Prisoner :Stiles Stilinski:

:12:

:Alice:

"I don't like him sitting with Danny," Scott says motioning towards Ethan who keeps checking his phone. "What are you doing?" Scott questions Stiles who takes out his phone. "I'm gonna ask," Stiles answers as he starts to text Danny. Danny reaches to get his phone and looks back at Stiles, shaking his head. They continue to text until Danny decides to ignore him. Stiles then decides to spam Danny's phone with texts. Ethan suddenly whips his head to look at us causing the boys to duck behind the seats. I innocently a wave at Ethan as he turns back around. "Well that wasn't very subtle," I hear Stiles say as they sit back up and he finally receives a text back from Danny saying that someone close to Ethan might not make it through the night. "Ennis?" Scott questions. "Okay so that means he's not dead," Stiles says and I give him a look. "Nah shit," I say sarcastically as he gives me a 'really' look. "Not yet," he adds giving me a sarcastic smirk. I roll my eyes and try to get comfortable since I'm sat between them. Ugh why me.

"Jared, I'm warning you," Finstock warns. "I'm an empathetic vomiter, if you throw up, I'm gonna throw up right back on you and it will be profoundly disgusting," he continues and I even feel my own stomach churn. "Please stop talking about throwing up, it's not good," Jared pleads. "I might throw up on you just to make a point Jared," Coach continues and I'm starting to think he wants the poor kid to throw up. "Now the rest of you, don't think we're gonna miss the meeting because of a slight traffic jam or a minor tornado warning. We're gonna make this thing, nothing is gonna stop us. Stilinski put your hand down," he says and I sigh. "You know there's like a food exit about half a mile up. I don't know if we stop maybe the traffic wi-" Stiles gets cuts off by Coach's loud obnoxious voice. "We're not gonna stop," he says and I huff. "We kinda have since we're stuck in traffic not moving," I snap getting agitated. "If we stop -" Stiles gets cut off again. "Stilinski, Halliwell!" Coach yells blowing his whistle. "Shut it, it's a small bus. Stop asking me questions," he says and I shake my head. "I was actually stating the obvious," I say as he gives me a glare causing me to innocently smile at him. "I hate him, did you call Deaton?" Stiles questions Scott. "It keeps going to voice mail," Scott groans and I go to try and heal him but he pushes my hand away. "That's it I'm calling Lydia and Allison," Stiles huffs. "How are they gonna help? They're in Beacon Hills," Scott says as he keeps fighting me to help him. I keep fighting with Scott while Stiles fights with the girls on the phone. "Reason? Have you met this guy," I'm guessing they're talking about Coach. I watch as Stiles tries to reason with Coach but Coach just blows his whistle every time Stiles tries to say something. "OKAY!" Stiles suddenly yells making me jump. The last thing I heard after that is Jared puking his guts out.

We all rush off the bus coughing from the smell. "Jared you suck!" Coach yells from the window. I follow Allison, Stiles and Lydia as we get Scott into the bathroom. They sat him against the wall and Allison lifts his shirt to get a better look. "We think it's psychological," Allison informs us. "He won't let himself heal because of Derek, so we need to stitch him up so his body makes itself heal," she explains. Stiles leaves with Lydia but I decide to stay and help Allison. I watch as she struggles to get the thread through the needle and how frustrated she gets. "Al, just breath, you can do this you know why, because you're a strong and kick-ass girl that's always there to protect her friends, you can do this," I say placing my hand on her shoulder and she sighs in relief when she gets it through. I sigh and smile as she stitches up Scott. We all walk out but stop short when we see a crowd around Isaac and Ethan. Isaac has Ethan by the shirt and is repeatedly punching him. "ISAAC!" Scott yelled causing him to stop.

We were soon back on the bus and I'm sat with my legs across the seat as Lydia and Stiles walk on the bus. "Move your legs I wanna sit," Stiles says and then smirk at him. "Nope," I say smugly and Lyds steps in. "Ali, can I sit with you hunny?" she smiles and move my legs. "Of course you can babes," I smile as Stiles nods his head. "Oh I see how it is," he chuckles and shoots to sit in the chair. "Ha, in your smug little face," he says and I smirk at him before putting my legs on his and then turn to pout at Lydia who sits behind us. "I feel as if your so far away," I say dramatically as she laughs. "I'll sit right behind you," she smiles and we all start adding up what's happening. "Okay, so let's get this straight. These human sacrifices, everything has so do with them, and someone who thinks he's like some dark druid is doing them," Stiles says and we nod. "Or someone who is a dark druid," Lydia says. At least we're getting somewhere.