Beacon hills should come with a warning, one that says:
supernatural drama present here 24/7
Maybe then they wouldn't have stopped there, but maybe it actually for the best.
It just takes a while to realise.
...
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I shuffled up against the window trying to make the glass a comfortable resting place, which seemed easier than I thought.
My legs stretched across the cheap bus seat, my tan legs flowing beneath my skirt.
The tension on the bus was palpable, everyone was on edge, and even Matilda and Isabelle who were sat behind me seemed anxious.
I chose to ignore it though, instead, I sat in my chair lipsyncing along to the music flowing through my earphones, I swayed slightly from side to side vibing to the song.
My action received a dirty look from Matilda as I held a pretend microphone in her face trying to get her to finish the lyrics with me,
"How can you sit there like nothing happened after last night," Matilda asked grudgingly.
"Um easy answer, I don't care. It's Derek Hale... Derek, he's fine, besides you weren't even there he looked fine," I explained.
"He fell off a ledge onto an escalator and; your words; looked like spaghetti." Isabelle's deadpaned face was completely blank.
"Ok I'm getting judgy energy from you two and I don't like it," I said turning my music back up.
I settled back into my sweet spot closed my eyes, relaxing into a light sleep. The opposite of the two boys sat at the back of the bus.
"He's listening..." Scott muttered eyeing Ethan ahead of him.
"Is he gonna do something?" stiles asked concerned,
"Not in front of this many people," Scott replied,
"Okay, well, what about the two ticking time bombs sitting right near him?" remarked Stiles causing Boyd to slightly turn towards him, offended.
"No, they won't-- not here. And anyway, look who's next to them." Scott stated focusing on the unbothered siren next to the werewolves.
*****
A while later I opened my eyes as the bus came to a halt, I slowly sat up trying to see the reason for the sudden stop.
My attention was brought away as I heard Isaac calling Boyd's name behind me, i turned only to see Boyd tensed up and eyes glowing.
I immediately sat up my eyes catching Scotts who was trying to get out of his seat but failing, guessing he was still injured from the fight.
Do I have to do everything?
I reached over holding Boyd's clawed hand to his seat causing it to dig further into the ripped fabric.
"Let go," Boyd growled at me staring with his yellow eyes,
