Slightly Amazing (Slightly series---Teen Wolf)

CHAPTER FIVE---Frayed

There was a big storm today, on the way to the cross country meet. Scott and Stiles sat in the seat behind me, and I leaned my head against the window, my back against the wall of the bus. Coach blew his freaking whistle again. "Back to your seat."

I looked through the back window of the bus, seeing Allison's blue Mazda following after us, a couple cars back to seem inconspicuous, but it wasn't working.

Flash back:

"I told you guys were retired," I said in severe confusion, but I knew I looked funny.

"We are. Just  . . . not completely, I guess," Allison answered.

"Clearly."

After a few hours . . .

Now:

Apparently, I wasn't the only one thinking about the past, Stiles pulling both of us out of it. "Yo, Scottie." He snapped his fingers. "Hey. Yo, Scott. You still with me?"

"Yeah, sorry," he said. "Uh, what's the word?"

"Anachronism."

"Something that exists out of its normal time."

"Nice."

"Okay, next word. Incongruous."

"Uh, can you use it in a sentence?"

"Yes, yes I can. It's incongruous that we're sitting in a bus right now on our way to some stupid cross country meet after what just happened, and especially when I should be kicking Stacie's ass and Allison's for her teaching Stacie, like, half of what she knows in five days."

I looked away, pressing my lips together awkwardly. Plus, I wasn't saying much because I was kinda depressed, but I wasn't gonna say that out loud.

"Out of place," Scott said. "It's ridiculous, absurd."

"Perfect. Okay, next word--" 

"I got one," I said, looking at my phone and pretending to be reading something as I looked back at them over the back of the seat. "Darach. Darach. Is that a noun?" Stiles had told me that that was the name of whoever was making the sacrifices, and Scott stared at me. "We have to talk about it sometime, and you know, we're gonna be stuck in this thing for five hours. Why not?" 

Neither answered, and I let out an annoyed breath, sinking back against the wall of the bus as Stiles said, "Next word. " He cleared his throat. "Intransigent."

"Stubborn," Scott said. "Obstinate. Definiton of Stacie."

"Oh, my God," I said, turning to face them. "You're not gonna forgive that anytime soon, are you?"

"No," they both said.

"Oh," I said sarcastically, leaning back again once the bus bounce, and I hit my head on the window. "Ow."

I wasn't the only one that had pain because of that bump, but Scott handled it a lot worse than I did, because his wasn't just a bump on his head, it was his still bleeding sides from the fight. "Oh, buddy, you okay?" Stiles asked.

"Yeah," he said weakly, unbelievably.

"We shouldn't have come. I knew it, we shouldn't have come."

"We had to. There's safety in numbers."

"Yeah, well, there's also death in numbers, okay, it's called a massacre. Blood bath. Carnage. Slaughter. Butchery, wow. Impressive."

"Okay, shut up," I said.