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Also, I got my first hate mail! Someone messaged me angrily, talking about another story having the thing where a character feels pain when someone is in trouble? No, I never read a story like that, so no, I did not copy it. I respect writer's ideas and creativity enough to not take that away from them. I thought of every minute detail in this story on my own, and to be honest, I am very taken aback by the accusations. I have never 'stolen' an idea from another writer. But let's be honest, this is fanfiction, so there are bound to be some overlapping details in stories. The most important thing for a writer to do is to use their own ideas, and stick to their own story!:)

So sorry for the rant, but that really pushed my buttons.:) I have never and will never steal another human being's work or ideas.

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"I can't believe I agreed to this." I muttered from the backseat. Allison simply rolled her eyes in the rearview mirror. "Like you would've let me leave without you." She snorted. Lydia nodded her head in agreement.

Allison turned her attention back to the bus. "Am I getting too close? I'm getting too close, aren't I?" She said worriedly. I chuckled lightly. Lydia smirked. "That depends." She began, "Are you just following the bus, or are you planning on mounting it at some point?"

I grinned at her. "Yeah I should back off." Allison whispered. Lydia and I nodded in agreement. "Well that also depends." Lydia continued. "Do you mean the bus, or the ex-boyfriend you're currently stalking?" She asked innocently before turning to look at me. "Ex-boyfriends." She corrected herself.

I sighed. "I'm not letting him out of my sight." I told Lydia. Allison nodded in agreement. "Not after what happened." She added. "By the way, this all started when he came knocking at my door."

I looked at her questioningly. "Scott did what?" I asked her. She shrugged and told us about Scott's visit/warning. I rolled my eyes. "You know, you probably should've listened to him." I mumbled. She gave me a pointed look. "You weren't saying that when you had the bow in your hands." She reminded me. I just shrugged innocently. Lydia smirked.

We drove in silence for a while before Lydia spoke up. "So is that whole 'not let them out of your sight' thing literal, or more like a general rule?" She asked. Allison looked up. "Why?"

"You're running on fumes." She told her, pointing to the almost empty gas meter. "Ugh!" Allison yelled in frustration at the same time I muttered, "Crap.".

"Yeah," Lydia continued. "And I'm pretty sure that bus holds a lot more gas than this toyota."

"What if we stop?" Allison said. Lydia shrugged. "Is it really that big of a deal? So we lose them? We know where they're headed."

I growled under my breath. "You didn't see what happened." I told the oblivious girl. She didn't look up. "I know who started it."

Her light comment made my blood boil. "Is that what Aiden told you?" Allison pried. "Aiden?" Lydia chuckled. "Whoa whoa whoa, hold on a second. Is that why you invited me on this whole little road trip thing?" She questioned. I met Allison's eyes in the mirror. We didn't say anything.

"Oh my gosh." She said. "You're keeping an eye on them, and me." She shook her head slowly.

"So there's nothing going on between you two?" Allison asked her interrogatively. Lydia feigned surprise. "I am appalled by the insinuation." I narrowed my eyes. "Nothing?" I asked her. She nodded, eyes wide. "Nothing." She said with finality. I sighed. "Lydia, he's using you, you know. He tried to do it with me."

Lydia shook her head stubbornly. "He was just using you to get to Isaac. What would he use me for?" She pursed her lips. I shook my head incredulously, not planning on arguing with her. She pulled out a tube of lipstick and applied it slowly while smiling, deep in thought.

Allison glanced over at her. "What?" Lydia questioned. Allison shook her head and turned her attention back to the road. "Oh, crap. Seriously?" She groaned. I sat up and looked out the window. There was a long line of traffic up the road. We were going to be there for a while. "Just be patient." I consoled her. She groaned again.

"Hey, look on the bright side! Now we can have some girl talk!" Lydia announced perkily. I groaned and leaned back in my seat as Lydia began to talk about tampons, and Jackson, and clothes, and Jackson, and a little bit of Stiles, surprisingly.

"What about you, Lucy?" Lydia questioned, smiling widely. I frowned. "I'm sorry, what?" I asked, as I had zoned out. Lydia rolled her eyes. "What's it like with Isaac? I mean, he's your ex. It's awkward, right?"

I frowned. "I-It's not really awkward. I-uh, nevermind." I sighed. Allison frowned and turned to me. "What?" She prodded. I grimaced. "Nothing."

Lydia pressed her lips together. "Just say it." She told me, her voice full of boredom. I bit my lip. "I just don't know what to do."

Allison cocked her head to the side. "What do you mean?" She asked.

I thought for a moment before answering. "I-I still love him." I said quietly. "But how can I just go up to him and tell him that, now?"

