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The Unexpected

Chapter Five: Train Wrecks and Gay Friendship, Fall Out Boy Song Title or Another Day at Beacon Hills?


Cara stood outside of the school on Monday, anxiously waiting for Boyd. She wasn't sure if they were okay or if he was still not talking to her. She didn't see him on Saturday at the game and he still hadn't answered her calls. When her eyes landed on the tall, dark skinned boy, she ran to him to make sure he didn't glide by her.

"Boyd!" She called, getting his attention in the cluster of students loitering outside the school. "Wait a second!" He sighed, waiting for her to catch up. "Look, I'm sorry Boyd."

"I know." He said, looking her straight in the eyes. "You've said that in my voicemail for the past three days."

"Okay, I'm sorry about that too. But I just don't wanna lose our friendship over something so stupid and petty." Boyd's eyes softened slightly. But he stood his ground. He was bound and determined to teach Cara a lesson. She needed to realize that her actions had consequences.

"Sometimes you just don't know when to shut up, Cara."

"I know, and I'll work on that." She said with conviction. "And I know I'm not the best friend in the world to put up with, but you know how. You are the only person who can deal with me the right way, Boyd." She tried to crack a smile at him, but it looked more like a grimace.

"And you have a hard time dealing with your problems."

"Yes, I'll work on that too." She claimed, insecurely pushing a lock of straightened blonde hair behind her ear.

"And you need to learn that your actions create consequences." He finished, turning to walk away from the blonde without waiting to hear a response. Cara sighed, wishing to turn to sludge and sink into the ground so she wouldn't have to face the school day alone.

After stopping at her locker, she decided she needed a breath of air to clear her head. So she turned to step outside through the school's back doors. Her small pale hands opened the metal open with push.

"Holy shit," The blonde whispered to herself, staring at the scene in front of her. There was a school bus. Except the school bus' back door was bent and mangled and hanging off it's hinges while bloody hand prints were smudged all over it. The back seats of the bus that she could see were torn and stuffing was falling out. It looked like a murder scene straight out of a crime show. Police officers and forensic crew members were scattered all over, examining the bus behind crime scene tape. Cara immediately turned, pulling herself back into the school and away from the horrific sight before she could see any more. Holy fucking shit. There- there was blood. A-A lot of fucking blood. Holy-oh my god. Cara's hand covered her mouth in terror. How could they just leave the bus there? In-in a school parking lot. With kids? And-And teenagers who can just walk out and-and see it. I mean- I-I think I'm gonna have a panic attack.

Ever since Cara was seven and witnessed her mother cutting the tip of her finger off with a steak knife she has been terrified of copious amounts of blood. The one time Susan made an attempt to cook on Thanksgiving, she ended up being too tipsy to cut straight. A seven year old Cara had to call an ambulance to keep her mother from pouring old whiskey on it and bandaging it with duct tape.

Calm down, Cara. She heard a voice in the back of her mind tell her. It sounded like Boyd. I'm right here. Everything is okay.

But you're not here. A-And it's-it's happening. Cara's brain stuttered while she compulsively pushed her hair behind her ear. I'm having a panic attack.

You're not going to have a panic attack Cara. You're going to be fine. She nodded to herself, but she could feel the sweat building on her neck and on her forehead. Her chest constricted painfully. Her fingertips were tingling. Her legs wanted desperately to give out from underneath her.

"Attention students, this is your principal. I know you're all wondering about the incident that occured last night to one of our buses, but while the police work to determine what happened, classes will proceed as scheduled. Thank you."

The announcement made Cara jump. It was enough to bring her back to reality, make her realize where she was. How she got there. And that she was in the middle of a school hallway. She struggled to catch her breath, holding a hand to her chest. But, instead of standing there any longer, forcing her to remember the scene outside, she took a deep breath and drug herself through the hall to her first period. Math.


Despite her mild panic attack that morning, she successfully put the scene from her mind. She threw her entire self into the story her class was reading in English and fiercely answered all the questions the teacher asked in Math. Whether they were right or not. The students and the teachers were taken aback by her sudden passion but didn't dare question her. The teachers couldn't have been happier that she showed interest in the material and the students were more than willing to let her take all the questions for them.

But, her distraction was in vain because halfway through her English class a girl stood up to point out the window.

"Look! Look! They found something!" Cara stayed in her seat while the other students congregated around the window. She ignored their chatter. But she did jump with everyone else when they heard a scream. It was distorted and painful, Cara shut her eyes tight to block it out. Picturing a mangled, shredded, bloody body to match the petrified scream. Bile rose in her throat and she had to hold her breath to keep from puking all over her desk. But, she refused to get up. Her muscles locked in place, refusing to move. Even after everyone sat down, she stayed still. Even when the teacher continued to ask questions and read passages, Cara ignored him. She only moved after the bell rang and she had to make her way to lunch.


