"I just woke up covered up in sweat.", Scott said as we walked up the front steps of the school. "I never had a dream like that before."
"Really? I have.", Stiles said. "Usually ends a little differently."
"A, I meant I never had a dream that felt that real and B," Scott began but I cut him off.
"We don't wanna know what you dream about, sir.", I said, in disgust.
"Thank you.", Scott agreed with me and we turned right down the hallway.
"Okay.", Stiles said. "But, let me take a guess here."
"No, I know, you think it has something to do with Allison tomorrow. Like I'm gonna lose control and rip her throat out.", Scott says.
"No, of course not.", Stiles said. We both looked at him, unamused. "Yeah, that's totally it.", Stiles confessed.
Scott sighed and looked down at his feet.
"Scott, it's gonna be okay.", I said, rubbing his back. "I'm going over to Derek's tomorrow to clear everything up."
"Ok, well, back to Scott's killing Allison dream, I think you guys are handling this thing really well. I mean, you can't actually take a class on this.", Stiles says.
"We can definitely learn from a master, though.", I smile.
"Who, Derek?", Scott and Stiles exclaimed in disbelief. I crossed my arms. "He was compliant when we talked, we can definitely learn a thing or two."
Stiles shook his head. "Did you forget the part where we got him tossed into jail?", Stiles asked, widening his eyes in emphasis.
"Uh, who's we???", I asked. "You guys are the one who got him tossed into jail, not me."
"The dream did feel so real though."
"How real?"
"Like it actually happened."
We pushed through the back door and stopped abruptly when we saw cop cars everywhere. There was a school bus with the back door bent and ripped off its hinges and there was blood everywhere.
My jaw dropped. "Scott? What the hell did you do?" Scott rushed back inside, us following behind him.
"She's probably fine.", I reassured.
"She's not answering my texts, Sam.", Scott urged.
"It could just be a coincidence, Scott.", Stiles said.
"Just help me find her, ok?", Scott gruffed. I looked and saw a girl with black wavy hair
"Look there she is." I said, pointing in front of Scott.
"Where??", Scott exclaimed looking around.
"I'm sorry, I'm just messing with you.", I felt bad.
"Sam!"
"Sorry, sorry, just trying to lighten the mood.", I say, sighing.
Scott turned to a locker and banged on it with his fist causing a big dent in it. "Whoa, Scott, take it easy. Look there, she is over there.", Stiles said.
"Stiles, not you too."
"No, I'm serious, she just came in through the front doors." Scott looked up from the locker and rushed over to Allison and picked her up into a big bear hug. "Well, glad to see she's ok."
I looked to my right and saw Jackson trying to fix the bent locker door.
I sat next to Stiles in Chemistry, copying the notes off the board. Scott was in front of us, shaking and fidgeting. "Maybe it was my blood on the door.", Scott whispered to us.
"Could have been animal blood.", I said.
"Yeah, maybe you caught a rabbit or something.", Stiles joked.
"And did what?", Scott asked, in shock.
"Ate it.", Stiles said, bluntly. I kicked his leg to get him to hush. "Raw?", Scott asked in disgust.
"No, you took it and baked it, what do you think??", Stiles replied, sarcastically.
"Mr. Stillinski.", our teacher called Stiles. "If that's your idea of a hushed whisper, you might want to pull the headphones out every once in a while. I think you, Miss Wilson and Mr. McCall would benefit some distance apart, yes?"
"No.", Stiles and I said in unison.
He didn't listen. "Mr. Stillinski, over there, Mr. McCall, over there, Miss Wilson, you stay where you are."
Stiles and Scott got up and moved to opposite sides of the room. "Let me know if the separation anxiety gets to be too much."
I heard Stiles laugh sarcastically as he moved to his new seat. I hurriedly continued to take notes until a girl jumped up and looked out the window.
"Hey, I think they found something.", she announced. Everybody got out of their seats and rushed to the window. Stiles, Scott and I saw paramedics pushing a stretcher with a man on it to an ambulance.
