Limerence

Chapter 2.5

"Hey, at least you didn't get dragged into doing this all on your own Car." Adderall boy told me gesturing the the girl next to me holding a flashlight as well.

    "Yea, I mean it could be worse. You could be stuck out here with Scott. and Stiles. Alone. Without me." CeCe smirked turning the flashlight closer to where Scott and Stiles were digging. I rolled my eyes and nodded.

    "Wait, Something's different." Scott stopped digging to look to us.

    "Oh god. Different how?" I dared to ask.

    "I don't know. Let's just get this over with." Scott shrugged it off going back to digging the body sized hole.

    "This is taking way too long." CeCe shivered looking around us.

    "Just keep holding the flashlight. We are almost done." Stiles continued to dig feverishly.

    "What if he comes back?" I implored.

    "Then we get the hell out of here." Stiles affirmed causing CeCe and I to look at him.

    "And what if he catches us?" Scott asked.

Stiles smiled widely, "I have a plan for that."

    "Which is?" Scott stopped digging to look at the boy.

    "You run one way. I run the other. Cece and Carson run a different direction. Whoever he catches first, too bad." Stiles shrugged and started to dig again.

    "I hate that plan." Scott groaned and continued to dig.

    "Stiles. You are fucking crazy! Carson and I haven't done any hardcore running since track last Spring. We would be the first to be eaten. I mean not that we aren't in shape but running of that caliber would fuck us over." CeCe threw her hands in the air and began to pace.

    "And Stiles, not that I don't have faith in you or anything," I caught Stiles' attention as he looked into my eyes, "but you can hardly run the 4 laps before practice without gasping for air. And that isn't running for your life." I gently told the boy not approving of his plan. Stiles pursed his lips and went back to digging in the hole.

    "Also lets not forget Scott would obviously be the only one alive at the end. I mean he is the werewolf with crazy speed and heightened senses." CeCe pointed out.

    ***

    The werewolf and teenage boy were still digging another 15 minutes later. CeCe and I were growing more and more anxious by the minute. The cold air and sound of deer running in the woods behind us not helping at all. I hope they were deer. I kept biting my lip, a bad nervous habit, drawing blood while Cece continued to hold the flashlight and pace.

    "I'm really not liking this." I whispered to CeCe who nodded in agreement.

    "Oh, stop, stop, stop." Scott put his hand up to stop Stiles when he finally hit something solid. CeCe and I inched closer to the hole interested in what the two could have found before finally climbing in to help. Scott and Stiles were attempting to untie the burlap sack that supposedly help the body. The scent of blood was overpowering as Stiles tried to untie it.

    "Hurry." CeCe urged impatiently.

    "I'm trying. Did he have to tie the thing in, like, 900 knots?" Stiles claimed back to Ceece.

    "I'll do it." Scott sighed out climbing behind CeCe to get to the sack. Grabbing her waist and gently guiding her to where he wanted her to be. When Scott let go of her waist, she was looking anywhere but Stiles and my face. Scott squatted and untied the rope pulling back the burlap to reveal a dead wolf.