"So, you killed her?" Stiles asked.
"I don't know." Scott said walking through the doors of the school.
Scott was in the process of telling us a dream he had last night.
We split ways, me going the way to my locker, while Scott and Stiles headed for the buses.
I got everything for English, and headed for the classroom.
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It was now 3rd period and I was setting in Mr. Harris's class. Another teacher I despite so much.
During our way to 2nd period Stiles told me what happened after I had left for my locker.
"Maybe it was my blood on the door." Scott suggested turning to face Stiles and I.
"Could have been animal blood." I said with a slight shrug.
"Yeah, you know, maybe you caught a rabbit or something." Stiles jumped in.
"And did what?" Scott asked.
"Ate it." Stiles replied simply.
"Raw?" Scott asked in disgust.
"No, you stopped to bake it in your little werewolf oven. I don't know, you're the one who can't remember anything." Yep there it is, the sarcastic remark I was waiting for.
"Mr. Stilinski, if that's your idea as a hushed whisper, you might want to pull your headphones out every once in while." God, I hate him. "I think you and Mr. McCall would benefit from a little distance, yes?"
"No." Stiles disagreed.
Mr. Harris pointed toward the both of them and they got up.
"Let me know if the separation anxiety gets to be to much." Mr. Harris said turning back to the board.
I flipped him off while Stiles scoffed.
"Hey, I think they found something." The girl that Scott moved next to said.
We all got up and moved toward the window. The paramedics were pushing some guy on a stretcher over to the ambulance. Soon he jumped up and screamed making almost everyone else scream.
"This is good, this is good. He got up, he's not dead. Dead guys can't do that." Stiles tried to reassure Scott.
"Guys, I did that." Scott said staring out of the window.
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"But dreams aren't memories." I said following the boys to a lunch table.
"Then it wasn't a dream. Something happened last night, and I can't remember what." Scott said.
We sat down at a table, Scott setting in front of Stiles and I.
"What makes you so sure that Derek even has all the answers?" I looked at Stiles with a 'really' look.
"Because, during the full moon he wasn't changed. He was in total control. While I was running in the middle of the night, attack some totally innocent person." Scott said lowering his voice.
"You don't know that." I said.
"I don't know it. I can't go out with Allison. I have to cancel." Scott said looking down.
"No, you're not canceling, okay. You can't just cancel your entire life. We'll figure this out." Stiles rolled his eyes.
We were interrupted by Lydia setting next to Scott.
"Figure what out?" She asked.
"Just, uh, homework." Scott struggled.
"Yeah, why is she sitting with us?" Stiles agreed, then questioned.
