"So, you killed her?" Stiles asks
"I don't know. I just woke up. 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."
"I really don't want to know." Hope says
"A, I meant I've never had a dream that felt that real, and B, never give that much detail about you in bed again."
"Agree." Hope agrees.
"Noted. Let me take a guess here though."
"No, I know. 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."
"No, of course not. Yeah, that's totally it."
"Hey, come on. It's gonna be fine, all right?" Hope tries to assure him. "Personally, I think you're handling this pretty freaking amazingly. "
"Yeah, it's not like there's a Lycanthropy fo Beginner class you can take." Stiles says.
"Not a class, but a teacher."
"Who, Derek?" Stiles slaps him in the head "You forgetting the part where we got him tossed in jail?"
"He's right. He's totally mad." Hope says.
"Speaking of the devil, is there any chance you are in touch with him?"
"Nope."
They all went to the school bus and were shocked to see it full of blood. Scott enters nervous the building again.
"Maybe she is fine." Stiles says
"She's not answering my texts."
"It could be just a coincidence, all right?"
"Just help me find her, okay?"
Scott starts to freak out and, in anger, punches Jackson's locker. Then, he bumps into Allison. He immediately calms down.
"You scared the hell out of me" Allison says.
"You're okay."
"Once my heart starts beating again, yeah. What?"
"I'm just happy to see you."
<<Attention all students. This is your principle here. I know you are all wondering about the incident that occured last night to one of our buses. While the police work to determine what happened, classes will proceed as scheduled. Thank you.>>
"See you at lunch?" Allison asks.
"Yeah."
.......
In science class:
"Maybe it was my blood on that door."
"Could have been animal blood. You caught a rabbit or something." Stiles suggests
"And did what exactly?" Hope asks sarcastically
"Ate it."
"Raw?" Scott asks
"No, you stopped to bake it in a little werewolf oven." Stiles answers sarcastically " I don't know you're the one who can't remember anything."
"Mr. Stilinski, if that's your idea of whispering, you might wanna pull the headphones out every once in a while." the teacher says." I think you, mr. McCall and ms. Tate would benefit from a little distance, yes?"
"No."
The teacher shows Stiles where to sit.
"Hey! I think they found something." A girl shouts from the opposite side of class.
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The Hope of Beacon Hills
FanfictionHope Tate is an adopted 16 years old who lives a normal life in Beacon Hills. Well, at least that's what her father thinks. When it comes to being friends with Scott McCall and Stiles Stilinski, nothing is normal.