"So you killed her?" Of course I was talking about Allison. That was the subject matter of every single one of our conversations over the weekend. It was the last thing I wanted to hear when I got to school on Monday, but I knew that was what Scott was going to bring up. Scott had a date with her coming up and it was all he could talk about. She occupied every single one of his thoughts. Made sense that his violent dreams of murder would star her too.

"I don't know," Scott said. "I just woke up." Scott had just finished recounting his vivid nightmare of murdering Allison on a bus. Not that I would ever say it outloud, but that seemed like a very possible outcome of their relationship. She was dating a werewolf after all. Shit was bound to happen.

"I was sweating like crazy and I couldn't breathe," Scott continued. "I've never had a dream where I've woken up like that before."

"Really? I have." I remembered waking up after first considering the possibility Scott could be a werewolf. That dream was so vivid and real. "Usually ends a little differently." I smiled after saying the last part in order to imply I was talking about something different. Scott looked at me disgusted and I knew it had worked. I didn't want Scott to think I was afraid of him because I wasn't. Not really.

"Let me just take a guess here," I said wanting to voice my opinion.

"No," Scott interrupted. "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."

Damn. He was paying attention. "No, of course not." Pause for comedic sarcasm. "Yeah that's totally it." I always jump at any opportunity to put a humorous spin on violent murder. Scott didn't seem amused. "C'mon. It's gonna be fine. Personally I think you're handling this pretty freaking amazingly. There's not like a 'Lycanthropy for Beginners' class that you can take."

"Not a class," Scott said, "but maybe a teacher."

It took a moment for me to figure out who he was talking about. When I did, I was filled with the white hot rage and burning curiosity that only came when Derek Hale was mentioned. "Who, Derek?" That prompted me to smack Scott in the back of the head. It probably didn't hurt him, but it's the thought that counts. "You're forgetting the part where we tossed him in jail." Like he would ever help us. Like I would ever let him.

"I know," Scott said, "but chasing her, dragging her to the back of the bus, it felt so real."

"How real," I inquired, still fuming over Derek.

"Like it actually happened."

We were heading outside in order to take a shortcut to our first period class. When we pushed open the back doors we were met with a gruesome site. A bus was sealed off with police tape and it was apparent a bloody crime had gone done near the back. The emergency door in the back was horribly bent and disfigured. Blood covered it entirely and it looked like a trail of it lead into the bus. From Scott's mortified expression on his face, I knew this was the bus from his dream. From his memory.

"Scott," I whispered. "I think it did happen."

Scott was speechless and looked nauseated. I only hoped he wouldn't freak out and kill somebody right now. Suddenly and without warning, Scott turned around and legged it back inside the school. I followed quickly and when I caught up with him, he had already sent 10 text messages to Allison. This looked bad. Really bad. But I mean, why would he kill Allison? He was freaking in love with her. Why would he do that? Holy shit, did he kill her?

"Has she responded?" I asked anxiously. We were still walking swiftly down the hallway looking for the dark haired girl.

"Oh my God," Scott groaned, still sending texts.

"She's probably fine," I reassured. I didn't want him freaking out right now.

"She's not answering my texts, Stiles," Scott moaned.

"Could just be a coincidence," I suggested. Ok, not even I believed that one. "A seriously amazing coincidence." We still couldn't find her in the halls.

"Just help me find her, ok?" Scott put on a sudden burst of speed and I staggered trying to keep up with him. I looked around me again and when I didn't see her I turned back toward Scott. He wasn't there. Fuck. He must of sped up again.

"Goddammit Scott," I muttered. Why was he always doing this? Whatever. I had to keep looking for Allison myself. I ran up and down all the hallways but couldn't find her. She could just be sick. Or injured. Or dead. Oh, fuck me. I was doubling back to the entrance when the principal came on over the intercom and said that classes would still resume despite the whole bus fiasco. Well, great. Thank you, that's exactly what I needed to hear. I was walking down the stairs and past Allison when-wait. What? Allison? Allison! I grabbed her arm before she could continue walking any further.

"Oh hey," she said pleasantly. She smiled brightly. She was completely fine. Oh, thank God.

"Hey," I said back. "Didn't see you since the game." Awkward silence. "So how was your weekend?" I realized I was still holding onto her arm and let it go, moving my hands to inside the pockets of my jacket.

"It was fine," Allison said. "Didn't really do much. Hey, can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"Did you talk to Scott at all this weekend?"

"Uh, yeah," I replied. Where was this going?

"Did he talk about me at all?" Oh, of course.

"When didn't he talk about you," I answered honestly. "You're all that's on his mind. Seriously, he never shuts up. Like ever."

