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eight ; joy ride

[ eight ; joy ride ]

" her heart was a garden, and she didn't mean to, but she let the weeds cast a shadow on her flowers far too long "

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" I don't know!," Scott yelled.

All heads turned to him, including mine. Ever since last night, I couldn't concentrate. Melissa comforted me, but I couldn't help but feel anxious.

Anxious that Scott was a werewolf, anxious about liking Stiles, but mostly anxious because I actually had a nightmare for the first time in three months. I was being given too much on one plate, too much for me to digest.

What if my nightmares come back every night? What if what happened before, will happen again? What would Mellissa and Scott think of me? Or Allison and Lydia? Or what about Stiles? What if I get sent back for treatment? What if I'm diagnosed as a lunatic? My mind was jumping from one conclusion to another, hindering me from actually finishing that one sentence on the page.

A paper was smacked onto my desk, snapping back to reality. Really, a C minus?

"Dude you need to study more," Stiles stated. Scott slammed his ginormous red D minus marked paper. "It was a joke," Stiles said as he tried to ease Scott, "It's one test, you'll make it up. You want help studying with Alaska and I?"

Wait what? "We are?," I gave a puzzled expression.

"Yes, you need to study and I can help you."

I opened my mouth to retaliate when Scott included himself, "No, I'm studying with Allison after school today."

I gripped the sides of the desk, lunging forward with a smile on my face, "Go Scotty!"

"We're just studying."

"No you're not," Stiles continued, "Not if I'm forced to live vicariously through you. If you go to her house today and squander that colossal opportunity, -I swear to God I'll have you de-balled."

"Okay! Just stop with the questions man."

"Done. No more questions-"

"I have a question, Stiles," I interrupted him, "What is this colossal opportunity you speak of?"

"Thank you for studying with me, I'd rather not almost fail, again." Stiles turned to me," Actually, Alaska, I'm glad you decided to study with me because there's something I have to tell you. I know you just got to Beacon Hills not that long ago and I don't know how to do this all that well but-" and just then Derek came out of nowhere and in front of the jeep.

"Are you serious? This guy is everywhere!"

Stiles honked at Derek, wanting him to move. Derek was pale, almost weak looking. He raised his hand, almost apologetically, before dramatically collapsing onto the ground. I undid my seat belt, groaning, what the hell was Stiles going to tell me? The world may never know.

Stiles and I exited the jeep, both looking a tad disgruntled by the alpha's appearance as Scott can racing to him. "What are you doing here?," Scott kneeled down.