Chapter five

On Monday, Wendy grabbed a ride with Lydia, who had demanded that she ride with her and also that she picked out her outfit. They spent ten minutes that morning arguing whether or not Wendy could wear skinny jeans. In the end, Wendy won and picked out the nicest pair of skinny jeans that she owned. Lydia picked out a white, off the shoulder top with white wedges to match. Wendy braided her hair over her shoulder and off they went.

As soon as they walked into the school, the girls parted their separate ways and Wendy walked up behind her brother and her best friend. They had yet to notice her, in too deep with their conversation. Wendy grinned and hopped on Stiles' back causing him to let out a shriek.

"Oh, god, what are you doing? Who is this?" Stiles asked.

"Your worst nightmare," she growled in a husky voice in his ear. "Who do you think it is, idiot?"

Scott snickered from beside them.

"Well, can you get off?" Stiles asked as he struggled to hold her up.

"I'm not that heavy and no, I will not get off. You need to work on your strength now that you know that supernatural creatures exist so you're going to carry me from class to class," she told him.

"You're going to be the death of me," he said, groaning as he grabbed a better hold of her legs.

She laughed and kissed his cheek. Scott shook his head at the two of them.

"Anyways, I was just telling Stiles about my dream," Scott told his sister.

"Oh yeah, I remember you telling me that at two in the morning," she said glaring at her twin brother.

"So, you killed her?" Stiles asked, shifting her weight.

"I don't know. I just woke up. And I was sweating like crazy, and I couldn't breathe. I've never had a dream where I woke up like that before," Scott said.

"Really? I have. Usually ends a little differently," Stiles said with a smirk.

"Glad to know that you dream about me, Stilinski, but let's focus here for a moment on Scott's problem," Wendy replied with a grin.

"Ha! Who said it was about you?" Stiles asked.

"A: I meant I've never had a dream that felt that real," Scott said. "And B: never give me that much detail about you in bed again and Wendy, I would prefer to NOT think about my best friend and my little sister."

"Noted," they said in unison.

"Let me take a guess here -," Stiles said but was interrupted by Scott.

"No, I 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," Scott said.

"No, of course not," Stiles said and Wendy hit 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. You know, it's not like there's a lycanthropy for beginners class you can take."

"Not a class, but maybe a teacher," Scott and Wendy said in unison.

"Who? Derek?" Stiles asked, incredulous. "You forgetting the part where we got him tossed in jail?"

"Yeah, I know, but chasing her, dragging her to the back of the bust, it felt so real," he replied.

"Hey, bro, there's no way you could have killed her. You're not a killer. Just because you're a werewolf does not mean you're a killer. I'm sure she's fine," Wendy said.

"How real?" Stiles asked.

"Like it actually happened," Scott replied.

The boys exit the school building and walked right into a crime scene, with a torn open school bus and blood everywhere. There were claw marks on the seats and door.

"I think it did," Stiles said and Wendy hit him. "OW!"

She slid right off his back and the three of walked back into the building with a freaking out Scott, who was worried that Allison wasn't answering his texts. His fear and worry started to trigger a shift, and Scott punched a dent in someone's locker. Wendy and Stiles watched in distress but calmed down when they spotted Allison, who Scott then backed into.

"You scared the hell out of me," Allison told him but Scott was so relieved that he couldn't stop smiling.

Wendy and Stiles shared a look of relief, smiling at each other.

"Come on, Stilinski," she said, patting him on the back and climbing back on. "Let's get to class."

"Come on," Stiles said, groaning.

"Lift with your legs, not your back," she told him, cheerfully.

In Chemistry, Wendy sat next to Stiles as Scott turned around to suggest that maybe he blood on the bus door was his.

"Could have been animal blood," Stiles suggested. "You know, maybe you caught a rabbit or something."

"And did what?" Scott asked.

"Ate it," Stiles implied.

"Raw?" Scott asked with disbelief and horror.

Wendy scowled at Stiles and hit him in the back.

"No, you stopped to bake it in a little werewolf oven. I don't know, you're the one who can't remember anything," Stiles said and Wendy hit him again. "OoooW! Quite hitting me!"

"Mr. Stilinski," Mr. Harris spoke causing them to shut up. "If that's your idea of a hushed whisperer, you might want to pull the headphones out every once in a while. I think you and Mr. McCall would benefit from a little distance, yes?"

"No," he said firmly.

"Let me know if the separation anxiety get to be too much," Harris said. "Miss McCall, will this be a problem for you?"

"No, sir, Stilinski happens to be a pain in my ass, pardon my language," she said with sincerity.

"I feel your pain, Miss McCall," Harris said as he turned around.

Stiles glared at Wendy as he moved from his seat. She grinned and waved goodbye to him. Harley turned to Scott.

"I think they found something," she said.

Everyone got up to look and watched as the EMT's rolled a body on a gurney into a waiting truck. Stiles stood behind Wendy, breathing down her neck.

"That's not a rabbit," Scott told him.

Suddenly the man on the gurney sat up, shrieking and the whole class screamed. Wendy backed up into Stiles' arms and he pulled her into a comforting hug with her back still pressed against his chest. If she hadn't been so freaked out about the man on the gurney she would be enjoying this time with Stiles. Scott retreated into the room and the other two followed.

"Okay, this is good, this is good. He got up, he's not dead. Dead guys can't do that," Stiles said, his arms still wrapped around Wendy.

"Stiles - I did that," Scott said and Wendy reached out with a comforting to pat him on the shoulder.

