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Eight

Louisa Lloyd

Staring at the speeding police car behind us, I start doubting my own sanity. Really, I'm not normal. A few days ago, Scott tried to kill Stiles and I after we locked him inside his room. Then, a day later, Isaac gets angry at me for not spending time with him. Then, Allison and Lydia decide to stick by my side every second of the day. Even if I decide to beg for Isaac's forgiveness, they won't let me!

Scott grips the wheel and next to him, Stiles looks out the rear windshield. I just sit in the backseat, waiting for this to end.

"Faster?" Scott asks Stiles.

"Much faster."

"Please." Like no one here is paying attention to me, and my two girl friends are nowhere to be seen, I take my phone out of my pocket and decide to text Isaac.

<<Lou: sorry.

I keep it simple, not because I don't have ideas but because I'm nervous.

Derek's Camaro, that's being controlled by the unstable Scott, bullets down the road with one of the police cars still in pursuit. I sigh and take the gun Derek used to hide under the stairs from my bag, smirking at the scared look Stiles gives me from the front seat.

"It's my dad! Don't shoot him!"

"I won't, I'll just scare them."

I roll down the window and point my gun out at them, not showing any part of my body besides my hand. Gunshot is heard but their car swerves to the side.

Stiles throws nervous glances back at me as Scott grips the steering, driving like a grandmother.

"I don't think you're grasping the concept of the car chase." I shout at him as I shoot the air.

"If I go faster I'll kill us."

"If you don't go faster- a lot faster- they're going to kill us!"

So Scott's foot pushes the speeding pedal, sending is toward a turn. But Stiles looks through the rear windshield, confused. Now looking back, I scratch my head, as confused as Stiles.

"They're gone." I say.

Stiles glances to the police scanner in his lap and raises the volume.

"All units, suspect is on foot headed north, last seen on Hancock." Stiles' dad speaks to the other units.

Stiles and I quickly turn to Scott and he nods, knowing what to do. He drives as far as the car allows, and we approach Derek from behind. The sound of the motor alerts him of our presence and he quickly turns around to face us.