Allison smiled widely. "Well, that's good to know. Hey we can talk more at lunch. I gotta get to class."

"Oh yeah," I said walking backwards, almost tripping. "Me too." Did she say she was gonna eat lunch with us? Scott and I always ate alone. It was our thing. I had no intentions of being the third wheel. Still, it would be nice to have a girl to talk to for once. Scott just gets weirded out by all my feminine issues. Rightly so, women are fucking complex. I left Allison and walked toward my first period. I saw Scott smiling and knew he knew Allison was alive. It wasn't until my least favorite class, Chemistry, with my least favorite teacher, Mr. Harrison, that I was able to talk to him. We were sat at lab tables just opposite of each other.

"So I guess you know Allison is all right," I said in a hushed whisper. Didn't want Harrison to hear us.

"Yeah," Scott answered. "I was so worried. But even though she's ok, something still happened."

"There sure was a lot of blood," I said looking out the window. We had a perfect view of the crime scene from this classroom.

"Maybe it was my blood on the door," Scott suggested.

"Could've been animal blood," I thought out loud. "Maybe you caught a rabbit or something."

"And did what?" Scott asked.

"Ate it." What else would he have done with it?

"Raw?" Scott asked mortified.

"No you stopped to bake it in a little werewolf oven," I mocked. "I don't know. You're the one who can't remember anything."

"Miss Stilinski," Mr. Harris boomed. Hearing his voice ticked me off. I really didn't like him. And of course he singles me out because he apparently doesn't like me either.

"If that's your idea of a hushed whisper," he continued, "then maybe you should pull the headphones out every once and awhile." Um, excuse you? I only snorted instead of throwing out a string of profanities.

"Maybe you and Mr. McCall would benefit from some distance, yes?" Scott and I locked eyes before I looked back at Mr. Harris.

"No," I whined. I didn't really like being too far away from Scott, even more so now. Mr. Harris only responded by pointing at me and then at a seat at the back of the room. Reluctantly Scott and I both got up and moved to different seats away from each other.

"Let me know if the separation anxiety gets to be too much," Mr. Harris sneered. I laughed sarcastically in response and then said under my breath, "You are so fucking funny." I hoped Scott would be able to hear that. I wasn't even able to reorganize all my stuff until a girl stood up and pointed out the window.

"I think they found something!" she exclaimed.

Every student, Scott and I included, jumped out of our seats and rushed to gather around the window. A man was being taken into an ambulance on a stretcher. His clothes were torn up and bloody.

"That's not a rabbit," Scott murmured. His face was pale.

The man suddenly sprang awake with a loud scream. The entire class jumped and stepped away from the window. The man struggled, trying to get off the gurney, but the paramedics held him down and put him in the ambulance.

"Ok this is good," I said to Scott, but mostly to myself. He had backed away from everyone else now. I went up to him and put my hand on his shoulder. "He's not dead. He got up. Dead people can't do that."

I looked into his eyes silently pleading for a response. Scott looked like he was about to cry and if he cried I was going to cry. Couldn't have that now could we?

Scott took in a shaky breath. "Stiles." He swallowed anxiously. "I did that." He clutched my shoulder for support and unsteadily made his way back to his seat. He looked as though he was about to collapse.

"Hey," I said putting my arm around his shoulder. "We don't know that for sure. Maybe it was Derek and he did this just to freak you out. That's the kind of bullshit that asshole would pull." And I swore to God that if did do this to mess with Scott I wouldn't mind giving him a smack. With my jeep.

"I don't know," Scott whispered as he sat. "I still have the memory. What if-"

"Alright," Mr. Harris interrupted. His attention wasn't directed at us but rather the group of students still frantically murmuring by the window. "We still have a class to do. Lunch is next period. You can talk and speculate then. For now, please return to your seats."

Everyone began to sit back down and Mr. Harris' eyes fell on me and Scott. "The policy between you two still stands." He pointed me to the back of the classroom.

"Are you serious?" I complained. Scott was still shaking under my hands.

"Do I look like I'm joking?" Mr. Harris rebutted. I huffed out angrily but rose to me feet. Who the hell did this asshole think is?

"We'll talk at lunch," I whispered to Scott before leaving. He nodded silently.

"Perhaps you should take a lock of his hair to remember him by while you're apart," Mr. Harris snickered. The class awkwardly giggled, but when they saw my face they shut up immediately. I wasn't sure what my face looked like right now, but it probably wasn't pretty. As I sat down at the back of the class, I was having trouble deciding whether I hated Derek or Mr. Harris more. I looked at Scott and when I thought about everything Derek did and was probably going to do to him, there was no contest.