☼ 𝕕𝕒𝕪𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 ☽ 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐊𝐈

Chapter Twelve

CHAPTER TWELVE

The bus has now been sitting idly in traffic for way too long, everyone inside it growing restless.

Coach is – predictably – arguing with Jared at the front of the bus. "This is getting ridiculous Scott, you need help" Stiles groans, raising his hand to get Coaches attention. "Stilinski put your hand down." He snips

"You know, there's like a good exit about a half a mile up. I don't know, if we stop and maybe-" Stiles argues.

"We're not gonna stop."

" Okay, but if we stop-"

"STILINSKI" Coach yells back, cutting him off with a blow of his whistle, making Charlotte groan and roll her eyes. "Shut it! Seriously! It's a little bus!" Coach yells again. "Stop asking me questions!"

"I hate him" Stiles sighs frustratingly. "I think he's great." Charlie smiles back.

"Yeah, because he likes you for some reason, maybe insufferable people just like, flock together." Stiles snaps back, making the girl fake pout back at him. "You are-" Stiles stops himself from continuing, closing his eyes and sighing loudly, turning back to Scott. "Did you call Deaton?"

"I keep getting his voicemail." Scott responds, his voice laced with a slight irritation. Stiles shakes his head, pulling out his phone. "That's it, I'm calling Lydia and Allison."

"How the hell could they help back at home?" Charlotte questions, earning a dumbfounded look from Stiles. "Because they're not, they've been following us for hours, it's pathetic." Stiles answers, making the other two turn around and look out the back window in confusion.

Stiles holds the phone up to his ear, waiting for Lydia to answer.

"Hey Stiles! Yeah we're just about to walk into a movie.. Uh.. you know.. The popcorn.. and.."

"I know you guys are right behind us put me on speaker." He cuts her off, shaking his head.

"Okay look. Scott's still hurt."

"What do you mean still, he's not healing?" Allison questions.

"No, He's not healing.. I think he's actually getting worse, the blood's turning like a black color." Stiles answers, emphasizing the word worse.

"W- Whats wrong with him." Lydia asks, her tone sounding confused.

"Whats wrong with him? I don't- do I have a PHD in lycanthropy? How am I supposed to know that?"

"We need to get him off the bus." Allison states.

"And take him where? A hospital?"

"If he's dying, yeah.. Stiles there's a rest area about a mile up. Tell the coach to pull over."

"Yeah I've been trying." Stiles groans, making Charlie snicker next to him.

"Well.. reason with him."

"Reason? Have you met this guy."