Lydia raised her eyebrows. "How does he feel about you?" She questioned. I furrowed my brows. "That's the thing. I never know where I stand with him. First he kissed me and wanted to get back together, and when I told him I didn't want to, he hated me." I sighed. "And then he was fine with me the next day, and then he yelled at me again."

Allison looked utterly confused, while Lydia had a knowing look in her eyes. "That sounds odd-" Allison began to speak until Lydia cut her off. "It's called bipolar love." She explained in a knowing tone. "He loves you, but when you told him you don't love him back, he doesn't know how to act around you now, so he just uses all of his emotions."

I stared at her in surprise, not saying anything. "My advice is to tell him that you love him." Lydia continued, ignoring my appalled expression. "Before someone else takes him from you." She ended with a shrug.

I let out a short breath, not meeting her or Allison's eyes. "When?"

She shrugged once again. "When it's the right time."

Suddenly, Lydia's phone began to ring. She pulled it out of her pocket. "It's Stiles." She said quickly before answering. "Hey Stiles." She said casually. I rolled my eyes at her obviousness. "Yeah, we're just about to walk into a movie, you know, the popcorn and-" She was quickly interrupted by him, although I didn't hear what he said. "Okay." Lydia muttered before putting him on speaker phone.

"Okay, look, Scott's still hurt." Stiles said through the phone. I looked at Allison in surprise. "What do you mean still? He's not healing?" She questioned. "No, he's not healing. I think he's actually getting worse. The blood is turning like a black color." My eyes widened. "That's not good." I whispered.

"Well, what's wrong with him?" Lydia asked. I heard Stiles scoff over the phone. "What's wrong with him? Do I have a PhD in lycanthropy, how am I supposed to know that? Also, Isaac and Boyd are getting restless. Mostly Boyd, but, yeah." Stiles added.

Allison breathed deeply. "We need to get Scott off the bus." She said worriedly. "And take him where? A hospital?" Lydia said to her. Allison nodded. "If he's dying, yeah."

"Stiles, try to get the coach to stop." I told him. "There's a rest area about a mile up."

"Yeah, I've been trying." He muttered, a hint of annoyance in his voice. "Well reason with him." Allison ordered. "Reason?!" Stiles exclaimed. "Have you met this guy?"

"Just try something." Allison begged worriedly. Stiles reluctantly agreed and hung up the phone.

"I hope this works." I muttered.

"Ew! I got some on my shoe!" Someone exclaimed. "Jared, you suck!" The coach exclaimed to the poor, sick boy. I chuckled before running to follow Allison, Stiles and Lydia as they took Scott into the bathroom. Before I got there, though, someone grabbed me.

"Hey!" I yelled. It was Isaac. "What are you doing here?" He whispered fervently. I opened my mouth but no words came out. A moment passed until Stiles and Lydia stumbled out of the bathroom. "Is he okay?" I asked, turning to them. Stiles looked at the ground nervously. Isaac turned his attention to Stiles. "Is who okay?" He questioned threateningly.

Stiles sighed. "Uh, it's Scott. Allison's got him, but he's not healing. He might be dying." Isaac's eyes flashed a deadly yellow. "I'm going to kill him." He muttered. He stalked over to Ethan dangerously, Boyd in pursuit. Before the alpha twin could do anything, Isaac brought his fist across the boy's face, knocking him against a tree. "Isaac!" I yelled. Boyd stood there grinning while Isaac punched Ethan repeatedly. "Isaac!" The coach yelled at him. He didn't stop.

I grabbed Isaac around the waist to try to pull him off. "Isaac!" I yelled in his ear with force as I tried to control him. He suddenly paused in punching, and stood up slowly just as Scott was coming out. I watched in surprise as Isaac turned to me. "I'm sorry." He said. I watched him with saddened eyes as Ethan slowly got up with the help of Danny. The coach brushed it off as if nothing happened. "Okay, back on the bus, everyone!" He yelled.

Eventually, Allison, Lydia and I convinced the coach to let us go on the bus with them. The argument ended with me sitting in between Isaac and Boyd. Isaac said he wasn't going to let me anywhere near Ethan if he wasn't with me. I sighed at the awkwardness of the arrangement.

"Isaac, what were you thinking?" I demanded. He didn't look at me. "Isaac." I demanded again. He sighed. "Scott almost died, Lucy. If Scott died, I would've killed him." He growled, pointing a finger at Ethan. "And what about Derek, huh? You didn't act that way when Derek died." I accused him. He snorted. "Derek's not dead." He told me. Boyd's head snapped in Isaac's direction in surprise.

"What are you talking about Isaac?" I breathed.

"If Derek was dead, I'd feel it. And not to mention, one of us would take his place as alpha." He shrugged. "I don't think he's dead."

I gaped at him. "If Derek's not dead, then where is he?" I whispered. Isaac shrugged. "Hell if I know."