"That's an awfully big rabbit, Scotty.", I muttered. The man on the stretcher sat up quickly and yelled in pain. I jumped back, scared from the quick reaction and sighed. Scott back away from the window, horror plain on his face. Stiles and I looked over at him, walking over to his side.
"This is good, he's not dead.", Stiles reassured Scott. "Dead guys can't do that."
"Guys, I did that.", Scott said. "Psh, how would you know? It was a dream right?", I say
I grabbed my lunch tray and walked over to an empty table with Scott and Stiles behind me.
Sitting down, I sigh. "Dreams aren't memories, Scott."
"Then it wasn't a dream.", Scott argued. "Something happened last night and I can't remember what."
"What makes you so sure that Derek even has all the answers?", Stiles asked me.
"Well, one, he's kinda the reason why we're in this mess in the first place.", I said.
Stiles nodded. "Two, during the full moon he wasn't changed. He was in total control. And the night of the game, when I ran off into the woods, he was there.", I say.
Thinking back, I quirked my lips. "I was kinda relieved to see him again."
"You were relieved to see Derek?"
"Yeah.", I say, confused.
"Derek Hale?", Stiles expressed.
"Yes, Stiles, Derek Hale.", I roll my eyes.
"If he was in control of himself on the full moon then he can help me. He was in control while I was running around in the woods chasing some innocent guy.", Scott said, ashamed.
I frowned, sadly.
"You don't know that." Stiles said.
"I don't not know it.", Scott retaliated.
"That doesn't make any sense.", I say.
"I can't go out with Allison. I have to cancel.", Scott groaned.
"You can't cancel.", Stiles said. "You can't just cancel your entire life. We'll figure it out."
"Figure what out?", Lydia sat down on the left side of Scott.
"Uh," Stiles stuttered.
"Homework.", I said bluntly.
"Yeah.", Scott replied quickly.
"Why is she sitting with us?", Stiles whispered to me. "How the fuck should I know? She's your girlfriend.", I say, making him sputter. "N-Not yet! But thanks for having some faith in me."
Allison sat down on the right side of Scott. Enya sat to the left of me and Mark sat at the head of the table and Danny to the right of Stiles.
"Get up.", Jackson ordered Mark.
"How come you never ask Danny to move?", Mark whined.
"Because I don't stare at his girlfriend's coin slot.", Danny answered. Mark reluctantly got up and moved to a different table as Jackson sat. "So, I hear they say it's some type of animal attack. Probably a cougar."
"I heard a mountain lion." Jackson said. I roll my eyes.
"A cougar is a mountain lion.", Lydia said. Jackson looked at her. "Isn't it?"
"Who cares?", Jackson said. "The guy's probably some homeless tweaker who's gonna die anyways."
"Can we talk about something that's slightly more fun?", Lydia asked. "Like, where are we going tomorrow?" Scott and Allison looked at Lydia in astonishment. "You said you and Scott were hanging out tomorrow night, right?"
"Um, we were thinking about what we were going to do.", Allison said, swallowing her mouthful of food.
"Well, I am not sitting home again watching lacrosse videos, so if the four of us are hanging out, we are doing something fun.", Lydia said.
"Hanging out?", Scott questioned Allison who chugged her water nervously. "Like the four of us?" Stiles and I shrugged at Scott.
"It sounds fun.", Allison said.
"You know what else sounds fun?", Jackson said, picking up a fork. "Stabbing myself in the face with this fork." Lydia snatched the fork from his hands. I rolled my eyes. The guy was such a dick.
"How about bowling?", Lydia suggested. "You love to bowl, Jackson."
"Yeah, with actual competition.", Jackson said.
"How do you know we're not actual competition?" Allison questioned him. "You can bowl, right, Scott?" Oh, boy.
"Sort of.", Scott muttered.
"Is it sort of or yes?", Jackson asked, leaning forward in his seat.
"Yes. In fact, I'm a great bowler.", Scott said with confidence and a glare.
Me and Stiles looked at each other in disbelief. This can't go well.