A/N: I know I said I would post a poll in regards to the Percy/Stiles ship name at the beginning of this chapter but I haven't gotten around to making it yet so I will post that later. I still don't own Teen Wolf... oh how I wish I did though. I only own the snarky Percy. Enjoy! R&R!
"That's great. Really great." I sigh and hang my head as my phone goes off in my pocket. Pulling it out I see a text from Allison. 'Hey. My dad wants to head home, but call me later…. We have a lot to talk about!'
"What do we do?" Scott asks pulling my gaze from my phone.
"Avoid the creep?" I suggest shrugging my shoulders. "But for right now there's nothing to do. So could I beg one of you to give me a ride home?"
Nods from both the boys lead us to walking out of the door dragging our feet. It had been a long two days.
"Thanks for the ride." I call to Stiles as I shuffle up the path to my front door and argue with the key before it slides in. My parents were already in bed so I didn't have to deal with the third degree right away. Entering my room I pulled off Scott's sweater. Need to give that back eventually. I shake my head and toss the garment at my desk before collapsing onto my bed and letting darkness take over.
"Good morning sweetheart!" My mom bursts into my room early on Monday morning.
"Do you have to be such a morning person?" I mutter pulling the pillow over my head as she whips open the curtains.
"A cheerful attitude makes for a brighter day." She walks over and grabs the pillow tossing it to the floor behind her.
"It also leads to people wanting to strangle you." I groan as I sit up and stretch. "You should keep that in mind."
Ignoring me my mom heads back to the door calling over her shoulder. "Be downstairs in 10, I have to drive you to school because your father is already gone. And I have a life too."
"Yeah!" I shout back as I rifle through my clothes trying to decide on an outfit while stifling yawns. Ugh…. That shift last night killed me. But I want my car back so I will have to suck it up. After changing quickly into a pair of jeans, a button down top and my combat boots I gather my homework and head downstairs.
"So Mom I was thinking….." I started as I rounded the corner into the kitchen to grab some coffee.
"You are not breaking into your college fund to pay to fix your car." She flaps a hand at me as she gathers her purse and car keys.
"The fact that you knew exactly what it was I was going to say is slightly creepy." I stare at her in disbelief while downing half a cup of coffee as quickly as possible.
"Everytime something is wrong with your car you suggest it. It wasn't such a leap." My mom grabs the cup from my hand and places it in the sink before pushing me out the door towards her car.
When we arrive in the parking lot at school my mom quickly shoos me out wishing me a good day before peeling down the street like she was in some sort of race. Shaking my head I start for the door seeing Scott and Stiles not to far ahead. I quicken my pace and catch up to them right as Stiles opens the door and let's Scott enter.
"So you killed her?" He asks his friend not really caring who could hear.
"Who did he kill?" I ask from behind them causing Stiles to jump but push the door open again so I could enter.
"I don't know if I killed her. I just woke up." Scott says raising his hands lightly in confusion. "And I was sweating like crazy, and I couldn't breathe. I've never had a dream where I woke up like that before."
"Are you sure you are a teenage boy?" I ask at the same time that Stiles goes, "Really? I have. Usually ends a little differently."
"A. I meant I've never had a dream that felt that real, and B. never give anyone that much detail about you in bed again." Scott shudders slightly as we walk down the hall.
"Noted." Stiles repositions his backpack on his shoulder causing the lacrosse stick attached to it to whack me in the head. After shooting him a glare I dodge being knocked in the head again before going around to walk on Scott's other side. "Let me take a guess here."
"No, I know," Scott stops Stiles mid sentence. "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."
"Speaking from a totally biased position…." I raise my head and tilt it up to look Scott in the eyes. "I'm kind of partial to you not killing Allison."
"No, of course I don't." Stiles shakes his head at the two of us but at the glare I shot him he continues. "Yeah, that's totally it." Scott huffs a breath through his nose. "Hey, come on, it's gonna be fine, all right? Personally, I think you're handling this pretty freaking amazingly. You know, it's not like there's a Lycnathropy for Beginners class you can take."
"Obviously there isn't one in tact either." I shoot when he takes a breath. "Don't listen to him Scott."
