today i saw the whole world, teen wolf

𝟎𝟑𝟗 motel california.

tw: mentions of suicide.

motel california.

PART I

THEY NEVER MADE THAT MEET.

For many on the bus, it was inevitable; missing the first meet of the season. No one wanted to go, but besides that, it seemed the universe didn't want them to go either.

Hours before Coach through his hat in—or, in his case, his whistle—one of his players, Isaac, had brutally attacked another, Ethan. Thirty minutes before that, Scott McCall fell ill to his wound, and nearly died if not for the help of Allison and Lydia. A wound Scott had gotten the night before when he and his friends had a run-in with the alpha pack that had been terrorizing them in the few weeks since school started back.

So though the luck of the cross-country team had ran out, they couldn't say the adventure following up to it, and actually attempting to go, hadn't been anything but eventful.

Eight hours away from home, miles away from civilization, the bus still swerved around the road, hitting every pothole, with metal squealing anytime the driver had to break.

Missing the meet had bummed Coach out so badly that he started telling a few stories of his past during each bout of standstill traffic. He'd talk to the bus driver as if he'd known the man his whole life, the students that couldn't sleep listened in.

He missed his nephew's birth, did you know that? Well, the bus driver does, and so does a handful of students. They also know he once missed a date with the perfect woman because he mixed reds with whites in the laundry, which turned his lucky pair of underwear pink and—in his words—was some sort of omen telling him that he shouldn't go on the date. So, he didn't.

If this day had to choose an omen, it would have too many options. Between the night before—in which everyone involved had faced their own suffering—and the long hours when Scott had nearly died, and Isaac almost killed Ethan, and how Paxton might've worsened her concussion when she fell in front of everyone.

It had too many options, all passing by like the billboard signs beside the road, flashing boldly with menacing lettering, warning them that it can only get worse from here.

Besides the squeal of metal, the only other noise on the bus is the quiet whisper of snoring. Most of the students had fallen asleep—especially after Coach spent the better part of an hour drilling on and on about his poor luck.

The seats that were once empty are now occupied by bags or students that moved away from their friends for more room to stretch out on. Coach refused to stop the bus after the incident earlier, so everyone blamed Isaac for ruining their chances of using the bathroom and ever regaining the feeling in their legs.

Space on the bus ran out quickly, except for the last few rows. No one wanted to sit near the guy who could've killed another, and ruined their shot at peeing.

Isaac didn't care how everyone looked at him once they got back inside the bus, or how they groaned when Coach announced they wouldn't be stopping even if someone does actually die. No, Isaac didn't care at all because that meant he got an entire seat to himself, and so did Boyd.