stiles across from Scott at lunch. "Stiles, I can't go out with Allison. I have to cancel." Scott said to Stiles, totally ignoring me.

"No, we'll figure it out!" Lydia sits with us. "Figure what out?"

"Just... Homework." Stiles lied. He's so cute when he lies. "Why is she sitting with us?" Scott whispered. Allison sat down next to Scott, Danny next to Stiles, and some random kid at the head of the table. Jackson walked too him and nudged his shoulder. "Get up." He said. "Why don't you ever ask Danny to get up?"

"Because I don't stare at his girlfriend's coin slot." Danny snickered. The kid got up, and Jackson took his spot. "So..." Danny began. "I heard it was some kind of animal attack. Probably a cougar?"

"I heard mountain lion." Jackson said. "A cougar is a mountain lion." Lydia said. Jackson looked at her. "Isn't it?" She said stupidly, cocking her head. "Who cares? It's probably some random homeless guy who's gonna die anyways." Stiles brought out his phone. "Actually I figured out who it is."

"The sheriff department won't speculate on the details of the incident, but confirmed that the victim, Garrison Meyers, did survive at the attack. Meyers was taken to a local hospital where he remains in a critical condition." A journalist said on a video. "Wait, I know this guy!" Scott exclaimed. "You do?" Allison questioned. "Yeah, when I rode the bus when I lived with my dad. He was the driver!"

"Can we talk about something more fun, please? Like, oh where we're going to tomorrow night?" Lydia asked annoyed. Allison looked at her. "You said you Scott and were hanging out tomorrow night, right?"

"Um... we were thinking about what we were gonna do."

"Well, I'm not sitting around watching lacrosse videos again, so if the four of us are hanging out tomorrow, we are doing something fun."

Scott looked at Allison. "Do you want to hang out... Like us and... Them?"

"Yeah, I mean I guess, it sounds fun."

"You know what else sounds fun?" Jackson picked up a piece of silverware. "Stabbing myself in the face with this fork."

"What about bowling? You love to bowl!" She said to Jackson. "Yeah." He snorted. "With actual competition."

"How do you know we're not actual competition? You can bowl, right Scott?" Allison poked Scott. "Sort of..."

"Is it sort of, or yes, McCall?" Jackson leaned forward.

"Yes. In fact, I'm a great bowler." Stiles face-palmed next to me. Something tells me that Scott can't bowl at all. "You want competition, Jackie? Stiles and I are coming then." I said to Jackson, giving him a glare. Stiles looked at me like he didn't want to go, but didn't say anything. Lydia was looking at me like I was trying to steal her boyfriend, and I took my chance to piss her off. "Trust me, Lydia. I would never try to steal you stuck up, dumbass boyfriend from you, calm down." I smiled, and everyone looked at me like I was crazy.


"You're a terrible bowler!" Stiles yelled as we were going to our lockers. "I know! I'm such an idiot!" Scott said. "We know that Scott, you don't have to say it." He glared at me, and his eyes flashed yellow. "Ah ah ah, don't get angry at school!" I smirked. "God it was like watching a car wreck! First it's six people dating, then comes that phrase:"

"Hanging out." I said.

"How did all of this happen? I either killed a guy or I didn't, I'm hanging out and..."

"I don't think Danny likes me very much. Am I attracted to gay guys?" Stiles asked. "I just made first line and the team captain wants to destroy me and now," Scott checked his phone. "Now I'm gonna be late for work." He sped walked to the exit of the school. "Wait! Scott! Am I attracted to gay guy- you didn't answer my question."