Treachery || Stilinski

Eighteen: texting and frayed

Emma's P.O.V:

I'm getting tired of both Coach non-stop talking and Scott refusing to get help from his one devoted druid, also known as me.

"McCall! Not you too!" Coach tells Scott after torturing that poor kid Jared.

"No, Coach! I'm good!" he assures. Bullshit.

"Scott, you're bleeding again!" Stiles points at his shirt. "Don't tell me this is taking longer to heal, because I'm sure still bleeding means not healing. Like, at all."

"He's listening," I mutter, not taking my eyes from Ethan.

"Is he going to do something?" Stiles asks.

"Not in front of everybody," Scott assures.

"Yeah?" I say. "And what about those ticking time bombs?" I motion at Isaac and Boyd with my head.

"No, they won't," he says again. "Not here."

I know that Scott isn't an Alpha or anything, but I must admit he does have some sort of influence over Boyd and specially over Isaac. He told us how Derek's Beta showed up at his house the day we realized Harries was missing. Isaac's been living at the McCall's house ever since then. Reason of why Derek kicked him out? We'd never know.

So, if Scott says they won't try to kill Ethan while we're on the bus, I believe him.

I stretch out my hand over the seats and Stiles immediately takes it in his. Not even five seconds later, we're separated when the bus abruptly stops. I bump my head against the window and Stiles supress a laugh.

"Scott, what are you doing?!" I panic when I see him standing up.

He's quite weak right now and people might notice he's still bleeding. Not that we need to get attention.

"Boyd, he's gotta do something!" He says, trying to get out of his seat. "Look at his hands."

I tense. Stiles sits straight in his seat. I take his hand again as Scott barely makes it to where Boyd is sitting. Isaac is doing his best to contain him, but we all know how strong the werewolf can be.

I take Scott's seat as Stiles and I watch him trying to convince Boyd.

Then, the three of us squeeze in the back.

"You do have some Alpha skills with those two," I admit, smiling at Scott. "Everything solved?"

"Yeah," he says, hiding his proud smile as a new wave of pain hits his ribs.

Scott takes my seat and allows himself to rest his legs like I was doing not long ago.

"Good, cause we have another problem," Stiles mumbles, turning his head to look at us. Ethan keeps checking his phone, like, every five minutes."

My attention goes back to the Alpha that has a crush on Danny. It's ironic, because Danny's actually one of the nicest guys I know and Ethan is just evil. I mean, he's an evil Alpha who almost kills Isaac, probably killed the girl who saved Isaac and tried to kill Scott last night.

"It's like he's waiting for something, you know, like, a message or a signal of some kind," I say just as the twin takes his phone from his pocket and glances at it. By his reaction, I can tell he's not getting any news.

"I don't know, something evil though, I can tell. I have a very perceptive eye for evil, but you know that," Stiles says, narrowing his eyes.

"I don't like him sitting with Danny," Scott reads my thoughts.