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"So, you killed her?" Stiles asked, pushing open the dark navy doors of the school and letting you and Scott in.
"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 woke up like that before." Scott mumbled, seemingly dazed and confused.
"I have. Usually ends a little differently." Stiles said, and you hit his chest.
"Oh, my God. Shut up!" You screeched, hitting him again.
"I meant-" Scott said, sending a pointed glare at Stiles. "A, I've never had a dream that felt that real. And B, never give me that much detail about you in bed again."
"Noted. (Y/N), I have a question for you." He said, ignoring the obviously glare of your overprotective brother. "I thought you had to stay home for a while because of the incident?"
You raised your eyebrows. "Mom said it wasn't as bad as they thought and she gave me the option." You shrugged, moving your backpack on your shoulders to relieve some of the strain from all the books.
He nodded, and turned back to your brother. "Look, let me take a guess here though-"
"I know, you think it has something to do with me going out with Allison tomorrow. Like, I'm gonna lose control and rip her throat out or something."
"No, of course not." He paused. "Yeah, that's totally it. Hey, c'mon, it's gonna be fine. Personally, I think you're handling this pretty freakin amazingly. You know, it's not like there's a lycanthropy for beginners class you can take."
"Maybe not a class, but a teacher?" Scott offered.
You immediately blurted the first words that came to your head. "Fuck no."
"Who? Derek?" Stiles asked, hitting Scott on the back of the head. "Did you forget the part where we got him tossed in jail?"
"Yeah, I know! But chasing her, dragging her to the back of the bus, it felt so real."
"How real?"
"Like it actually happened."
You three walked out of another set of double doors, your eyes widening at the sight in front of you. One of the school buses had police surrounding it, there was blood smeared across the back windows. The exit door was bent off two of its hinges, nearly falling off. The seats had claw marks and blood all over them. You turned to Scott and Stiles with a look of pure horror written across your face.
"I think it did." Stiles said.
Scott dashed back inside, you and Stiles following. "She's probably fine!"
"She's not answering my texts, Stiles!"
"It could just be a coincidence, all right? A seriously amazing coincidence."
"Just help me find her, okay?"
You three looked around for her, Scott growing more and more anxious as the seconds passed. Soon enough, you looked over to find he punched the living hell out of a random student's locker. You rolled your eyes and turned the corner, seeing Allison. She saw you, and went to say hi, until your brother clumsily backed up into her, causing her books to drop to the floor.
She smiled, laughing. "You scared the hell out of me." She said as she dropped to her knees to pick up her dropped books.
"You're okay." Scott mumbled, bending down to help her.
"Once my heart starts beating again, yeah."
Your brother sat there as she picked up her stuff, staring at her as if she had died yesterday. Too soon?
"Save me a seat at lunch?" She asked, ruffling his hair.
"Yeah."
"Hi, (Y/N)! C'mon, let's go to Math!" She said, faking happiness at the Math portion of that sentence.
You rolled your eyes and followed behind her.
You went up to your usual table with Scott and Stiles only to find it was full. Lydia and her group were sitting with them, along with Allison. You frowned slightly, and made eye contact with Allison. She went to speak up to have someone move for you, but you shook your head and walked to one of the corner tables to eat alone. You were fine alone, you weren't hurt that they got to sit with Lydia for once. You knew Stiles would enjoy that.
Speaking of Stiles, what was with him? You knew he had a mad crush on Lydia, he has to. The way he looked at her since 5th grade really wasn't subtle. So, why was he kissing you all of a sudden? Maybe, maybe he wanted pratice for her or something. It didn't make sense but when did Stiles ever make sense anyways? You threw your lunch away and headed to the library. You wanted some peace and quiet to listen to some music before your last couple periods of the day.
You were calmly listening to music when someone texted you. You ignored it, enjoying the music you were listening to. It wasn't until you got about five texts that you paid attention.
'New Messages: Stiles (2), Scott (3), Allison (1), Lydia (2).'
You groaned and unlocked your phone to see what they wanted.
Stiles: Where were you at lunch?
Stiles: Allison said she saw you.
You: The table was full so I sat somewhere else.
You closed that chat and opened up the one between you and your brother.
Scott: I AM SO STUPID! ! !i!(#!#2
Scott: I SAID I COULD BOWL AMAZINGLY, (Y/N)
Scott: I CAN'T EVEN BOWL WITHOUT BUMPERS AHFUSDHKJASF
You: You're going bowling with Allison? How did that happen?
You chuckled and opened up Allison's text.
Allison: I'm sorry! I'll save you a seat tomorrow, I promise!
You: Thanks :D
Lastly, you checked texts from Lydia.
Lydia: Sorry, girl, thought there were more seats.
Lydia: I will save you a seat next time, we just needed to talk about tomorrow.
You: Alrighty.
You tucked your phone away and headed to your second to last class.
"This is stupid." You announced. "This is so dumb. You're gonna have a breakdown, and then I'm gonna get in trouble for helping this!"
Stiles rolled his eyes. "She does have a point."
