RAEGAN MCCALL
"So you have serial killer-slash-sex fetish dreams with Allison; TMI, Scottie-poo, TMI," I told him, slapping his chest, while walking through the school halls. For some reason, I was hanging out with them more lately. Maybe the wolf thing brought us all closer. I know Scott noticed, because whenever no one was looking he'd give me a knowing smile. I think he thought that I was finally healing over what happened, many years ago. Little does he know, I had just slept with some guy last night. It was painfully satisfying.
Back to the present, Scott rolled his eyes.
"What Rae meant to say was-you killed her," Stiles told him.
Scott shrugged. "I don't know. I just woke up. I was sweating like crazy and I couldn't breathe. I've never had a dream where I've woken up like that before."
"Really? I have," Stiles commented. "It usually ends a little differently."
I smirked and joked, "Dreaming about me again, Stiles dear?"
Stiles snorted, "Hell yeah."
Scott scrunched up his nose and said, "Gross. One," he turned to Stiles slightly, "Never give me that much detail of you in bed again. And two," He turned so he was facing both of us, "Never joke around like that when I'm around. I don't need to imagine my sister and best friend doing things."
"Oh, like what you and Allison did in your dream last night?" I asked grinning as he turned pink, "You know before you went all Animal Planet on her."
Scott groaned. "You will never let me live this down."
"Nope."
"Let me take a guess here though-" Stiles started, but Scott interrupted.
"No, I already know. You think it has something to do with me going out with Allison tomorrow. Like I'm going to lose control and rip her throat out."
"Ain't that a pretty picture," I poked him.
Scott gave me a look, but I just smiled innocently.
"No, of course not," Stiles disagreed then saw the looks Scott and I gave him, "Yeah, that's totally it. Hey come on, it's going to be fine, alright? Personally I think you're handling this pretty freaking amazingly and Rae would agree, right?" he turned to me.
"I think it just hasn't sunk in yet. He'll crack and try to kill the whole town soon."
Stiles elbowed me and continued, "Don't listen to Raegan. We all know she's in need of mental help." Boy, you have no idea.
"Yeah, you're right there with me, Stilinski," I said, sticking my tongue out at him.
"Regardless Scott, you are doing awesome. You know, it's not like there's a 'Lycanthropy for Beginners' class you can take."
Scott gave both of us a look before saying, "Not a class, but maybe a teacher...?"
My 'Sexy senses' are tingling!
Stiles had the same train of thought, "Who? Derek?" he exclaimed then slapped the back of Scott's head, "Did you forget the part where we got him tossed in jail?"
"Ah," I sang, "I guess this is the part when I say "I told you so"."
"Yeah, whatever. I know. But chasing her, dragging her to the back of the bus. It felt so real."
"How real?" Stiles asked.
"Like it actually happened."
Then as the boys on my sides opened the back school doors, I felt my jaw drop. There, in the parking lot, with cops all around it was a school bus practically mangled and bloody. The emergency exit was almost torn from the hinges. There was blood marks all over it, along with inside the bus. This was the bus from Scott's so-called dream.
"I think it did," said Stiles to Scott.
|| Teen Wolf ||
Stiles told Scott, "She's probably fine," as we rushed through the school, looking for Allison.
"She's not answering my texts," Scott said, frantically.
"You know it could just be a coincidence. A seriously, amazing coincidence," Stiles said to him.
"Just help me find her, ok?"
We walked around for a while. Scott was practically running, Stiles was trying to keep pace, and I, not running, walked nonchalantly until, you know, Scott decided to take out a locker. No, seriously. This possessed wolf punched the locker and it almost fell off.
"Scott," I called, but he didn't turn. I suddenly saw someone walking this way and I sighed, "Oh hey, Allison."
She caught sight of me and grinned, "Hi, Rae."
Scott, hearing me say her name, ran into her. Literally.
"Oh," cried Allison, "You scared the hell out of me."
As I turned to walk away, I heard the intercom go on.
