Sophie McCall (Book1)

Pack Mentality

"So you killed her?" Stiles asks Scott.

"I don't know Sophie woke me up." Scott replies. "I was sweating like crazy and I couldn't breath, I've never had a dream where I woke up like that before." He continues.

"Really? I have, usually ends a little differently." Stiles says casually.

"Gross." I add.

"A. I mean I've never had a dream that felt that real and B. Never give me that much detail about you in bed again." Scott speaks. I see Adam standing by his locker.

"As much as I love talking about your guys' dreams I'll see you later." I say sarcastically leaving the boys and walking over to Adam.

"Hey." I say. Adam gives me a peck on the cheek.

"Good morning." Adam responds.

"Good morning." I repeat smiling at him.

"Can I walk you to class?" He asks.

"Of course." I reply taking his hand in mine.

"Attention students this is your principal. I know you're all wondering about the incident that acured last night to one of our buses, but while the police work to determine what happened classes will proceed as scheduled. Thank you." The principal spoke over the loud speaker. Most of our classmates moan.

"What happened?" I ask Adam.

"You didn't hear? They found a bus practically destroyed and there's a lot of blood." He replies. Oh no, Scott's dream.

"Did they find a body or anything?" I ask trying to not freak out.

"Not yet." Adam answers as we walk into class.
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A few periods later in chemistry Scott, Stiles, and I say close to each other. "Maybe it was my blood on the door?" Scott announces.

"Could have been animal blood. You know maybe you caught a rabbit or something." Stiles claims. I'm kind of scared for Scott, what if he killed someone?

"And did what?" Scott asks. Sometimes he can be really stupid.

"Ate it dumbass." I express in a whisper.

"Raw?" He asks surprised.

"No you stopped to bake in a little werewolf oven. I don't know you're the one that can't remember anything." Stiles whispers.

"Mr. Stilinski if that's your idea of a hush whisper you might want to pull the headphones out every once in a while." Our chemistry teacher, Mr. Harris says. "I think you and the Mcalls would benefit from a little distance, yes?" He continues.

"No." Stiles argues. Mr. Harris pointed for Scott to move to the front of the class and Stiles to the other side, leaving me alone.

"Hey I think they found something." A girl named Taylor says running to the window. The EMTs were rolling a gurney to an ambulance.

"That's not a rabbit." Scott whispers. The man on the gurney springs up scaring the class and causing me to scream.

"Ok this is good this is good, he's not dead. Dead guys can't do that." Stiles declares.

"Guys, I did that." Scott says. We don't know that for sure but at least if it was Scott he didn't kill anyone. I'm so glad none of this stuff is happening to me, but part of me is wondering why. Why is this stuff not happening to me? Not that I want it to of course.
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"Lydia." I yell to her across the lunchroom. She immediately spots me and hurries to our table. A few members from the lacrosse team followed her along with Allison and Adam.