"Yeah, there may not be a class, but maybe a teacher." Scott responds causing both me and Stiles to stop in our tracks.
"Who?" Stiles asks looking slightly offended. "Derek?" He punctuates the name with a slap to the back of Scott's head. "You forgetting the part where we got him tossed in jail?" Stiles voice just continues to rise bringing some peoples head swivelling in our direction. I place a hand on Stiles' arm before hissing out.
"Use your inside voice. People are starting to stare." I point discreetly in the direction of two girls standing at a locker not to far from us, earning me a sheepish look from the overly excited boy.
"I know Stiles, but chasing her, dragging her to the back of the bus, it felt so real." Scott starts heading back down the hallway leaving the two of us to follow him.
"How real?" Stiles asks as we catch up.
"Like it actually happened." Scott mutters pushing the doors at the end of the hall open to reveal a bus with the door ripped off and blood everywhere.
"The sheriff's son and you can't even bring us news that someone died on campus?" I hiss between my teeth peeking around Stiles' shoulder. "I thought you listened in on calls about dead bodies."
"Well now we know why you think your dream was real." Stiles says taking in the scene before us. Scott's jaw drops and he starts tearing through his pockets for his phone.
"Scott… Scott what are you doing?" I try to keep my voice calm.
"I gotta get hold of Allison." Scott finally frees his phone from his pocket and heads off in the direction of the doors back into the school. Stiles and I throw one last look at the bus before rushing after him.
"She's probably fine." Stiles says hopefully holding the door open for me and Scott to pass through.
"She's not answering my texts, Stiles." Scott groans out punching another text into his phone and silently praying for a response.
"I'll go see if she's at her locker." I place a soothing hand on Scott's arm before rushing in the direction of my locker.
Once I reach it and see that Allison is nowhere in sight I pull out my phone and send her a quick text asking where she was. Come on Allison. Answer your phone. I spin the combination lock on my locker and viciously swing the door open as the intercom buzzes to life.
"Attention students this is your principal. I know you're all wondering about the incident that occurred last night to one of our buses." Honestly sir I think we could care less about the bus more about the blood. "While the police work to determine what happened, classes will proceed as scheduled. Thank you." I smirk at the collective groan that courses through the hallway before digging through my bag for stuff to put away. I pull out Scott's sweater and groan at it before tossing it into my locker. Just as I was closing the door to my locker I felt a presence at my side and tensed up.
"Allison where have you been?" I turn around smiling as she flits over to her locker juggling her books.
"Dad was running late. Can you hold these?" She half tosses a couple of her books at me while spinning in the combination to her locker.
"Did you see Scott?" I ask shifting her books so I have a better grip.
"Yes, I ran into him on my way in. Why?" She grins and closes the locker then relieves me of her books.
"He was looking for you earlier." I shrug as the warning bell for class goes off. "I gotta get to class, I'll see you at lunch okay?"
"Where you will tell me what was happening with you and Stiles on Saturday?" She mockingly giggles out at me.
"Don't count on it." I grin and head off to chemistry class making it through the doors right as the bell goes off. I quickly slide into the seat next to Stiles and pull out my notebook.
"Maybe it was my blood on the door." Scott whirls around in his seat as Mr. Harris starts writing on the door.
"You can't just let this go can you?" I mutter copying what's on the board.
"Could have been animal blood." Stiles taps his pencil on his notebook throwing out a theory. "You know, maybe you caught a rabbit or something."
"Ew." I sigh out before reaching out and grabbing the pencil from his hand.
"And did what?" Scott asks innocently.
"Ate it." Stiles says matter-of-factly trying to get the pencil back from me.
"Raw?" Scott throws a glance over at me sounding slightly terrified.
"No, you stopped to bake it in a little werewolf oven." Stiles shakes his head at Scott causing me to bark out a laugh bringing Mr. Harris' eyes over to me.
"Sorry…. Thought of a chemistry joke." I mutter hiding my head behind my notebook.
"I don't know, you're the one who can't remember anything." Stiles says in a hushed tone continuing on his thought.
"Mr. Stilinski, if that's your idea of a hushed whisper," Mr. Harris' disapproving voice floated easily through the room bringing Stiles' head up. "You might want to pull the headphones out every once in a while." Stiles scoffs in a halfhearted chuckle. "I think you and Mr. McCall would benefit from a little distance, yes?"