"Attention students, this is your principal. I know you're all wondering about the incident that occurred last night to one of our buses, but while the police work to determine what happened, classes will," Please say no class, "precede as scheduled." Damn. "Thank you." Screw you.
SAMANTHA STILINSKI
Classes were a blur until Chemistry. After I walked into the classroom, I sat next to Mark, my partner, and looked at Scott, who was to my left, with Stiles behind him. Everybody was already working and Mr. Harris wasn't paying any attention, so it was the perfect time to talk.
"Hey, I looked for you all morning," I said to Scott, "Stiles texted me everything, but he didn't respond to any of my questions."
I guess I was talking too loud, because Mr. Harris quieted me down. As soon as he looked away, Stiles, Scott and I began talking about the bus possibilities, quieter.
"Maybe it was my blood on the door," Scott said to us.
"Could have been animal blood," said Stiles, "You know maybe you caught a rabbit or something."
Scott's lips twitched slightly, "And did what?"
"Ate it," I had to bite my lip from laughing at Stiles.
"Raw?"
"No, you stopped to bake it in a little werewolf oven," I snorted silently at his sarcasm, "I don't know. You're the one that can't remember anything."
"Mr. Stilinski, if that's your idea of a hushed whisper, you might want to pull the headphones out every once in awhile," Mr. Harris said.
"Wha-," Stiles started, but Mr. Harris stopped him, "I think Scott and both you Stilinskis would benefit from a little distance, yes?"
"No!" Stiles protested.
With a pointing gesture from Mr. Harris, the boys and I moved, moaning and groaning. Scott took a seat in front of Jackson, Stiles sat a few rows back, and I took the only seat left, next to Jackson. As I sat down, I didn't miss the stare-off between him and Scott. I wonder what that was about… Probably lacrosse drama.
"Let me know if the separation anxiety gets to be too much," Mr. Harris said, turning back to the chalkboard.
I was about to re-open my textbook, when the girl next to Scott yelled, "Hey, I think they found something!"
Chairs scraped on the floor, as we all rushed to the window.
As I reached the window, I saw an ambulance parked there. I saw some cops pushing a gurney, but that's not the thing that made my stomach drop. It was the person on it.
"That's not a rabbit," Scott whispered
Suddenly, the guy laying on the gurney jumped up, screaming. The whole class jumped and some girls cried out. I just did what I always do when I get scared; I instinctively grabbed Stiles' hand tightly. Or at least I thought it was Stiles. I looked up to find it wasn't. It was Scott. But I didn't let go. Then we both began moving backwards when Stiles came up to us.
"This is good, this is good. He got up. He's not dead. Dead guys can't do that," I couldn't help the tiny uneasy chuckle that came out.
Scott squeezed my hand before saying, "Stiles, I did that."
Hell hath no fury like a werewolf scorned.
RAEGAN MCCALL
"Ooh, I'll take two corn dogs…Oh! And cheese fries! Are those blueberry muffins? Yeah, I'll take five of those."
The lunch lady stared at me like I was crazy. Hey! I needed to gain back all those calories that I burned when kickboxing.
"I know what you're thinking," I said, getting smart with her, "You're wondering if I'll share with you. Well, you throw in another corn dog and I'll give you a muffin," she continued to look at me strangely, "No? Your loss," I paid for my food and began walking to where Stiles and Scott were sitting, spontaneously, deciding on sitting with them for once.
"Something happened last night, but I don't know what," I heard Scott say as I sat down.
"We'll figure it out, Scottie," I said grabbing a corn dog.
"Wow, Rae, need any more muffins?" Stiles asked sarcastically, "Now I see why you're never sitting with us, you're trying to hide your inner pig."
"Leave me and my muffins alone," I said. Wow, that sounded really wrong.
Stiles rolled his eyes, "With pleasure," then he turned to Scott, "What makes you so sure that Derek even has all the answers?"
