Dissipate - Stiles Stilinski

Chapter Eight

"Come on!" Stiles yanks on my arm as we weave our way through the dark school.

"Where are you taking me Stiles?" I smile widely and giggle as he leads me to who knows where.

"Where we can be alone." I look around at the creepy abandoned school and look back at Stiles.

"We are alone." We stumble through the double doors and onto the car park.

"Fine, somewhere where we won't be caught, and can be even more alone." My heart beat flutters as he pulls me onto an empty school bus taking me to the back. Why does he want us to be alone?

As soon as he halts at the back of the bus, Stiles spins around to face me and places his hands on my hips. My breath hitches and I can feel the warmth from his hands spread and he leans down and crashes his lips against mine. As soon as I realise what's happening I start to kiss back. Oh my God. Stiles is kissing me. My best friend is kissing me.

I slide my hands up his chest, causing a moan to escape his lips and eventually I wrap my arms around his neck, bringing him closer. Stiles slides his hands up my waist, bringing my shirt up with his movements and growls into my lips. Wait a minute. Growls? I break apart from him and he gives me a confused look. The growls continue and my eyes instantly snap to the source.

"Scott?" Scott is standing at the head of the bus in wolf form and, man, does he look angry.

"Claire, run! Go!" Stiles shouts and pushes me towards the seats. I stumble onto the seats and start to climb over the seats to try and escape the approaching Scott. I don't even know if this will be able to keep him from getting us but it's worth a try.

I look behind me to make sure Stiles is following behind me and sigh with relief when he is. The relief is short lived when Stiles is pulled by his legs off the seat, causing him to hit his head hard on the corner of the window frame.

"Stiles!" I scream, gaining Scott's attention momentarily.

"Claire, run! Don't worry about me." Don't worry about him my ass. Scott looks back at Stiles and raises his clawed hand, swiftly bringing the claws down onto Stiles' stomach.

"No!" Blood splatters the windows and the walls and the strangled screams of Stiles fills the bus as Scott keeps slashing. No, no, no, no, please don't die. Against my better judgement I race towards the fallen Stiles and the angry teen wolf and stupidly throw myself against Scott's back to try and stop him from attacking Stiles anymore.

Just as quickly as I jumped on his back I was soon thrown off. Well there goes that plan. I land with a thud on the hard bus floor, hitting my side on the corner of the seat, drawing blood. "Please, don't hurt him anymore." I say weakly. Suddenly I feel a sharp, burning pain on my chest and I cry out. I can feel something wet pooling on my shirt and I look down and see a deep crimson red soaking through. We're gonna die. Stiles and I are gonna get killed by our best friend on a damn school bus. I turn my head and see Stiles looking at me, not being able to make a noise as Scott continues to slash him. I just lie there, too weak to do anything, slowly slipping to unconsciousness.

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I open my eyes and quickly sit up gasping for breath. Sweat dripping down my face, I look at my surroundings and notice that I'm in my own bedroom on my own bed. I take a deep breath trying to calm myself down. It was just a dream, but it felt so real. More real than any of the other dreams that I've had. I look down at my once white top and see that it's stained in blood. Just like it would have been in the dream, but I don't have any wounds. How don't I have any wounds?

"Stiles!" My heart beat picks up with worry as I grab my phone from beside my bed and I immediately call Stiles.

"Hello?" Stiles answers in a groggy voice, obviously just woken up.