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11.Watch yourself!

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  ELORA HADN'T MOVED FOR THE REST OF the bus drive—or the few hours that she had been asleep on the shoulder of Scott McCall. It seemed that the past few days had exhausted them all since Scott followed after her only a few minuets later. Whatever the blonde beside him did seemed to make his wounds a little more bearable. They were still excruciatingly painful, but even the slightest bit of relief made a difference.

      When Elora did wake up—yet again due to the blowing of coaches whistle—she was surprised that she had managed to sleep so soundly for so long, especially since she had left her seat beside Dean a considerable amount of time ago. Of course she wasn't aware of the deathly glaring match that had been occurring between her boyfriend and her brother, any time he made a move towards the sleeping blonde.

     It didn't sit well that Dean didn't get on with his girlfriends brother, especially considering he was the only blood family that the girl had who cared about her. It was all well and good being on the good side of her parents, but when they weren't there to care for her enough for it to mean anything, But Ethan was there every day, he was constantly with his sister. Being on his bad side only made the girls brother more desperate for her to realise her feelings for his best friend.

    But never the less, Elora enjoyed her sleep while it lasted, only to be awoken by the same subject that put her to sleep. "Jared, I'm warning you, I'm an empathetic vomiter-- you throw up, I'm gonna throw up right back on you, and it will be profoundly disgusting." Coach stressed, standing beside the boy who had a bucket clasped in his arms and a ghastly expression on his complexion.

    The boy in question grimaced as coach re brought up the topic, shaking his head slowly. "Please don't talk about throwing up... It's not good..." He struggled to spit out against the undesirably need to wretch as he spoke.

    Elora always knew that Coach was...erratic? Maybe a little stupid, but in this situation it was almost like he wanted Jared to throw up on him. "I might throw up on you just to make a point, Jared." He added once again only making the situation worse.

     "It's not good... It's not good..." He repeated again.

     The erratic man then turned to the rest of the bus with his hands on his hips, "Now, the rest of you, don't think we're gonna miss this meet because of a slight traffic jam... a minor tornado warning... Jared... We're gonna make this thing. Nothing is gonna stop us!" he warned them all, adamant that they would make it against all odds. Elora didn't fancy their odds.

     Neither did Stiles who raised his hand in protest.

     Coach rolled his eyes irritated, "Stilinski, put your hand down." He denied quickly not giving the boy any time of day before turning back towards the front.

Stiles ignored the man's warning and continued to argue against him never the less. "You know, there's, like, a food exit about a half mile up. I don't know, if we stop, and then maybe--" he began to suggest—seemingly being the only one of their group to have enough energy, even Ethan was dozed off beside him.

"We're not gonna stop." Coach denied.

"Okay, but if we stop--"

"Stilinski! Shut it! Seriously! It's a little bus! Stop asking me questions!" Elora groaned at the incessant shouting. Coach was right, it was a small buss. So small that his whistle managed to echo around her head every time he blew it. Once the pair had stopped with their bickering she rested her head back against Scott's shoulder, the pair getting comfortable again.