Limerence

Chapter 3

"Scott? Scott?" I asked the boy still sprawled in his sheets. A thin coat of sweat shone on his face as he tossed and turned, the sheets thrown to the grown, also soaked with sweat. "Scott?" I asked him again.

    "Get away from me!" Scott roared shooting into an upright position. Thank god our mother had already left for work. She definitely would have questioned the yelling coming from his room.

    "Scott," I froze starring at him cautiously, "Are you ok?"

    "Allison. I— I think I hurt her. And C," Scott staltered not knowing what to say, Scott finally spoke up, tears brimming his brown eyes. "I killed her. I killed CeCe." He looked at me breathing heavily. I loved Scott, don't get me wrong, but he wouldn't hurt a fly. I was having a very hard time believe this. For gods sake he would never hurt CeCe. He was infatuated with her.

    "Scott, i'm sure you didn't kill them. Look, i'll text CeCe." I told him flashing my phone in his face.

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    "So, you killed them?" Stiles clarified. CeCe still hadn't text me back making Scott and I feel more anxious. The three of us climbed out of Stiles Jeep and ventured towards school.

    "Actually, he hurt Allison and killed CeCe but you know, no big deal." I shrugged making the boys stare at me in disbelief.

    After the wolfsbane incident in Roscoe, Stiles' Jeep, I still wasn't myself. I was more careless about my bad habits and didn't seem to care about what I said; even if it hurt people. I was turning into Lydia and I didn't like it. It didn't seem to make any sense. Why was I acting like I was? I was seemingly more passive aggressive and the littlest things that people would say were pissing me off. It was almost like a switch was flipped inside of me. My panic attacks had become more frequent, although I wouldn't tell anyone that. I was more fidgety in school and would go on more runs then usual. I just simply wasn't myself.

    "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." Scott told us as I tuned back in.

    "Really? I have," Stiles questioned as I groaned, "Usually ends a little differently." Stiles smirked at us.

    "'A,' I meant I've never had a dream that felt that real," Scott started as I interrupted, "and 'B,' never give us that much detail about you in bed again. Like, ever." I emphasized. I swear I wonder where that boys brain goes sometimes.

"I mean you never know Scott, I could give you information about him in bed and me in bed." I winked  as Scott's eyes grew to the size of saucers. I quickly realized that it sounded like Stiles and I had slept together.

"I mean-I uh- STILES AND I HAVEN'T SLEPT TOGETHER." I rushed out as the two stared at me.

    "Noted. Let me take a guess here-." Stiles began only to be interrupted by Scott, "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."

    "No, of course not." Stiles shook his head trying to convince Scott.

    "Yeah, that's totally it." I piped up. Damn I really need to learn to keep my mouth shut.

    "Hey, come on, it's gonna be fine, all right? 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." Stiles clapped his hand onto Scott's back.

    "Yeah, not a class, but maybe a teacher." Scott hesitated on the word teacher as if he wasn't so sure of himself.

    "Who, Derek?" I laughed, "You guys forgetting the part where we got him tossed in jail?" I cocked an eyebrow and snickered at the two. "Yea that will go over like a fart in church." Stiles chuckled at that one. God I have turned so sarcastic and snarky.