++++++ I do not own Teen Wolf or any affiliated characters apart from my OC. All rights belong to Jeff Davis and MTV ++++++
Ten
Scott hadn't spoken to Rose since the game on Saturday but on Monday morning when he got to school looked like someone had died. Rose sat on the bonnet of her car with Stiles playing thumb wars when Scott skidded up on his bike, sheer terror written all over his face.
The two of them stopped their game and looked at the werewolf. "Are you okay?" Rose asked him, getting off the bonnet.
Scott shook his head. "No…I think I'm in trouble, big trouble."
Stiles and Rose looked at each other. "What happened?"
"I had a dream, and I think I killed Allison," Scott breathed.
Rose rolled her eyes. "You did not kill Allison, Scott. For one, I can't smell blood on you."
Scott stared at Rose. "Really?"
She shook her head. "Nope, no blood."
"But it was so real," Scott objected, the three of them heading into the school.
"So you killed her than?" Stiles frowned.
He sighed. "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."
Stiles raised an eyebrow. "Really? I have. Usually ends up a little differently."
Scott shot him a glare. "A, I meant I've never had a dream that felt that real, and B, never give me that much detail about you in bed again."
"C, that's insanely hot," Rose grinned.
Scott groaned. "Never say that in front of me again," he ordered.
"Noted," Rose smirked.
"So, let me take a guess here," Stiles started to say.
"No!" Scott yelled, cutting him of. "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."
"No of course no," Stiles replied "Yeah, that's totally it. Hey, come on. It's gonna be fine, all right? Personally, I think you're handling this pretty freakin' amazingly. You know, I's not like there's a lycanthropy for beginners class you can take."
Scott looked at Rose. "How did you do it?"
Rose shrugged. "When I first changed I had someone with me. Her name was Rita. She said voce controla-la, nao deixa-lo controla-lo. You control it, don't let it control you."
"So I need a teacher?" Scott sighed.
Rose nodded. "Yup," she answered, popping the p.
"Derek?" Stiles spat out. "Are you forgetting the part where we got him tossed in jail?"
"We?" Rose laughed. "Yeah, not me. You two bone heads went off without me. Clearly you need a girl in this little group, someone more level headed than you two."
Scott sighed. "I know! But chasing her, dragging her to the back of the bus…it felt do real!"
"How real?" Stiles asked.
Scott cleared his throat. "Like it actually happened."
Rose stopped in her tracks as they came out the other side of the school near where they parked the buses. The stench of blood filled her senses. "I think it did," she whispered.
Scott and Stiles stopped in their tracks and stared out at the scene. The buses were taped off and one particular bus was painted with blood from the inside. There were police everywhere and the school principal was there talking to Stile's dad.
"Are you sure?" Scott snapped, clearly panicking.
Rose nodded. "Yeah, I'm sure, Scott. You definitely don't smell like that. You should be able to the difference. Text Allison, I'm sure she's fine. Meanwhile, I've got World History with Lydia, wish me luck."
Scott huffed at Rose in annoyance and turned away as his best friend and his sister started kissing against the side wall. "Can you two give it a rest?" he growled.
"See you at lunch," Rose grinned. She pecked Stiles on the lips and walked back into the building.
"It's bad enough you're dating my sister," Scott growled. "Making out in front of me-not cool! I sat there last night and watched her scribble your name in her notebook with little hearts all around it."
"Rose?" Stiles chuckled.
Scott nodded. "Yeah. I think I rather her in Brazil. Far away from kissing my best friend."
Stiles laughed. "Hey, I like the new Rose. So, you gonna text Allison or what?"
The three of them didn't see each other til lunch time.
Rose came into the cafeteria with an arm full of books before grabbing her lunch and joining the boys at the table. "Saw Allison in French today," she told Scott with a slight smile. "That was good…than I heard about the guy they brought out of the bus and was still alive."
"We were just talking about that," Stile answered. "Trying to tell Scott that dreams aren't memories."
"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 shot right back.
"Because during the full moon he wasn't changed," Scott replied. "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 frowned.
"I don't not know it!" Scott snapped. "I can't go out with Allison. I have to cancel."
Rose shoveled some salad down followed by an entire bottle of water.
"No, you're not cancelling, okay?" Stiles told him. "You can't just cancel your entire life. We'll figure it out."
"Figure what out?" Lydia questioned, inviting herself to sit down at the table.
Rose almost choked on her salad.
"Just homework," Scott stammered.
"Yeah," Stiles nodded. "Why is she sitting with us?" he whispered.
Lydia's presence was shortly followed by Allison, Jackson, Danny and many of the other members of the popular clique.
Jackson stared down at the guy who had taken the seat at the head of the table. "Get up," he snapped, forcing the guy to move.
"How come you never ask Danny to get up?" he objected.
"Because I don't stare at his girlfriend's coin slot," Danny answered. "So, I hear they're saying it's some kind of animal attack. Probably a cougar," he pointed out, changing the subject.
"I hear mountain lion," Jackson blurted out.
Rose rolled her eyes. A cougar is a mountain lion, moron.
"A cougar is a mountain lion," Lydia spoke up. "Isn't it?"
"Who cares?" Jackson laughed. "The guys probably some homeless tweaker who's gonna die anyway."
"You're all heart, Jackson," Rose sneered.
"Actually, I just found out who it is," Stiles answered. "Check it out."
Rose looked down at his phone and frowned. "Scott, we know this guy."
"We do?" he frowned. "Oh, we do, yeah," he added, looking at the picture of the man.
"Garrison Meyers," Rose repeated. "He used to drive the bus when we lived with dad. Yeah, he was the bus driver."
Lydia sighed loud enough to be heard. "Can we talk about something slightly more fun? Please? Like, oh," she grinned, "where are we going tomorrow night? You said you and Scott were hanging out tomorrow night?" she smirked, pointing at Allison and Scott.
Allison balked. "Um-we were thinking of what we were gonna do."
Lydia grinned. "Well, I am not sitting home again watching lacrosse videos. So, if the four of us are hanging out, are we going something fun?"
Rose smirked into her salad.
"I'm sure Rose and Stiles can join us," Lydia added. "Seeing as though they're attached at the hip these days."
Rose gripped the fork a little too hard, feeling it bend in her grip. She cleared her throat. "Ah, no, we're fine. We already have plans."
"We do?" Stiles asked her.
"Yes," she replied through her teeth. "English project."
"Oh yeah," Stiles nodded, finally catching on. "Sorry, looks like it's just you four."
Scott shot his sister a glare but she was too busy eating with her bent fork to notice.
++++++ Thoughts and or suggestions would be lovely and highly appreciated as to what you think I should put for Rose's first heat back in Beacon Hills. I have an idea but it's not a very good idea so if someone has a better one, that would be awesome ++++++