"But dreams aren't memories." Stiles reassured Scott as they slumped down at their lunch table. He had been freaking out the whole day, worry plaguing his entirety. Stiles had been consoling him though, trying to distract him. Albeit, Scott just couldn't let it go.

"But it wasn't a dream." Scott reminded him. "Okay, something happened last night and I can't remember what."

"What makes you so sure that Derek even has all the answers?" Stiles pressed, grabbing the orange on his tray and beginning to peel it. That was another thing Stiles was trying to put from Scott's head. Derek.

"Because during the full moon he wasn't changed." The shaggy haired boy said, ignoring his food completely. "He was in total control while I was running around in the middle of the night attacking some innocent guy."

"You don't know that."

"I don't not know it." Scott fired back, feeling anxiety build in his stomach thinking about the possibility of maiming a man. "I can't go out with Alison, I have to cancel."

"No, you're not canceling. You can't just cancel your entire life." Stiles said, thinking quietly in his head just how screwed they were. But he would never voice his worries to his already unstable best friend. "We'll figure it out."

"Figure what out?" Cara asked, plopping in the seat next to Stiles as if she sat there everyday. He had to do a double take to realize it was her, her hair was pin straight and it fell a few inches past her shoulders, instead of it's usual springy curls that rested at the base of her neck. They both gave her a weird look, then shared a puzzled look with each other.

"Homework." Scott covered fast.

"You have this lunch?" Stiles asked without paying Scott's attempt at a cover any attention. She smirked, picking up her plastic fork to pick into her food.

"Yup." Cara decided that sitting with Boyd today would be a bad idea. And she thanked her lucky stars when she saw Stiles and Scott sitting at a vacant table after she exited the lunch line.

"Not to be rude but why are you sitting with us?" Scott asked, but Cara was never given the opportunity to answer because Lydia Martin herself took a seat beside Scott. After the initial shock dissipated, confusion quickly filled it's spot. They peered at her with dumbstruck expressions and were met with a condescending simper, and another person sat at the head of the table. He was tall and had shaggy hair and a plaid shirt. He smiled at Lydia, as if they were old friends. And then another boy sat down on the other side of Stiles. He was tan and built and was wearing a skin tight red shirt. And then another one walked over, smiling brightly at Scott as he moved his bag to give the girl an open seat.

"Thanks," She said, setting her tray down and sitting in front of Cara. She obviously was Scott's friend, since Alison had never seen her in the tight circle that Lydia likes to keep at her disposal. The dark haired girl smiled at Cara then, realizing neither of them knew each other. Alison wanted to make sure she knew all of Scott's friends. She had no intention of assuming Scott would always ditch his friends for her and didn't want sore feelings between them when he did, or vise versa. Little did she know though, Cara wasn't exactly close with the floppy haired kid. "I'm Alison." She said, setting her bag down next to her on the floor.

"Cara," She said shortly before her eyes moved to see yet another person coming to sit with them, but she stopped quickly, seeing Jackson Whittemore tell the boy at the head of the table to move.

"How come you never ask Danny to get up?" He asked begrudgingly.

"Cause I don't stare at his girlfriend's coin slot." The one in red shot back, smirking as he watched the boy move to another table. She immediately realized that Danny was the mediator, watching as he started a conversation among the table as soon as possible. "So I heard they're saying it's some sort of animal attack. Probably a cougar." The mangled and bloody bus flashed before her eyes and she almost had to grip the table to keep from seeing stars. But she pushed the scene from her mind and pressed on. Focusing solely on the words floating in the air, not what they actually meant.

"I heard mountain lion." Cara rolled her eyes. Jackson might be hot, but he's an idiot.

"A cougar is a mountain lion." She heard Lydia mumbled just loud enough for everyone to hear. "Isn't it?" She added after Jackson gave her a weird look. Cara sighed, turning back to her food. Figures, girls who actually have brains and looks have to act stupid so Mister Alpha Male doesn't feel inadequate. If Jackson wasn't so hot I'd sock him.

"Who cares? The guy's probably some homeless tweeker who's gonna die anyways." Cara's lip curled in disgust.

"He's still a person." Cara retorted, just loud enough to make Jackson's head shoot in her direction. His eyes narrowed. Almost protectively, Stiles quickly provided the information he retrieved on his phone.

"Actually I just found out who it is," He claimed, holding his phone out. "Check it out." He held his phone so everyone could see it. Cara had to lean painfully close to Stiles to see over his arm, but decided to ignored it. The phone flashed images of the sheriff and other officials along with the bus, which made her stomach churn, and a picture of the attacked man; pre-attack. Luckily looking at a video through a phone didn't have the same effect as seeing it up close and personal.

