𝐌𝐲 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐑𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐭 - 𝐓𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟

𝐋𝐘𝐃𝐈𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐒𝐓?

"So, you killed her?" Nova asked as the group of three walked into school, Scott telling the other two about his nightmare.

"I don't know. I just woke up," Scott told her. "And I was sweating like crazy, and I couldn't breathe. I've never had a dream where I woke up like that before."

"Really? I have. Usually ends a little differently," Stiles told him.

"Ew," Nova groaned.

"A, I meant I've never had a dream that felt that real, and B, never give us that much detail about you in bed again," Scott said.

"Noted. Let me take guess here though."

"No, I know. You think it has something with me going out with Allison tomorrow. Like I'm gonna lose control and rip her throat out."

"No, of course not," Stiles said, unconvincingly.

"Yeah, that's totally it," Nova said, saying what Stiles wouldn't. "Hey, 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 Lycanthropy for Beginners class you can take."

"Yeah, not a class, but maybe a teacher," Scott said.

"Who, Derek?" Stiles asked. "You forgetting the part where we got him tossed in jail?"

"Yeah, I know, but chasing her, dragging her to the back of the bus, it felt so real."

"How real?"

"Like it actually happened."

"What, like you think it's a memory?" Nova asked as they walked out the doors to see the police surrounding and photographing a blood soaked bus, it's emergency exit door barely hanging on its hinges. "Oh, I was hoping I was wrong."

"She's probably fine," Stiles tried to convince Scott as him and Nova chased him around the school hallways as he looked down at his phone.

"She's not answering my texts, Stiles," Scott said, frustrated.

"It could just be coincidence, all right?" Nova told him. "A seriously amazing coincidence."

"Just help me find her, okay?" Scotts head whipped around as he frantically searched the student filled hallway. Soon, he disappeared from the twins' sight as his fear and frustration grew. Luckily, he had found a very alive and healthy Allison.

"Maybe it was my blood on the door," Scott said quietly, turning around to face Nova as she tried to pay attention to their science teacher droning on.

"Could have been animal blood," Stiles suggested from next to her. "You know, maybe you caught a rabbit or something."

"And did what?"

"Ate it. I don't know. What you do on your own time is between you and your weird werewolf body," Nova said.

"Raw?" Scott asked, disgusted.

"No, you stopped to bake it in a little werewolf oven. I don't know, you're the one who can't remember anything."

"Ms. Stilinski, if that's your idea of a hushed whisper, you might wanna pull the headphones out every once in a while," Mr. Harris said. "I think you, Mr. Stilinski, and Mr. McCall could benefit from a little distance, yes?"

"No," Stiles said. Nova sighed as the boys packed up their stuff, moving to different seats.

"Let me know if the seperation anxiety becomes too much."

"What about my regular anxiety? Can you do anything about that?" Nova asked.

"Hey, I think they found something," The girl next to Scott said running to the window, everyone following her and crowding around.

They all watched as they wheeled a gurney to an ambulance.

"That's not a rabbit," Scott muttered to Stiles and Nova. Suddenly, the man on the gurney popped up, yelling.

"Okay. This is good. This is good," Stiles told Scott. "He got up, he's not dead. Dead guys can't do that."

"Stiles, I did that," Scott said.

"But dreams aren't memories," Nova said as the group of three walked to their lunch table.

"Then it wasn't a dream," Scott told her. "Something happened last night, and I can't remember what."

"What makes you so sure that Derek even has all the answers?" Stiles asked.

"Because during the full moon he wasn't changed," He explained. "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."

"I don't not know it. I can't go out with Allison. I have to cancel."

"No, you're not canceling, okay?" Nova told him. "You can't just cancel your entire life. We'll figure it out." Each of their heads turned in shock when Lydia Martin sat her tray down at their table.

"Figure what out?" Lydia asked.

"Ha!" Stiles nervously let out.

"Just, uh, homework," Scott lied.

"Why is she sitting with us?" Stiles muttered to Nova and Scott. The two just shrugged as more popular people sat down with them.

"Thanks," Allison smiled when Scott moved his bag so she could sit next to him.

"Hi," Nova said nervously as a cute girl sat down next to her. She turned to Stiles with wide eyes.

"Get up," Jackson told a guy as he wandered over.

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

"Because I don't stare at his girlfriends coin slot," Danny replied. "So I hear they're saying it's some type of animal attack. Probably a cougar."

"I heard mountain lion," Jackson said.

"A cougar is a mountian lion," Lydia told him. Jackson furrowed his eyebrows at her so she put back on her dumb facade. "Isn't it?"

"Who cares? That guy's probably some homeless tweaker who's gonna die anyway."

"Actually, I just found out who it is. Check it out," Stiles said, holding his phone for everyone to watch.

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

"I know this guy," Scott said.

"You do?" Allison asked.

"Yeah, when I used to take the bus, back when I lived with my dad. He was the driver."

"Can we talk about something slightly more fun, please?" Lydia asked. "Like, oh, where are we going tomorrow night? You said you and Scott were hanging out tomorrow night, right?"

"Um, we were thinking of what we were going to do," Allison told her.

"Well, I am not sitting home again watching lacrosse videos, so if the four of us are hanging out, we are doing something fun."

"Hanging out?" Scott asked. "Like, the four of us? Do you wanna hang out, like us and them?"

"Yeah, I guess. Sounds fun," Allison said.

"You know what else sounds fun?" Jackson asked. "Stabbing myself in the face with this fork."

"How about bowling? You love to bowl," Lydia suggested.

"Yeah, with actual competition."

"How do you know we're not actual competition?" Allison asked him. She turned to Scott. "You can bowl, right?"

"Sort of," Scott replied.

"Is it sort of or yes?" Jackson asked.

"Yes," Scott said. "In fact, I'm a great bowler."