Dandelions (On Hold)

Bus Attack and "I don't do group dates"

My gaze turned to the bus bay, where Sheriff's deputies have taped-off a crime scene around one of the buses. The back of the bus is splattered with blood, and the emergency exit door has been almost completely ripped off and is hanging by a single hinge at the bottom. A crime scene investigator is snapping photos of the wreckage, including one of the back seats, which has been clawed open and is spilling its stuffing out onto the floor.

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

Once chemistry class rolled around there were so many different theories about what had happened with the bus no one could keep any of them straight.

Mr. Harris is writing notes on the chalkboard at the front of the class while a beaker full of clear liquid bubbles in a stand, where it hangs over a Bunsen burner. I quickly scribbled down the notes on the board, as my ears automatically tuned in to Stiles and Scott talking.

"Maybe it was my blood on the door." I heard Scott say, making me look up at the two of them.

"It could have been animal blood." Stiles shrugs and gestures with the pencil in his right hand.  "You know, maybe you caught a rabbit or something?"

Scott shoots him a look, very clearly appalled by this theory. "And did what?"

Stiles shrugs again. "Ate it." I placed my hand over my mouth to stop myself from laughing.

Scott seems to be even more horrified by this statement, asks Stiles incredulously. "Raw?"

Stiles scoffs and gives Scott a look before responding in his usual sarcastic tone of voice. "No, you stopped to bake it in a little Werewolf oven! I don't know, you're the one who can't remember anything."

Scott is still offended, and neither one of them has noticed that Mr. Harris has taken notice of their conversation and has turned to watch them talk with a stern look on his face and his hands on his hips. He finally speaks up in a snide voice to interrupt them, making me cringe. "Mr. Stilinski, if that's your idea of a hushed whisper, you might want to pull the headphones out every once in a while."

Stiles, obviously slightly embarrassed, huffs out a laugh. Because Mr. Harris continues. "I think you and Mr. McCall would benefit from a little distance, yes?"

Stiles scoffs in irritation. "No!"

Harris who is definitely not messing around, stares at Scott and gestures toward the front of the room, implying that this is where he wants Scott to move, before doing the same with Stiles and picking a seat in the back but at the opposite side from where he's currently sitting, which would put him next to me. Scott and Stiles sigh in annoyance and reluctantly pick up their books and papers before moving to their respective desks. 

"Let me know if the separation anxiety gets to be too much." Mr. Harris told them sarcastically.

I see Scott settles in at the desk with Harley, who does not seem at all surprised by Scott and Stiles' shenanigans. As Stiles smiles at me widely seeing that he was going to be sitting with me for a while.

"So, you busy tomorrow night?" He asked quietly grinning at me.

"No, I'm free." I smiled at him my cheeks turning red.

I see Harley look over at the window and is distracted by what is going on outside. Suddenly, she stands to her feet and rushes over to the window to get a better look. "Hey! I think they found something!"

The rest of the class, eager for a distraction, jump to their feet and run over to the windows to join her, myself included as I stand on the outside of the group. Outside in the parking lot, an ambulance is parked at a corner with their lights and sirens on, and two paramedics are quickly wheeling a stretcher with a middle-aged adult man on it towards the open doors in the back of the ambulance.