Treachery || Stilinski

Nineteen: Alpha and frayed

Emma's P.O.V:

If Coach blows that whistle one more time, I swear I'm going to lose it.

"Let me talk!" Stiles yells when he can't even pronounce a word without Coach making that annoying noise.

My boyfriend turns around in surrender and he sits beside Scott. By now, he doesn't even talk; he just sits there with his face leaning against the window, eyes closed.

"We're almost there and he won't stop," Stiles sighs in frustration. "We need to do something now."

My headache won't stop. It's something about the air, it makes me feel as if my head will explode any second. I feel dizzy and about to throw up. Well, at least I'm not as miserable as that Jared kid. I swear, one more word from Coach and he'll lose it.

Now, wait a second.

That's it; that's how we're going to stop the bus.

"Stiles!" I say, a little too excited considering the situation. "Look."

I point at Jared, who's trying to disappear in his seat. Stiles' face lights up in pure evil.

"Emma, I love you so much," he says. Making sure Coach is not looking, he stands up again

It doesn't take him more than five minutes to make Jared throw up. Not one second goes by without Coach cursing the poor kid as the driver is forced to stop.

"Alright, Scott," I say, passing my arm around his waist. "It's time for you to heal."

Allison and Lydia are already there when Scott and I climb down the bus. They drag him towards the restroom with Stiles closely following. I don't dare to go any further; I couldn't take the vision of my best friend dying.

I decide it's best for us if I buy some time and distract Coach while Allison figures out a way to help Scott heal.

Shouldn't the Druid be there for him, though?

Vanishing that thought out of my head, I look for Coach.

"Coach?"

He turns around with an annoyed expression.

"I thought you were Jared. I swear we'll live him here to think about what he did. Disgusting."

"Yeah..." I trail off. "So, do you think we'll still make it to the convention?"

"We'll make it even if I have to carry all of you in my back, understood?" he makes a pause before looking at me again. "What are you doing here anyways? You're not part of any team."

"I'm a sport enthusiasm," I defend myself. "I go to every match, remember? I'm the bench girl."

Coach shakes his head and I'm pretty sure he's losing faith in our generation...you know, if he didn't already lose it the first day he started teaching at Beacon Hills High.

I look in the direction of the bathrooms, no signs of any of my friends. I have no other choice but to gather up with the group of tired students who are throwing nasty looks at Jared or just stretching their legs after about three hours of sitting in that tiny bus.

"Hey, where's Scott?" Isaac asks me. Boyd follows him closely.

We separate from the group to talk.

"Okay...Scott isn't healing," I tell them. "He got a pretty bad wound yesterday and he won't stop bleeding and it's this kind of dark blood, I don't know..."

"What? Wait, is he okay now?"

I think it's so sweet the way Isaac worries about Scott so much. I'm glad they became close now that they live together.