orphic [1] ⇻ stiles stilinski

viii. pack mentality

[ start of pack mentality part one ]

"SO YOU KILLED Allison?" Jaden asked incredulously, narrowing his eyes at Scott as he nodded his head.

"At least in my dream I think I did. I just woke up, and I was sweating like crazy and I could barely breathe. I've never had a dream like that before."

Eleanor cringed, already sensing that an inappropriate comment would fall from one of the boys' lips. "Really? I have, usually ends a little differently though."

She scoffed at Stiles as he wiggled his eyebrows, Scott rolled his eyes. "A, I meant I've never had a dream that felt that real before, and B, never give us that much detail about you in bed again. Poor Eleanor can't cope with the details."

At the mention of her name, she glared at the new werewolf and avoided Stiles' red cheeks. "Okay, noted. Let me take a guess here -"

"No, I know what you're going to say. You're thinking this has something to do with me going out with Allison tomorrow, like I'm going to rip her head off or something."

"No, of course not!" Stiles denied as Jaden raised an eyebrow at him. "Okay, yeah that's totally it. But it's going to be fine, personally I think you're doing pretty well will this whole thing. It's not like there's a lycanthropy class you can take."

Scott slowed his pace and smirked. "Maybe not a class, but a teacher." His gaze slipped to the two twins and they both shot their heads toward each other before shaking them.

"Jaden and I can't teach you things that he can." Eleanor's tone was short and snippy, due to the fact that she hadn't gotten much sleep from the night before.

Stiles scoffed. "Who, Derek? Are you forgetting the part where we tossed him into jail?"

"No, I don't think I have Stiles." Eleanor snapped back, crossing her arms over her chest in annoyance. Her mind was racing, how in the world did she have a crush on him? She wish she didn't.

"Whatever, chasing her, dragging her to the back of the bus, it all felt so real!"

Jaden furrowed his eyebrows. "How real?"

"Like it actually happened."

The doors to the school opened as the four best friends pushed their way through the crowd of people, coming to a stop at the significantly horrifying vision in front of them. The back of one of their school buses had been ripped open and blood had been sprayed everywhere.