Uh, because he is sexy. Just kidding. Well…
"Because during the full moon he wasn't changed. He was in total control. While I was running around in the middle of the night, attacking some totally innocent guy."
"You don't know that," Stiles said.
"I don't not know that," Scott countered.
"That is a major grammar error."
"Really, Rae?"
"Just saying…"
Scott sighed, "I can't go out with Allison. I'll have to cancel." No, Scott!
"No, you're not cancelling. You just can't cancel your entire life," Stiles amended.
"Yeah, listen to him. He's actually making sense for once in his life."
"I choose not to acknowledge that comment."
"You just did."
"…Damn it." He turned to Scott, "We'll figure it out."
I smiled proudly before biting into one of my muffins. That sounded so, so, so, so wrong. God, I have such a sick mind… My dirty thoughts were interrupted by a tray appearing in front of me. I looked up and saw the one thing that made me lose my appetite. Lydia.
I don't know why I can't stand her. Maybe it was her fake sweetness. Maybe it was because she never acknowledged Stiles. Maybe it because she replaced me as Sammy's best friend in fifth grade. I put my money on the last one.
"Figure what out," asked the replacement.
Stiles looked completely shocked that 'the water to his Adderall' was sitting here with us. Ha, that's a good one!
"Oh-uh-um," Stiles and Scott muttered before Scott got out, "Homework."
"Yeah, right Rae?" Stiles nudged me.
"What? Oh, oh yeah."
Stiles laughed nervously before turning to me, whispering, "Why is she sitting with us?"
Swallowing, I whispered, "No clue, but she's sitting here… willingly. Get at that, Stilinski."
Stiles grinned at me then turned to Lydia, who was looking at us, "H-Hi."
"Smooth, Casanova," I whispered, chuckling.
Then all of a sudden people started sitting with us. Sammy sat next to Stiles and Danny came and sat next to me. Then came Allison, Jackson, and two others that were part of the Populars that I didn't know. I was starting to get claustrophobic.
"Get up," Jackson told the guy sitting at the end of the table.
"How come you never ask Danny to get up?"
Danny piped in, "'Cause I never stare at his girlfriend's coin slot."
I snickered and nudged Danny, "Good one." Then I caught the guy that was moving looking down my shirt. "Hey! Don't stare at my coin slot!" I joked.
But Scott growled lowly at the dude and we all turned to him. Scott glared at the dude, but caught everyone staring at him. He cleared his throat and said, "I just got over being sick."
I stifled a laugh, and gave an overly dramatic wink to him. Sammy laughed, getting the inside joke. And I could tell Lydia was annoyed. Ha!
"So I hear that they're saying it's some type of animal that did it. Probably a cougar," Danny said biting into his apple.
Jackson said, "I heard mountain lion."
"I heard it was some hormonal teenager," I smirked.
Suddenly, Stiles yelped.
Everybody turned to him and he said, "Oh, um, stomach problems."
I snickered at him until I felt something jab at my shin, "Ow, bastard-bitch!"
Now it was my turn to get looks.
"What? I cut my finger," I said nursing my perfectly fine finger. All the while, I was glaring at Scott, who seemed entranced with his tray.
"Bastard-bitch?" Allison smiled at me.
I nodded, "Oh yeah. I have a very colorful vocabulary."
"Well, I like it," Lydia said looking at me.
"Thanks…" I couldn't help the look of disdain on my face.
Lydia turned to Jackson, confidently, "Anyway, a cougar is a mountain lion…" After receiving some questioning stares, she played dumb, "Isn't it?"
"Who cares?" Jackson, being the kindhearted guy he is, said, "The guy's probably some homeless tweaker who's going to die anyway." I don't see what Sammy ever saw in him… Him and Lydia, on the other hand, were like a match made in hell.
"Well aren't you a sweetheart," I smiled falsely. He just glared at me.
"Actually, they just found out who it is. Check it out," Stiles showed us a video on his phone.
