"please, just let me help you"
"why should i? everyone i know either dies or thinks i'm a total freak show"
Georgia Ray is a social outcast. Nobody bothers to spare her a second glance, unless it's to roll their eyes or scoff. Living alone w...
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"I DON'T EVEN wanna know."
The small group that'd slept on the bus the night prior were all jerked awake. Georgia was entirely sat in Stiles' lap, her body curled around his with her head on his shoulder. Stiles blushed when he realized how close they were, his arms wrapped around her tightly.
"I really don't want to know, but in case you missed the announcement, the meet's cancelled, so we're heading home," Coach snapped in annoyance, "Pack it in. Pack it in!"
Georgia reluctantly slid off of Stiles' thighs, instead sitting beside him with a yawn. Both of her hands lifted to rub at her eyes, still exhausted. It's been a seriously long night. She hadn't really discussed the situation with Stiles, or anyone, for that matter, yet.
Ethan suddenly appeared on the bus, going to sit next to Scott right in front of Stiles and Georgia, "I don't know what happened last night, but I'm pretty sure you saved my life."
Stiles just had to pop in to the conversation, "Actually, I saved your life, but not that it matters that much. It's just," he received irked glares, "it's minor detail."
"So I'm gonna give you something," Ethan continued, "We're pretty sure Derek's still alive." Georgia and Stiles shared looks of shock, "But he killed one of ours. That means one of two things can happen. Either he joins our pack. . ."
"And slaughters his own," Georgia finished, her gaze fiery and pointed at the alpha. She didn't care if he was being helpful, she still felt the urge to rip out his jugular. Stiles placed his hand on her knee, giving it a squeeze to try and comfort her.
"Or Kali goes after him, and we kill him. That's the way it works," Ethan concluded, barely sparing Georgia a glance.
"You know, your little code of ethics there is sort of barbaric, just F.Y.I.," Stiles commented before Georgia could say something much harsher. Ethan rolled his eyes before getting up and going to sit with Danny.
Coach walked down the isle, evidently catching Lydia's attention. She sat up, already reaching a hand out, "Coach, can I see your whistle for a second?" she took it, cupping her hand around it before blowing, "What's that?"
She revealed her hand, a powder now sitting in her palm, "Wolfsbane."
"So every time the coach blew the whistle on the bus, Georgia, Scott, Isaac, Boyd. . ," Stiles leaned over Georgia slightly, a frown on his face.
"And Ethan," Lydia added.
"We all inhaled it," Scott realized. The wolfsbane had messed with their heads, similar to what happened at Lydia's birthday party when Peter influenced her. It was terrifying how powerful the substance was.
"You were all poisoned by it," Allison was sitting nearby too, looking around at her friends.
"So that's how the Darach got in their heads. That's how he did it," Stiles nodded. Suddenly he was reaching out to grab the whistle, throwing it out the window just as the bus took off.
