"So, you killed her?" Stiles asks Scott the next day as we're walking into school. Scott had just spent the last fifteen minutes outlining his dream about Allison, in which he took her to a bus and tried to kill her. I may not remember my dreams from last night, but they were definitely not this crazy.
"I don't know," Scott shrugs. "I just woke up and I was sweating like crazy and I couldn't breathe. I've never had a dream where I woke up like that before."
"Really?" Stiles asks. "I have. Usually ends a little differently."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," I say, holding up a hand and stepping in front of him. I suppress a smile. "Too much information."
"A) I meant I've never had a dream that felt that real," Scott interrupts as we begin walking again. "And B) never give us that much detail about you in bed again."
"Noted," Stiles looks between the two of us. "Let me take a guess here -"
"No, I know you think it has something to do with me going out with Allison tomorrow. Like, I'm gonna lose control and rip her throat out," Scott cuts Stiles off.
"No, of course not," Stiles lies. Scott and I both give him a look. "Yeah, that's totally it."
Scott glances down.
"Hey, come on, it's gonna be fine, all right?" Stiles says. "Personally, I think you're handling this pretty freakin' amazingly. You know, it's not like there's a Lycanthropy for Beginners class you can take."
"Yeah, not a class, but maybe a teacher," Scott mutters.
"Who? Derek?" Stiles asks, getting worked up and hitting Scott on the back of the head. I look down at my sneakers, remembering how I saw Derek going up to Jackson last night on the field. I wonder what he did, what they talked about. Suddenly, I'm dying to know what happened to Jackson and if he's alright or not. "You're forgetting the part where we got him tossed in jail?"
"Yeah, I know," Scott admits. "But chasing her, dragging her to the back of the bus, it felt so real."
"How real?" Stiles asks.
"Like it actually happened," my brother clarifies.
"But you've talked to her since then, right?" I ask as they push open the doors at the end of the hallway. "You know she's fine."
"No," Scott says.
They stop in front of me suddenly and I slam into Stiles' back.
"Hey!" I say in surprise. I peer around them to see a bus with the back door ripped off and bloody handprints smeared all over. It takes a moment for reality and my breath to come back to me.
Scott didn't kill Allison. He has more control than that. He kept it cool during the game last night. Then, I remember the gloves. Maybe he didn't keep it as cool as we thought. But Scott still couldn't have killed Allison. I already had that feeling that Scott's claws are not the way Allison dies and I am psychic, after all.
"I think it did," Stiles states somberly.
"No," I shake my head as Scott turns and hurries back into the school. "No, you didn't kill Allison, Scott."
"She's probably fine," Stiles supports my theory.
"She's not answering my texts, Stiles," Scott looks down at his phone.
"You know, it could just be a coincidence, all right?" Stiles assures my brother. "A seriously amazing coincidence."
"A terrible, horrible coincidence," I correct, giving Stiles a stern look.
Maybe my "psychic" visions were just terrible, horrible coincidences. Maybe Scott really did kill Allison. What are the actual chances of my brother dreaming about murdering his girlfriend on a bus and then there being a bloody bus without him being involved? I'm betting pretty slim. So maybe my feeling was wrong. Maybe I'm not psychic.
"Just help me find her, okay?" Scott asks, getting more and more worked up by the minute. He whips his head around and it makes my neck hurt just watching him. I scan the edges of the hallway not only for Allison, but for Jackson as well. Now, on top of worrying about Allison, I'm full-on worrying about Jackson. What if Derek did something to him after I left? What if he's dead now and I could have stopped it? What if Allison's dead and it's all my brother's fault and Jackson's dead and it's all my fault? The Murdering McCalls ...
My heart picks up faster and faster and I can feel the fear threatening to take over my legs. Scott runs his hand over his hair and as we turn a corner, he suddenly slams himself into the lockers.
"Hey, you okay?" I ask, running up to him. He groans and I see his eyes flash gold. Now Scott is shifting into a werewolf in the middle of the school. I feel like crying, but Scott cries out and slams his fist into a locker, startling me and I jump backwards. The force of my brother's punch opens the locker and leaves a fist-sized dent.
"Go," Scott says to me. I don't wait for him to continue. I turn and hurry around the corner to my locker to get ready for class. My heart pounds and I'm still trying to catch my breath. I can feel Stiles behind me.
"Attention, students, this is your principal," the P.A. system cackles.
"Really?" I mutter nervously to Stiles around the lump in my throat. I just say it so I have something to say, something to distract me for the amount of time it takes me to utter one word. The distraction is enough, though. Air starts flowing to my lungs again and I tell myself that both Allison and Jackson are going to be in class when we get there.
"I know you're all wondering about the incident that occurred last night to one of our buses," the principal continues. "But while the police work to determine what happened, classes will proceed as scheduled."
People groan throughout the hallway.
"Thank you," the announcement finishes.
But class wouldn't be proceeding as scheduled if a student was murdered there, right? If one of the student body had died, there'd definitely be a day off or something, right?
Stiles and I start to walk to first period and I see Allison and Scott talking around the corner. I nudge Stiles and he lets out a sigh of relief when he sees them. I can't let out a sigh of relief until I find the other possibly-dead teenager. Just then, I see Jackson fiddling with the locker Scott smashed and I realize it was his. I grin and reach out to grab Stiles' hand in sheer happiness. I mean, I don't like Jackson any more than before, but I didn't want Derek to kill him either.
"You didn't really think Scott could've killed her, do you?" I ask him, playing off my excitement as Allison being alive.
"I don't - I don't know," Stiles admits, stammering more than usual. He looks down at our hands and I let go. He glances back at me, gathering himself. "Not our Scott. But werewolf Scott ..."
"Yeah ..." I say quietly. "So, uh, have you heard anything new about Derek Hale?"
"No, nothing since he's been released and he's no longer a person of interest," Stiles shrugs.
"Well, aren't the police at least a little curious to know why he had the missing half of the body on his property?" I ask. "I mean, even if he didn't kill her, isn't that like obstructing evidence or something?"
"Why are you so curious about Derek Hale?" Stiles squints at me.
I shrug. After a moment, I start talking again. "I mean, Scott disobeyed him. He did exactly what Derek didn't want him to do after we got him arrested," I blurt. "Don't you think that's gonna piss him off a little? You don't think he'll go after Scott, do you? Or us?"
"I think you worry too much," Stiles says, patting my shoulder and smiling down at me.
"I think I worry too much, too," I agree as the bell rings and we get to first period. I kind of wish I could turn my worrying off, but I also kind of get the sense that I'm never going to be able to do that. I don't even know if it's a psychic feeling or an Emerson feeling.
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Fanfiction"Don't be afraid of change. You might lose something good, but you'll gain something better." Emerson McCall is a pretty average high school student. She has one friend she shares with her brother, Scott, and between the two of them, she has all she...