"I need to do this!" Scott exclaimed, jumping out of the jeep and jogging up to the fence. Stiles followed, but was sent back by your brother. You two sat in silence before he spoke up. "Why didn't you say anything? Lydia would've made someone move for you."
You shrugged. "I didn't want to ruin your time with Lydia."
"Oh my god!" He said over dramatically, rolling his head back "I-"
He stopped when you interrupted him. "Stiles, there's lights!"
Stiles instantly starting sounding the car horn, and Scott came running. He managed to do a flip over the fence and get into the passenger seat in time.
"Did it work? Did you remember?"
"Yeah, I was there last night. And the blood, a lot of it was mine."
"So you did attack him?"
"No. I saw glowing eyes in the bus, but they weren't mine. It was Derek."
"What about the driver?"
" I think I was actually trying to protect him."
"Wait, why would Derek help you remember that he attacked the driver?"
"That's what I don't get."
"It's got to be a pack thing."
"What do you mean?"
"Like an initiation. You do the kill together.
"Because ripping someone's throat out is a real bonding experience?"
"Yeah, but you didn't do it, which means you're not a killer. And it also means that-"
"I can go out with Allison."
"I was gonna say it means you won't kill me."
"Oh, yeah. That too."
You rolled your eyes. "Ahem! I was the one who nearly got killed over here."
"Sorry!" Scott grumbled.
You laid back in one of Allison's chairs, watching as she went through her closet to find something to wear. She held up a brown, floral patterned shirt to you and Lydia.
"Mmm, pass." Lydia said.
Allison put it back and pulled out a different shirt.
"Pass." You said, crossing your arms.
Lydia stood up and walked over to help her.
"Pass… Pass… Pass on all of it. God, Allison, your taste is dwindling by the second. Huh-" She stopped, pulling out a sparkly black shirt. Lydia looked to you for approval and you nodded. "This."
Allison took it and stood in front of the mirror with it, holding it up against her body. The door opened and her dad walked in. "Dad? Hello."
He smiled until he realized. "Sorry, I completely forgot to knock."
You smiled and stood. "Hi, Chris."
Lydia smirked and dropped on the bed in a model position. "Hey, Mr. Argent."
"Dad, do you need something?" Allison asked.
"I wanted to tell you that you'll be staying in tonight."
"What? I'm going out with my friends tonight."
"Not when some animal out there is attacking people."
"Dad, Dad-"
"It's out of my hands. There's a curfew. No one's allowed out past 9:30 p.m. Hey, no more arguing."
Allison sighed and crossed her arms.
"Someone's daddy's little girl." Lydia cooed.
"Sometimes, but not tonight." Allison mumbled, grabbing a purple beanie and putting it on her head. She walked over to the window and opened it, climbing out onto the roof. She then proceeded to flip off the roof and stick the landing. "Eight years gymnastics. You coming?"
You nodded and climbed out, jumping down and landing like one of those superhero poses. You stood up and high fived Allison.
"I'll take the stairs."
"Hey, Scott? I'm gonna go to-" Your mom walked into you and your brother's shared room and stopped short upon only seeing you. "(Y/N)? Where's Scott?"
You shrugged. "Honestly, I have no idea."
She walked away and you followed until you heard a bang. You both turned back, your mom grabbing a bat. A dark figured climbed into the window and she went to hit him until you all screamed.
"Stiles, what the hell are you doing here?"
"What am I doing? God, do either of you even play baseball?" Stiles demanded.
Scott then rushed into the room and turned on the light. "Can you please tell your friend to use the front door?"
"But we lock the front door, he wouldn't be able to get in."
"Yeah, exactly. And by the way, do either of you care that there's a police enforced curfew?"
"No." They both said at once.
"No? Alright then. Thank you, (Y/N), for actually following the rules like a good kid and that's enough parenting for tonight. Goodnight." She said as she walked out.
Stiles sighed. "My dad left fifteen minutes ago for the hospital. It was the bus driver. They said he succumbed to his wounds."
"Succumbed?"
"Scott, he's dead."
That's when Scott got up and ran out of the room. You groaned and laid back against your bed, too tired at this point to follow him. Stiles didn't either.
"And you're still here why?" You asked, sitting up finally to go get your phone from the charger.
"Because I wanted to talk to you." He mumbled.
"Stiles, I told you, you like Lydia. Go after her."
"But I don't like Lydia, (Y/N)!"
"Uh huh, su-" You were cut off when he grabbed your wrist and made you look at him. "I kissed you for a reason."
"Stiles, even if you did like me, Scott would kill you. And now, he can literally kill you."
He sighed, nodding. "Fine, but I will prove to you I don't like Lydia."
You nodded. "Bye, Stiles."
"Bye, (Y/N)."
A/N: Hey guys! Sorry this one's shorter, I just couldn't seem to fit you in anywhere else. I mean, I could've but it would've felt unnatural. Sorry for no power talk, I'm still getting to that. This is a basic filler chapter, and I'm sorry for that. This was the third episode, Pack Mentality. I hope you guys liked it.
-Ellie