"The Sheriff's department won't speculate on details of the incident, but confirmed the victim, Garrison Meyers, did survive the attack. Meyers was taken to a local hospital where he remains in critical condition."

"I-I know this guy," Scott muttered after the video was over.

"You do?" Alison asked, looking at Scott regretfully.

"Yeah, when I used to take the bus back when I lived with my dad. He was the driver." Scott and Stiles shared a look, as if they knew something the rest of the table didn't. It made Cara raise a suspicious brow but was stopped from making a comment by the strawberry blonde.

"Can we talk about something slightly more fun, please." It was more of an order than a request. "Like," She droned, thinking. "Oh, where are we going tomorrow night?" She asked, turning to look at the brunette who just took a large bite of food. "You said you and Scott are hanging out tomorrow right?" Cara stifled a chuckle, seeing Alison look like a deer in headlights. She glanced at Scott.

"Um, we were thinking of what we were gonna do."

"Well, I'm not sitting home again watching lacrosse videos," She shot Jackson a fierce look. "So if the four of us are hanging out, we are doing something fun." Alison took a large gulp of water.

"H-Hanging out?" Scott stuttered, looking over at the brunette. Cara leaned back in her chair to watch the scene. Alison shrugged helplessly. "Like, the four of us?" Stiles practically had to cover his mouth to stop from interrupting this train wreck. "Do you want to hang out, like, us and them?"

"Yeah, I guess." She shrugged. "Sounds fun."

"You know what else sounds fun?" Jackson cut in quickly. "Stabbing myself in the face with this fork." He stated, holding up a plastic fork from the table. Lydia swatted it out of his hands.

"How about bowling?" Lydia asked Jackson, completely disregarding the other couple who would be accompanying them. "You love to bowl."

"Yeah, with actual competition." Jackson stated. Cara watched Alison lean over to look Jackson in the eyes and knew, this wasn't going to be good.

"How do you know we aren't actual competition?" She looked at Scott. "You can bowl, right?"

"Sort of," He muttered, unsure.

Jackson pushed all the things on the table aside to lean on it with his elbows, folding his hands. He was attempting to show off his alpha male stripes and appear intimidating. Cara snorted, making Stiles nudge her arm. "Is it sort of? Or yes?"

"Yes," He said, leaning around Lydia to look Jackson straight in the face. "In fact, I'm a great bowler." Scott's voice was so full of determination and conviction, it was painstakingly obvious to Cara that he was lying. She felt Stiles spaz slightly next to her and quietly leaned over to whisper:

"He sucks doesn't he?"

"Oh yeah," He replied looking at Jackson's amused look. He only leaned back in his chair with his muscular arms folded across his chest.

"We'll see."


"You're a terrible bowler!" Stiles reminded Scott as they left their last class of the day.

"I know! I'm such an idiot." Scott shot back, slumping his shoulders.

"God, it was like watching a car wreck. I mean, first it turned into the whole group date thing. And then outta nowhere, comes that phrase."

"Hanging out."

"You don't hang out with hot girls, okay. It's like death. Once it's hanging out, you mind as well be her gay best friend. You and Danny can start hanging out." Stiles said as the pair continued down the hallway of the school.

"How is this happening?" Scott asked, more himself than Stiles. "I either killed a guy or I didn't,"

"I don't think Danny likes me very much."

"I ask Alison on a date and now we're hanging out," Scott continued, oblivious to Stiles random burble.

"Am I not attractive to gay guys?" Stiles asked Scott, though he totally ignored him. Again.

"I make first line and the captain wants to destroy me and now," The floppy haired boy looked down at his cell phone, realizing the time. "Now I'm gonna be late for work."

"Wait Scott! You didn't- am I attractive to gay guy- you didn't answer my question." He finished with a sigh. Stiles turned to walk down the hall only to come face to face with Cara. He jumped.

"Holy mother of-"

"You have good bone structure but you're clothes could use some sprucing up. The lacrosse stick hanging out of your bag is a little off putting. And your constant ogling of Lydia Martin kinda steers them away."

"What?" Stiles asked, hearing what she said, but choosing to act as if he hadn't.

"Nothing," She smirked, shaking her head. "Where you off to?"

"Home." Stiles said with a sigh, going to walk around Cara slow enough so she knew to follow him. She fell into step next to him, her legs moving faster to keep up with his long strides.

"Now, that doesn't sound very fun."

"Well, where are you going?" He retorted, crossing his arms.

"Detention." Stiles laughed. "Not as fun as your option I guess." She conceded, chuckling along with him.

"Let me guess," Stiles paused mockingly, holding out a finger, as if he had to think about it. "Mhmm, Harrison?"

"Woah, give the wiz-kid a prize." Cara said, giving the tall one a shove in the shoulder. Stiles laughed, gaining his balance back.