"The sheriff's department won't speculate on details of the incident, but confirmed the victim, Garrison Myers, did survive the attack. Myers was taken to the local hospital, where he remains in critical condition."
"I know this guy," Scott said after seeing the picture of the man.
"You do?" Allison asked.
Scott nodded, "Yeah, when Raegan and I used to take the bus -back when we lived with our dad- he was the driver."
"Oh yeah…" I mused out loud.
"Can we talk about something slightly more fun, please?" Lydia butted in, "Like…Oh, where are we going tomorrow night?" She turned to Allison and Sam.
Clearly, I was not included. So I made myself scarce.
SAMANTHA STILINSKI
After Lydia asked what we were doing tomorrow night, Rae left. Clearly, she thought she was too cool to hang out with us. Whatever.
Allison looked confused at the question, as was everybody at the table.
Lydia sighed at the incompetence, "You said you and Scott were hanging out tomorrow night, right?"
"Um," Allison said slowly. "We were thinking of what we were going to do."
"Well, I am not sitting at home again watching lacrosse videos. So if the six of us are hanging out, we are doing something fun." Six?
Allison looked even more confused. "Six of us?"
Lydia sighed, frustrated. "Yes, six. You, Scott, me, Jackson, Sammy and…" she trailed off as she looked at Stiles.
"S-Stiles," he stuttered. Aw, he's so whipped.
"Yes, and Stiles," she finished.
I don't think Stiles would like that; watching the love of his life making out with another guy. So I understood when Stiles said, "I have to…help my dad. Yeah, that sounds good. I have to help my dad. No good for me."
And I didn't want to be a fifth wheel, so I declined too.
Lydia just shrugged at us and turned to Jackson. As she looked away, I spun to face Scott to see how he was handling this. I mean, he thought it was going to be an actual date. Just the two of them.
"Hanging out? Like the four of us?" Scott said, "Do you wanna hang out, like us and them?"
"Yeah, I guess. Sounds fun," Allison nodded.
The look on Scott's face was so horrible. Mine couldn't have been better. I signed and Stiles rubbed his face exasperatedly.
"You know what else sounds fun? Stabbing myself in the face with this fork," Jackson held up his fork to his face before Lydia pulled it away.
Suddenly, Lydia gasped, "How about bowling?" she turned to Jackson quickly, "You love to bowl!"
"Yeah, with actual competition."
"How do you know we're not actual competition?" Allison said playfully, "You can bowl, right?" she asked Scott.
"Sort of," Scott answered. I restrained the snort that almost came out.
"Is it 'sort of' or yes?" Jackson asked sitting forward.
"Yes," Scott said exasperatedly. "In fact, I'm a great bowler."
|| Teen Wolf ||
"You're a terrible bowler!" Stiles exclaimed to Scott after lunch.
"Would you like me to remind you of the first and last time we went bowling?" I reminded, "It was your turn to bowl, and I ended up with a broken arm!"
"I know! I'm such an idiot."
"God, it was like watching a car wreck." Yeah, a car wreck times 1,000,000,000. "First, it turned into a group date thing, and then out of nowhere comes that phrase."
"'Hanging out'," Scott said just as bothered as Stiles. You would think the phrase was a death sentence!
"You don't hang out with hot girls. Ok, it's like death." And apparently it is a death sentence. "Once it's hanging out, you might as well be her gay best friend. You and Danny can start hanging out."
"How is this happening? I either killed a guy or I didn't!"
"Wow, isn't that something you hear every day in a school hallway," I commented sarcastically.
"Wow, you really are Stiles' sister," Scott groaned at my sarcasm. It was not my fault, Stilinski's are born with sarcasm. I wasn't as sarcastic as Stiles. Besides, I don't think that anybody could be more sarcastic than my twin brother.
"I don't think Danny likes me very much." Oh Stiles, you off-topic fool.
"I asked Allison on a date and now we're hanging out."
"Am I not attractive to gay guys?"
This conversation was making my head hurt.
