Weight of the World

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Allison was close to tailing the bus. "Am I getting too close? I'm getting too close, aren't I?"

Lydia glanced up from her book and shrugged. "That depends. Are you just following the bus, or are you planning on mounting it at some point."

"You're gonna make them suspicious," Molly warned. "I bet Stiles is already onto you."

Allison nodded. "Yeah, I should back off."

Lydia sighed. "Well, that also depends. Oh, do you mean the bus, the ex-boyfriend you're currently stalking, or Molly's not-boyfriend?"

Molly shot her a look. "For the last time, Stiles and I are just friends."

"Oh, sure. You're just friends, but you two are always worrying about each other, he's head over heels for you and you're trying to pretend you don't feel the same, but yeah, you're just friends."

"Lydia, shut up. I will bitch slap you."

Allison snuck a glance at Lydia in the rearview mirror. "Well, after it happened, I'm not letting him out of my sight, and I'm sure Molly is worried about him as well."

"Hm," Lydia hummed.

"And by the way, this all started when he came knocking at my door."

"For what?" Lydia wondered.

No one answered, and Molly leaned forward, closer to Allison. "Are you going to keep following that bus? Because you're kind of taking the "not letting them out of your sight" literally."

"Why?" Allison questioned.

"You're gonna run out of gas."

Allison groaned. "Ugh."

Lydia glanced at Molly and nodded. "Yeah. And I'm pretty sure that bus hold a lot more gas than this Toyota."

Allison glanced to Lydia a second time. "What if we stop?"

Lydia rolled her eyes. "Is it really that big of a deal? I mean, so we lose them. We know where they're headed."

Molly frowned. "Leaving Stiles alone equals something stupid happening."

Allison nodded. "You didn't see what happened."

"I know who started it," Lydia said.

Molly glanced at her with a light smirk. "Is that what Aiden told you?"

"Aiden?" Lydia asked in an innocent tone. She glared at Allison. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on a second. Is that why you invited me on this whole little road trip thing? Oh, my gosh. You're keeping an eye on them and me."

"So there's nothing between you two?" Allison asked.

Lydia pursed her lips. "I'm appalled by the insinuation."

"Nothing?" Molly pressed in a teasing tone.

Lydia shot her a look. "Nothing."

Traffic stopped and Molly let out a frustrated groan.

Lydia's phone started ringing and she answered. "Hey, Stiles. Yeah, we're just about to walk into a movie, uh, you know, the popcorn and..."

"I know you're following us."

"Okay."

She put her phone on speaker and Stiles' voice resounded. "Okay, look, Scott's still hurt."

Allison frowned. "What do you mean still? He's not healing?"

"No, he's not healing. I think he's actually getting worse. The blood's turning, like, a black color."