SILENT GUARDIAN ◦ STILINSKI; REWRITE [1]

eight; raving

RAVING
(HAS NOT BEEN REWRITTEN)

"Are you sure you're all right?"

Carter sighed, rubbing at her left forearm unconsciously babying the wound that was no longer there. Ever since Carter experienced Erica's wound, Scott had been practically glued to her side, asking if she was okay or if she was having any pain. At first, Carter enjoyed and appreciated Scott's concern, but now, it was becoming too much.

"Yes, Scott, like I said before: I'm perfectly fine." Carter answered, walking alongside Scott down the abandoned alleyway.

The two of them had been following Jackson nonstop since everything that had happened in the library. Almost killing Matt, Erica having a life-threatening seizure, and the threat of murdering them all had really put things into perspective.

Carter realized that they had been underestimating their enemy the entire time. It was a losing battle, they were taking blow after blow after blow. Scott and his mother barely converse as well as the fact that he was practically failing all of his classes, Jackson's possessed, Allison was having her family code shoved down her throat, and Carter can hardly stand to be in the same room as her brother.

She was fed up with all of the damage that they were taking on.

Jackson turned out of the alleyway, Scott and Carter peered around the corner as he fell in the line. A long line was formed in front of a building, a dark-skinned girl handing out tickets through the bars of the service elevator, almost as though she were protecting herself from something.

Carter and Scott nod at each other before slowly making their way out of the alleyway and watching as Jackson made his way to the front of the line. They took their places at the end.

The line shifted forward a bit, Scott's eyes widened while Carter fished around in her pockets for cash. Something clicked inside Carter's mind, and she instantly knew that this is the line for tickets to the underground rave Matt had told her about.

Speaking of Matt, "Matt," Carter called out quietly, trying hard not to disturb Jackson. Matt turned his head, making eye contact with both teens. "How much are tickets?"

"Seventy-five."

Both Carter and Scott's eyes widened at the amount. Carter pulled the inside of her pants pockets out, glancing up at Scott in panic, showing him that her pockets were completely empty. Matt turned around slowly as the two of them began to flail their arms around in a questioning manner at one another.

The people in line behind them watched in confusion as Carter slapped Scott's chest when he made a gesture to call Derek; knowing all too well that he has plenty of cash stored away.

Scott threw his arms down to his side in defeat, looking toward Matt again and whispered: "Can I borrow some money?"

"Yeah, how much?"

"Seventy five," Scott replied, causing Carter to, once again, slap his chest for not considering that she was going to need a ticket as well.

Matt's eyebrows crinkled together while he shook his head slightly in disbelief before turning away from the two.

Carter scoffed and rolled her eyes, grabbing Scott's hand and drug him toward the back of the line. A puzzling warmth spread through Carter's entire being, not the painful heat-waves like normal, but this warmth made her feel flustered. She coughed awkwardly and immediately released Scott's hand.