"I make first line and the team captain wants to destroy me. And now," Scott looked at his phone, "I'm going to be late for work." He began walking away.
"Wait Scott, you didn't- Am I attractive to gay guys? You didn't answer my question."
|| Teen Wolf ||
After Stiles went home, I headed to the library. I found Isaac is our usual spot. I had been tutoring him for a week now.
"Hey, Isaac," I greeted, sitting down next to him.
"Hey…" Isaac said, staring out the window.
"Okay...What's wrong?" I questioned.
"What? N-nothing is wrong," he stutters, looking at the ground.
"So you brood when you're in a good mood? Ha, that rhymed!" I chuckled. He didn't laugh. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be sarcastic," I continued.
"It's fine," he said genuinely. But he still wasn't making eye contact with me.
Being the stubborn person I am, I wasn't going to avoid the topic. I wanted to make him feel better. When I was little, my dad always used to yell at me for being so stubborn, but he gave up by the time I got to middle school. He says that I probably got it from my mom.
"Fine. I'll just wait until you tell me what's going on with you," I crossed my arms.
"You're really stubborn, you know that right?" he chuckled.
"Believe me, it's a strength and a weakness," I said. "So tell me, what's going on? You can trust me."
The smile dropped from his face, "I just miss my mom. Today's her death anniversary."
I grabbed his hands, "I'm so sorry! I know how you feel. My mom died when I was in fifth grade. I miss her everyday, she was my best friend," I told him.
He glanced down at our hands, "It's really nice to meet someone who understands, you know?"
"Yeah, it is. If you ever want to talk about it, you can talk to me," I smiled. In return, he smiled back.
Starting to feel awkward, I pulled my hands away, "Anyways, you should write a poem about it! It's the best way to get your feelings out. And the best poems are the emotional ones. If you use lots of deep similes and metaphors, I'm sure Mr. Smith will give you an A+!" I grinned.
"Maybe my next poem should be about how a girl named Samantha Stilinski is an amazing friend and how she is totally saving my ass in English class," he smiled. "I unintentionally rhymed there, oh my god," he laughed.
"You can tell you've been spending way too much time with me," I laughed.
"I'm not complaining," he smiled. Was he flirting with me? Not knowing what to do, I pushed him playfully. At times like these, I wish I was as confident and flirty as Lydia and Rae.
RAEGAN MCCALL
A few hours after school had ended, I was in the kitchen, making myself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich while singing Peanut Butter Jelly Time.
I was at the fast part, "Do the peanut butter jelly, peanut butter jelly, peanut butter jelly with a baseball bat," when I heard the front door swing open, halting my singing.
Scott came into the kitchen, "Raegan, I need your help."
"Of course you do," I licked the peanut butter covered knife, "What do you want?"
"I'm going over to Derek's-"
"Count me in," I interrupted. I don't know why I was so obsessed with Derek. Usually, I just hit it and quit it. I mean he was super hot, but lots of guys I've been with were hot. It's never been like this. Maybe it was because he rejected me. No one's ever rejected me before.
"Let me finish. I'm going over to Derek's, to ask for help about the bus. And I need you to come with me, seeing as how you're the only one of us he likes."
"Like I said, count me in," I repeated, taking a bite of the sandwich. With the sandwich in hand, we left the house.
|| Teen Wolf ||
When we got to Derek's, there was a cop cruiser in front of the house.
"Oh shit," I muttered, pulling Scott down, so we'd be hidden by the trees.
The cop was talking into his radio, "It looks pretty deserted, dispatch. Did you want me to take a look inside?"
"Unit 16, it's county property. Order's to make sure it's vacant."
"I don't - I don't think anyone's home."
"For the love of God, 16, go inside and see if anyone's there."
"Copy that," he started walking towards the house when his dog started barking. "Don't do that," the cop told him. The barking just got louder, and the cop gave the house a strange look, "Okay, I'm coming. I'm coming." The cop got into the car, and sped away.
