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Holy shit he's in my room, I mean he was in it earlier but this time I'm taking one of Scott's pillows and setting it beside mine for him. Shit shit shit. I don't know why I was like hey you should stay it's already late out let's have a sleepover theoretically to any guy this has an 70% chance of coming across as an invitation to do- well more things that I wouldn't really be opposed to I wan very attracted to Stiles but- I have to remind myself that I hadn't kissed a guy in like a year I wouldn't even remember how to kiss. Why am I speaking of kissing? Do I want to kiss him? Is this why my heart is beating fast and I'm avoiding eye contact with him? I haven't really felt all this before and it was terrifying it was something new and I felt lost in it. "When my stuff gets here I'll have my queen bed in here but for now- this!" I gesture towards the twin sized bed. He falls into the bed, his head laying down on the pillow. He holds his arm out and I get into my bed, laying on my side facing towards him. "This okay?" I asked, laying my head on his chest. "Mhm." I looked up and his eyes were already closed, he seemed really super tired. "You're staring." He whispered. "No I'm not." I lie and continue to look at how the light from the window gently illuminates half of his face. He opens one eye and peeks down at me and I smile. "You're not tired?" He asked fully opening his eyes. "I don't really sleep that much here." He brings his hand up and gently pins my hair behind my ear, taking his fingers through my hair. "You think Scott will be okay?" "I don't want to talk about Scott." He responded, his voice sounding sleepier and sleepier. "Then Jupiter is at its brightest this time of year." I close my eyes as he continues to play with my hair, every second I become more and more tired, like him being here flooded my brain with melatonin. "I like that." his voice was the last thing I heard before I slipped into sleeping.
My eyes opened and I confusingly grab onto the bus seat in front of me to get up. Where am I? I see someone pop out from the seat infront if me. "Allison?" I said but got scared by the sound of a deep voice. I look down at my hands and see manly hands. "Shit." "Scott come here." Allison runs up to me and grabs me, leading me towards the back of the bus. I felt like I couldn't breathe, like I was hungry for something- I look at the reflection of myself in the window and see Scott's face with his eyes glowing a bright yellow, his fangs stabbing out. "What's wrong?" Allison tries to turn my head towards her and push her back. I hear a loud thud and immediately look, seeing her on the floor, holding the arm she took the fall on. "Ow Scott that really hurt." She winced in pain. "Scott?" She repeated in fear as he grabbed her by the ankles towards the end of the bus. She began screaming and trying to squirm out of his grasp. Claws pierced out of his fingers, he raised his hand and then as if I felt her pain, I screamed at the pooling of blood. He was carving her up, letting the blood soak him.
I jumped up, my eyes widening as I realize arms were holding me. "Selena, you're okay. It was just a bad dream." Stiles rubs my arms trying to calm me down. I felt sticky and sweaty, I look down and my shirt is covered in sweat stains, my head was burning hot. I throw the covers off of me and pull away from his grasp, I squinted as I faced the window since the sun was beaming onto my face. "Where are you going?" He looked concerned as I stumbled to put my closest shoes on. "Get up." "What?" "Get the fuck up." I throw his shoes towards him on the bed as he got up. "We need to find Scott. Now." My hands were shaking and I see my sweaty fingers but for a flash I picture them covered in blood. I open swing open the door and stop in my tracks as Scott leaves his room too, sweating as much as me. I hit his chest and he screams, "Ow what the fuck?" He pushes me off of him and Stiles comes from behind and also pulls me back. "Where the fuck is Allison?" His eyes widened and he looked up at Stiles and then back down to me. "D-did I hurt her?" My jaw dropped from disbelief and I stumbled back into Stiles. "I don't know if you hurt her are you kidding me? I had this very intense dream where I was ripping her to shreds and I looked at my reflection and it was YOU." We all turned our heads to Melissa's door opening. "Guys it's ten in the morning, I am trying to sleep in." She yawns, her eyes barely open. "And can Stiles please go home." She groaned before she closed the door. "Selena I had the same dream, I don't think I went anywhere last night but think is different than know." He lowers his voice. "Dude we saw you leave to see Allison." Stiles recalled. "I did?" He looked genuinely confused. Stiles leaned on my door way and I crossed my arms. "Scott we have to help you. You nearly took one of Stiles' nine lives." "That is very true." He supported. Scott sadly looks to the ground. "I think it was just a dream, The most important thing now is that I go and see if Allison's okay."