"No." Stiles looks between me and Scott sounding like a two year old having his favourite toy taken away. Mr. Harris' response was just to point them both towards new seats which they reluctantly went to after throwing a quiet 'Later' at me.
"Let me know if the separation anxiety gets to be too much." Mr. Harris smirks before turning back to the board to continue on with the notes. After I give Stiles a warm smile I turn back to my notebook to continue with my notes.
"Hey, I think they found something." The girl sitting next to Scott yells out, her name started with an A, I think. Everyone clambers over to the window to look down at the bus parking lot. I wind my way through the desks and stop next to Scott with Stiles sliding to a halt behind me. We watched in silence as three men wheeled a gurney to the ambulance, the body on top not moving in the slightest.
"That's not a rabbit." Scott breathes out to me and Stiles, bringing my head around to look at him sadly. When the man on the gurney sits up suddenly screaming, everyone around the windows jump back, including me. I end up clinging to Stiles' sleeve as my eyes remained glued to the window.
"Okay." Stiles unintentionally says moving me away from the window slowly. Scott continues to back up panting his eyes not wavering from the window. "This is good, this is good." Stiles extracts his arm from my death grip and places his hand on Scott's arm. "He got up, he's not dead. Dead guys can't do that."
"Stiles…." Scott breathes out before looking at his friend. "I did that."
"All of you get away from the window." Mr. Harris raises his voice to be heard over the panic going through the room. "Take your seats." I look up at him in confusion. He wants us to continue class like nothing happened? "Sit down!" We all scramble to our seats and remain silent the rest of class.
Our next 2 classes continue with hushed whispers talking about man that had been found. At lunch we make our way to an empty table.
"But dreams aren't memories." Stiles walks around the head of one of the tables whispering to Scott.
"Then it wasn't a dream." Scott retorts slamming his tray down on the table and taking a seat. I slide around Stiles and sit on his left placing my backpack at my feet. "Something happened last night, and I can't remember what."
"What makes you so sure that Derek has all the answers?" Stiles argues with his backpack before letting it fall to the floor behind him.
"Because during the full moon he wasn't changed." Scott coughs out. "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 picks up the orange on his tray and waves it at Scott.
"I don't not know it." Scott replies.
"Double negative." I sigh out causing both the boys to look at me confused. "'Don't not' is a double negative."
"Don't really have time for an English lesson right now." Stiles glares at me.
"Maybe Scott has a point." I reply. "It's not like we know of any other werewolves he can ask for help." I shrug picking up my plastic fork and poking at the meal in front of me.
"I can't go out with Allison. I have to cancel." Scott blurts out after a few seconds of silence.
"What?" I lift my head up so fast my neck cracks.
"No, you're not cancelling, okay?" Stiles gives me a worried look as I bring my hand up to rub my neck. After I wave off his concern he turns back to Scott. "You can't just cancel your entire life. We'll figure it out."
"Besides, there's only so many times I can convince her to forgive you." I smile over his shoulder seeing Allison approaching. "Speak of the devil." My grin falls as I see Lydia slam her tray down in the spot directly to Scott's left.
"Figure what out?" She asks sitting down. Stiles lets out a breath of air in hello and I let my head hang.
"Just, uh, homework." Scott says with a nod at Stiles.
"Why is she sitting with us?" Stiles leans over the table to whisper to Scott. Scott replies with a shrug of his shoulder as the seats around us start to fill up with others from Lydia's clique. I slide my chair slightly closer to Stiles to try and make room for the girl on my left. Scott moves his bag so Allison can sit down across from me.
"Thanks." She giggles out, looking at the space between me and Stiles pointedly. I hang my head again and hide behind my hair as I curse silently. Stiles continues peeling the orange in his hand as he looks to his right where Danny is sitting.
"Get up." I hear come from the head of the table, bringing my head up slightly. I see Jackson pushing at the guy sitting there.
"How come you never ask Danny to get up?" He groans out.
"Because I don't stare at his girlfriend's coin slot." Danny replies in a reasonable tone making the guy grumble before vacating the seat and moving down the table. Jackson takes the empty seat and I groan wishing I could drown myself in the mystery food in front of me. "So I hear they're saying it's some type of animal attack. Probably a cougar."