When the coast was clear, Scott and I came out from behind the trees.
"I know you can hear me," Scott announced, I guessed he was talking to Derek. This whole werewolf thing still blew my mind. "I need you help," he told him.
We got no answer. So we walked up to the porch, and Derek opened the door and came out. He looked ticked off. I couldn't blame him.
They just stared at each other, so I nudged Scott and he started, "Okay. I know I was part of you getting arrested and that we basically announced you being here to the hunters. I also don't know what happened to your sister. But I think I did something last night. I had a dream about - someone. But someone else got hurt. And it turns out, that part of the dream might have actually happened."
"You think you attacked the driver?"
"Did you see what I did last night?"
"No."
"Can you at least tell me the truth? Am I gonna hurt someone?"
"Yes."
"Could I kill someone?" Scott was getting louder.
"Yes."
"Am I gonna kill someone?!"
"Probably."
"Derek…" I face-palmed.
After seeing my look, Derek said, "Look, I can show you how to remember. I can show you how to control the shift, even on a full moon. But it's not gonna come for free." Oh, no.
"What do you want?"
"You'll find out." That doesn't sound good. "But for now, I'm gonna give you what you want. Go back to the bus. Go inside. See it, feel it. Let your senses - your sight, smell, touch - let them remember for you."
"That's it? Just - just go back?"
"Do you want to know what happened?
"I just want to know if I hurt him."
"No, you don't. You want to know if you'll hurt her."
|| Teen Wolf ||
After we left Derek's house, we headed for Stiles and Sammy's house. Then the four of us drove to the school in Stiles' Jeep.
We all got out, and Stiles was about to climb the fence when Scott stopped him, "Hey, no, just me. You three need to keep watch."
"What-" Sammy started.
"No!" Stiles finished. "Why are we always the ones keeping watch?"
"Because I'm the one that had the dream. Plus, I need you to protect them," Scott motioned to me and Sammy.
"I did not miss Grease for this!" Sammy scoffed.
I crossed my arms and said, "Plus, if anyone's gonna be saving anyone, it'd be me."
"That's… probably true," Stiles pointed at me, while looking at Scott.
"I don't want you guys to get in trouble, if we get caught."
"Okay, why's it starting to feel like you're Batman and I'm Robin? I don't want to be Robin all the time."
"Nobody's Batman and Robin any of the time."
"Not even some of the time?"
"Just stay here."
"Oh, my God! Fine."
Sammy and I both followed Stiles back into the car, as Scott climbed the fence.
"I hate this!" Sammy groaned. "I left before 'You're the one that I want', which is one of my favorite songs of all time. I'd be fine with leaving if we were actually doing something!" Sammy groaned.
"Sam, stop being dramatic," I rolled my eyes.
"I AM THE LEAST DRAMATIC PERSON THAT HAS EVER WALKED THE EARTH!" she shot back.
"Well, I had to give up Peanut Butter Jelly Time! Excuse me!" I yelled.
"What the hell is that?"
"You know…" I started singing it to demonstrate.
"Peanut Butter Jelly Time?! That is not real, meaningful music!" she scowled.
"It's a funny song! I'm sorry, not everybody can stand to listen to corny Broadway show tunes and that Ed Sheeran crap!" I fired back, assuming she still listened to it.
"Ed Sheeran is one of the best songwriters of our generation and he sings from his heart! I'm sorry that you don't have the heart to listen to him!" she said.
"Oh, please. Every single song sounds exactly the same, like a damn story! And they're all so slow and boring. I fall asleep every time I hear him! You need some David Guetta in your life, boo."
"David Guetta?!"
"Oh my god," Stiles snapped, "Stop fighting! Sammy, you are being a drama queen. And Rae, you know that if you insult something Sammy is passionate about, she turns into a monster!"
"Hey, I am not a-" Sammy got interrupted by headlights coming our way.
"Oh shi-" Stiles began honking the horn.