"Hey, it's not my fault I'm so clever." He shrugged, gripping the straps of his bag as they came closer the doors of the school. Cara sighed, knowing she couldn't be late to her detention.

"I really don't wanna go to detention." She uttered with a sigh, looking up at the buzz-head sadly. He looked down at her, seeing her green eyes reflect the fluorescent lights back to him. He never realized how big her eyes were, or how green they were. They were like the color of willow trees in the spring. He heard her cough, and his eyes snapped back to the front of him.

"Uh-um, you should-uh, get to that detention." Stiles stuttered out, the grip on his bag getting tighter. "Harrison'll freak if your late."

"Yeah, you're right." Cara took a deep breath and looked to her left, seeing a hallway that would lead her to the stairs that would ultimately take her to Harrison. "I guess this is where I get off."

"See you around." He said, waving at the blonde as she began walking backwards to her destination.

"See ya, Stilinski." With a smirk she turned to face the way she needed, leaving Stiles standing in the same spot, his eyes on her retreating back. The very words he told Scott were swimming in his mind, making him shake his head and walk out the doors that opened to the student parking lot.

You don't hang out with hot girls, okay.

I know.

It's like death.

I know.

Once it's hanging out, you mind as well be her gay best friend.

I know.

You and Danny can start hanging out.

I wonder if he finds me attractive.


"Mom?" Cara called, sulking through the front door of her mobile home. The lemon wasn't parked in the driveway, but didn't pass off the idea of someone possibly being home. The air was stale and there wasn't a single sound made to respond to her question. "You home?" She called again, dropping her bag on the cluttered dining table and walking past the kitchen to her mom and Steve's bedroom. She put her her ear to the wooden door and strained to hear through the thin board. Hearing nothing, she twisted the brass colored handle and pushed into the room. It was empty.

"Of course," Cara voiced out loud. Leave when you should be at home resting. Jack ass. Without thinking much more into it, she turned around and walked back out the front door. If she didn't need to be home, why would she be? A walk sounded better than sitting in that boring trailer with nothing to do but clean. That's probably what Susan had planned, leaving Cara home by herself to clean. Cara always did clean the best when she was bored. Or hungry.

She trudged out of the trailer park and onto the main road that led back into town. She didn't know where she was going, but went either way. Cara relished in the feeling of distance growing between her and the trailer park with every step she took. But, the cold and anger didn't distract her for long. Soon, her mind started to wonder. First, it took her to maple brown eyes. Shining in the overhead lights of the school hallway. His stupid buzz cut. His jokes. His laugh. His skin. His moles. Everything. She thought about how he sat out of the game on Saturday. She thought about seeing him in the hospital. She then shivered in embarrassment at the fact that he saw her inebriated mother. She thought about what his mom must be like. She remembered how close him and Scott were. And she wondered if he and Scott became best friends the way her and Boyd did.

Then, she thought about Boyd. About their argument that morning. About all the fun things they've done together. About getting drunk on his roof almost every weekend since they were freshmen. About how unfair it was that he was stuck with the life he had. If anyone deserved better, it was him. Not her. She deserves what she has. She isn't a good person. But Boyd is. Vernon Boyd IV. Who has been there for her since kindergarten and who would probably still be there for her right now if she wasn't such an idiot. It was only a matter of time before she screwed up. She always did.

That made her think of her mom. Her idiotic, neurotic, gambling, cigarette addicted mother. Who was such a screw up she could turn any decent man into a child abandoning douche bag. And lucky her, Steve wasn't a decent guy. Steve, who she wished would abandon them. Her mom, who brought a neglective and manipulative man into an already neglected and manipulated household. She never missed her own father more than when Steve moved in.

She often daydreamed of her dad showing up one day to whisk her away from the hell she lived in. Cara knew that her dad wasn't a good person. He was actually quite a terrible person. He never paid child support, not that her mom would ever take him to court over it. He left his only child alone with that terrible woman and never thought twice about it. If he had, he wouldn't have left. Admittedly, she wasn't as bad when she was that young. But, she was no where near mother of the year. He left when Cara was six. She was at that age where no matter what your father does, it's heroic and incredible and awe-inspiring. She loved her dad to her core. He was the most amazing person she had ever known. Which is often why she blames him so much. If he was such a hero, why didn't he rescue me? Why didn't he take me away? Those were questions that have plagued her since she realized her dad wasn't coming back.

Cara looked up at a street light, seeing the lamp flicker on. She had been walking for three hours. With a sigh, she turned back in the direction she came and began the trek back to her broken home.


A/N

Okay so, I don't know if any of you guys have read my bio recently, but some pretty intense things are happening at my house right now. And the updates will probably be a little bit slow. But, the show must.. go all over the place... or something. And I will not let you guys go too long without a chapter, mark my words.
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