SOTC: Much Too Much by Lennon Stella
// School Buses and Derek Hale \\
The shrill sound of a whistle pierced the air in the school bus, coaches booming voice making an appearance right after, "back to your seat!" The kid who was chatting with its his friends rolled his eyes, shuffling his way back to wear he was sitting. Tori sighed heavily, her eyes watching the dark storm clouds move and hover in the sky, rain slowly starting to roll down the bus windows. She sat in the seat beside Scott and stiles, the small alleyway between them doing nothing to stop her from kicking her feet up into Stiles lap for a majority of the bus ride. She even kicked him in the balls by accident a few hours back, which made her smirk. They were all headed up north for the teams yearly annual track meet between all the school within a 50 mile radius, and by all I mean the three musketeers, her old friend Danny, one of the alpha twins, Boyd, and a curly headed werewolf.
"You, guys you still with me?" Both Scott and Tori perked up at the sound of Stiles voice, blocking the tiredness away from there eyes, "yeah sorry, what was the word?" Tori listened as Stiles named some obscure word she was sure she had never heard to Scott, which he immediately gave a definition to. A few more words were quizzed, but Tori pipped in when Stiles said, "Darach" she rolled her eyes, nudging him in the leg, "seriously stiles!" He scoffed, "yes seriously. Cmon guys we have to talk about it sometime, and we are going to be stuck in this thing for like 5 hours so why not?" They both stayed silent, to which Stiles rolled his eyes and huffed, next word. The bus hit a bump in the road, jolting them forward and Tori watched as Scott immediately clutched his side and ground. "woah, buddy, you okay?" Stiles asked. When Scott didn't answer, Stiles sighed, "we should have come, I knew it, we shouldn't of come!" Tori removed her legs, sitting upright and leaning into the boys, "we have too, there's safety in numbers." Stiles shook his head, eyes meeting the brunettes, "yeah elk there's also death in numbers, okay Tori. It's called a massacre." Scott groaned again, to which Stiles started to get up, "okay I'm going to tell coach to pull over-" but Scott grabbed his forearm and protested. "I'm alright." Tori scoffed, "that's bullshit, you look terrible." Stiles nodded in agreement and went to reach for Scotts wound, "just let me see it." Once again, the werewolf protested, once again assuring his friends that he was fine. "Let us see it, Scott." When Scotts eyes saw Tori's, whose were flooding with pain and concern, he obligated, nodded at them. He slowly shifted in his seat, railing the large deep wound on his rib cage with a groan. Tori looked away quickly, trying to stop any veins from popping up underneath her eyes. "Oh dude." Scott dropped his shirt, "I know it's bad, but it's because it's from an alpha. It'll take longer to heal." Stiles directed his attention to 7 rows in front of them, "how come Boyd and Isaac are fine then?" All eyes in the back row fell to the two werewolves in question, to which Scott didn't have an answer, but only dropped his head to the window. "I can't believe he's dead" with Scotts words Tori fell back to her seat, tears for,I got just against her waterline, "I can't believe Derek's dead."
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TWO NIGHTS AGO
"Derek!" Tori shouted, ripping open the door of the loft, "What is the matter with you??" Derek stood tall, chest puffed out and arms crossed as the girl approached him. When she reached him, she slapped him, hard, across the face, a dry tars there again to cascade down her cheeks. "I did what had to be done, Tori." She scoffed his disgust, dropping her arms to her sides, "Kicking Isaac out of the pack like that was not what had to be done, Derek. He has no where to go." Derek rolled his eyes, "he will find somewhere." was Derek's reply. "You're terrible." She went to hit him a gain but Cora stepped out of the shadows, "I suggest you don't." She spoke, arms crossed. Tori turned on her heels, "I wouldn't," said Tori, "I'm stronger than you." Cora dropped her arms, "and one bite from me you're dead. So leave now." Tori's eye glanced back to her alphas, and she scoffed when his were on the floor. She stomped back to the heavy door, turning back around before she left, "I'm done, Derek. I, not in this pack anymore." Cora smirked at the brunette, "you follow Isaac sound like a puppy, we are not surprised. Maybe now you can finally decide which boy you want instead of strong them both along."
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