Game of Survival - Teen Wolf

1.10

"This is just great!" Isabelle pushed open the double doors and stormed down the hall, Scott and Stiles rushing behind her. Scott had a really terrible and realistic dream about killing Allison inside a school bus after a dance. And he didn't know whether it happened, or not.

"As if I don't have enough problems, you thinking you killed Allison isn't helping."

"I know." Scott stammered. "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..." Stiles comments. And by that he means his Lydia Martin dreams.

Isabelle cringed. “We are not close enough for that. Never give me that much detail about you in bed again."

Stiles said, "Let me take a guess here--"

"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." Scott finished for her. Stiles shook his head unbelievably.

Isabelle actually had no idea he was going out with Allison, but it was somewhere along the lines of what she was going to say.

Stiles resumed his nodding. "...Yeah, that's totally it."

"Hey, come on! It's gonna be fine, all right? Personally, I think you're handling this pretty freakin' amazingly." Stiles says in defense for Scott.

Scott nods. "Yeah, I know, but chasing her, dragging her to the back of the bus... it felt so real."

"How real?" Isabelle asked skeptically.

"Like it actually happened." Scott replied as they walked through the double doors of the school. The three of them froze when they saw the back of one of the school buses had its emergency door burst open and it was covered in blood, with CSI taking pictures.

"...I think it did."

Crap. The three of them turned back and Scott started walking rapidly with nerves.

"She's probably fine--" Isabelle said, trying to reassure Scott and herself as he continued to worry. She herself was starting to worry but for a completely different reason. If Allison was dead, the Argents would take it out on her and Derek.

It would be a full out war.

"She's not answering my texts, Isabelle." Scott says frantically.

"It could just be a coincidence, all right?” Stiles said. “A seriously amazing coincidence..."

Isabelle glared at Stiles for good measures. "Not helping."

"Just help me find her, okay? Do you see her?"

"No."

Scott hurried around the corner of the hallway and bumped into Allison. Isabelle almost shit herself, startled. Allison is thankfully alive and in one piece. “You're okay!” Scott said in a heavenly voice and large puppy eyes at Allison.

"Come on Stiles, we have class." Isabelle grabs his hand and marches them away from Scott and Allison to let them talk in private. When they were out of sight Stiles paused and took a breath. "That was a close one."

Isabelle nodded. "A little too close." She grabbed Stiles and made him turn to face her. "This is what happens when you don't listen to me."

"Isab-"

"I know you're trying to help him, but you're going to get him killed."

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