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Chapter Three: All in this together. 1x03:Pack Mentality
Life for four teens of Beacon hills were about to change, soon their social cliches were going to collide and only time itself knew when that would be. Especially for one Ophelia Martin, because even witches have feelings of doubt and regret.
"So you killed her?" Stiles asked his friend as he opened the door for the school, it closed on his arm causing him to wince.
"I don't know. 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 shrugs a sly smirk on his face at the thought.
"A," I meant I've never had a dream that felt that real, and "B," never give me that much detail about you in bed again." Scott grimaces at the thought. The two best friends continued down the school hallway.
"Noted. 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."
"No, of course not." Stiles says as Scott gives him a look. " 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. You know, it's not like there's a lycanthropy for beginners class you can take."
" Yeah, not a class, but maybe a teacher."
"Who, Derek?" Stiles yells loudly hitting scott on the back of his head. " You forgetting the part where we got him tossed in jail?"
"Yeah, I know, but chasing her, dragging her to the back of the bus, it felt so real." Scott runs the sore spot on his head.
"How real?"
"Like it actually happened." They push open the doors to the outside Hallway seeing a bloody bus in front of them.
" I think it did." Stiles says Both boys staring at the bus mouth's gaped.
" She's probably fine." The two boys were frantically walking down the busy hallway Scoot with his phone in his hand.
"She's not answering my texts, Stiles."
"It could just be a coincidence, all right? A seriously amazing coincidence." Stiles mutters as the two look between all the students
"Just help me find her, okay? Do you see her?"
"No."
Scott's breathing hitched, heart thumping loudly in his chest, he stops a locker head down as he tries to control his breathing, his eyes glowing a yellow, color he lets a yell that sounds distinctively like a growl, punching the locker in front of him, the door bends quickly crumbling and handing on by just a piece of metal, he backs away from the Locker running into Allison who drops her books.