"But dreams aren't memories," Stiles said as the three of them gathered in the lunch room later that day.

"Then it wasn't a dream. Something happened last night, and I can't remember what," Scott said.

"Well, let's not jump to conclusions until we know for sure what happened. You might not have done this," Wendy told her brother, giving him a reassuring smile.

"She's right, and what makes you so sure that Derek even has all the answers?" Stiles asked, not like the plan to go see him.

"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," Scott said.

"You don't know that," Stiles and Wendy said in unison.

"I don't not know it. I can't go out with Allison. I have to cancel," Scott said.

"No, you're not canceling, okay? You can't cancel your entire life, we'll figure it out," Stiles said.

"Figure what out?" Lydia asked as she sat her try down next to Scott, momentarily rendering Stiles speechless.

"Just homework," Scott said as the rest of Lydia's and Jackson's friends sat down with them.

"Yeah, why is she sitting with us?" Stiles asked.

Wendy rolled her eyes, it was because of Scott's sudden change in athletic abilities that they were sitting with them. If it wasn't for that then they wouldn't be sitting here. Jackson ordered one of his friends to get up because there wasn't any room and Danny began to talk about the attack in the bus.

"Probably a cougar," Danny said.

"I heard mountain lion," Jackson said.

"A cougar is a mountain lion, isn't it?" Lydia asked dumbly.

Wendy couldn't help but roll her eyes again. She hated that Lydia was dumbing herself down for this guy, she was way too smart for this asshat.

"Who cares? The guy's probably some homeless tweaker who's going to die anyway," Jackson said.

"Are you even human?" Wendy snapped at him and he just flipped her off in reply, causing both Stiles and Scott to glare at him.

Stiles played a news video on his phone that stated that the man, Garrison Meyers, survived.

"I know this guy, Wendy does too," Scott said and she looked at him in confusion.

"You do?" Allison asked.

"Yeah, when we used to take the bus back when we lived with our dad, he was the driver," Scott said.

"OH, yeah!" she exclaimed, snapping her fingers at him.

"Can we talk about something slightly more fun, please? Like, oh, where are we going tomorrow night? You said you and Scott were hanging out tomorrow night, right?" Lydia asked.

"Um, we were thinking of what we were going to do," Allison said.

"Well, I am not sitting at home again watching lacrosse videos, so if the four of us are hanging out, we are doing something fun," Lydia said.

"Hanging out? Like, the four of us? Do you want to hang out, like us and them?" Scott asked Allison.

"Yeah, I guess. Sounds fun," Allison said.

Jackson would rather stab himself in the face with a fork, but Lydia insisted.

"How about bowling? You love to bowl," Jackson said, and Allison took that as a challenge.

Stiles aggressively ate his fries, devastated that he would be left alone, and Wendy watched in amusement as her brother bragged to Jackson that he was a great bowler which was a complete lie. She left the lunch room quickly when the bell rang, having had to head to her newspaper class. She had just made it in there when she received a text from Stiles. She let out a snort when she read it.

Am I not attractive to gay guys?

Why do you care? Do you want gay guys to be attracted to you? *GASP* Stiles, is there something you aren't telling Scott and I?

I AM NOT GAY!

Yeah, that's what they all say.

:|

Wendy giggled as she put away her phone when class started. Later that afternoon, she grabbed a ride with Stiles and was surprised that he was so silent.

"Why so quiet, Stilinski?" she asked him. "Are you still mad about the joke I made earlier? It was just a joke, I don't really think you are gay. Stiles, talk to me."

"Does anyone find me attractive?" Stiles asked softly.

"Oh, Stiles, of course someone finds you attractive. There's someone out there who wants you," Wendy said, gently.

"But it's not Lydia," Stiles said with a pout.

"Look, Stiles, Lydia maybe smart but she's completely dumb when it comes to relationships. She doesn't see what's right in front of her because she's too blinded by popularity. You're a really good guy, the best in fact and she can't see that because she's falling for a really big jerk, but you are the nicest and the funniest. If she can't see that than she is an idiot because you are attractive, at least I think you are," Wendy said as she rambled on and froze, realizing what she said.

Stiles pulled into the drive way of his house and put the jeep in park. He took out the keys and turned to her with wide eyes.

"Y-y-you find me attractive?" Stiles asked with shock.

"No, no, no, that's not what I said. I meant that other people find you attractive," Wendy said. "It's not me, no not at all. OH GOD."

She jumped out of the jeep and slammed the door. She took off down the stairs, her heart pounding in her chest. If he didn't know that she had feelings for him then he did now. Wendy could hear him calling her name but she ignored him and continued to run. She wasn't ready for this yet because he wasn't ready. He still had feelings for Lydia. She felt him grab her arm and turn her around then his lips were on hers. It was nice, his lips were soft and he tasted surprisingly sweet. That's when the vision came to her.

The jeep lay on its side; glass broken and doors dented. Fire came from behind it and Stiles lay on the ground. He was bleeding and he wasn't breathing. He wasn't breathing. Stiles was dead.

She broke the kiss and put a hand on her mouth in horror. Her hands were shaking and her knees felt weak. Her breathing was ragged and Stiles looked shocked himself like he couldn't believe that he just did that. She began to cry.

"I-I can't believe that you did that," she said and pushed his chest, causing him to stumble backwards. "You have feelings for Lydia! You have none for me! I know it!"

"Yeah, I know it too," he said grumbling and scratching the back of his head.

"Screw you, Stilinski," Wendy told him and paused. "Take me home."