"I heard mountain lion." Jackson settles into his seat and crosses his legs.
"A cougar is a mountain lion." Lydia states before turning to Jackson innocently. "Isn't it?" I let go of my head and push the tray away before slamming it lightly against the table.
"You okay?" Stiles leans over and whispers to me not taking his eyes off of Lydia.
"Do I look okay?" I answer rolling my head to the side to look at him.
"Are you going to eat those?" He points at the fries on my plate. I raise my head and shake it before sliding the tray over to him. He offers me the orange he had been peeling in exchange. Then he pulls out his phone and starts typing away in regards to whatever the conversation had ended up at. I peeked over his arm to see what he was looking at.
"Actually, I just found out who it is. Check it out." Stiles holds his phone up and angles it so pretty much everyone at the table can watch.
"The Sheriff's Department won't speculate on details of the incident…." A male reporter just off camera says, "but confirmed the victim, Garrison Meyers, did survive the attack." A picture of who I assume is the victim appears on screen. I tilt my head as I try to remember where I'd seen him before. "Meyers was taken to a local hospital where he remains in critical condition."
"I know this guy." Scott stutters out pointing at the phone.
"You do?" Allison asks as we all lean back into our seats.
"Yeah, when I used to take the bus back when I lived with my dad." Scott answers and I raise my head. "He was the driver." That's where I know him from. Awww… He was a nice bus driver.
"Can we talk about something slightly more fun, please?" Lydia twirls her fork in her hand. "Like, oh, where are we going tomorrow night?" She turns on Allison demanding. Allison just gives her a blank stare causing Lydia to elaborate. "You said you and Scott were hanging out tomorrow night, right?"
"Um, we were thinking of what we were gonna do." Allison looks at me for help but I shake my head.
"Well, I am not sitting home again watching lacrosse videos, so if the four of us are hanging out, we are doing something fun." I watch in horror as Lydia continues.
"Hanging out?" Scott looks at Allison very confused. "Like, the four of us?" Stiles covers his face with his hands. "Do you wanna hang out, like us and them?"He asks Allison in whisper so Lydia can't hear him.
"Please, for the love of God, say no Allison." I mutter as Stiles nods in agreement.
"Yeah, I guess. Sounds fun." My head hits the table again with an audible thump bringing everyone's eyes to me for a second.
"You know what else sounds fun?" Jackson asks picking up a fork from his tray. "Stabbing myself in the face with this fork." Stiles' hand hits the table next to my head causing me to turn and look at him.
"How about bowling? You love to bowl." Lydia places her hand on Jackson's arm excitedly.
"Yeah, with actual competition." He responds shaking her off. Stiles stuffs a few French fries in his mouth while staring down Scott.
"Do you have no manners?" I pick up a napkin and pass it to him as I watch in minor disgust.
"Sh." He whispers taking the napkin without even looking at me.
"How do you know we're not actual competition?" Allison leans forward on the table to look at Jackson challengingly. "You can bowl, right?" She smiles up at Scott.
"Sort of." Scott looks over at me and Stiles terrified.
"Is it sort of, or yes?" Jackson pushes further.
"Yes." Scott answers definitively. "In fact, I'm a great bowler."
"He can't bowl can he?" I lean closer to Stiles and whisper out of the corner of my mouth.
"Nope." He replies grabbing another fry as he shakes his head.
"Thought so." I nod before picking my gaze up from the table and look at Allison.
"Why don't you come too?" Allison asks me.
"What?" I bark out feeling Lydia's eyes turn towards me too.
"Well, we haven't hung out in a while. Why don't you come bowling with us?" Allison grins at me before pointing her fork at Stiles. "You can come too."
I just let my jaw drop while Stiles makes random noises. Lydia ignores the two of us and turns back to Jackson to convince him that bowling would be fun.
"Are you trying to kill me?" I hiss across the table at Allison once I snap out of my stupor.
"We will talk about this later." She smiles at me as the bell rings signalling the end of lunch. I huff a breath out before disgustedly picking up my tray and bag and following Scott and Stiles out of the cafeteria.