Olivia McCall, every year she used to visit her cousin, Scott McCall in Beacon Hills.
But after a tragic accident, she hasn't went back in years. At 16 years old, she decides to live with him but her plans spiral upside down when Scott was bitten b...
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"So you killed her?"
"I don't know, I just woke up." Scott pushed open the door, walking into the hallway of our school.
As we were on our way here, Scott had told us about his 'dream'. He thought he had killed Allison, but he had no idea if it was real or not.
"I was sweating like crazy and I couldn't breathe. I've never had a dream where I woke up like that before." He continued as Stiles and I followed him.
"Really? I have, it usually ends a little different though." Stiles said, Scott and I both turned to look at him with disturbed expressions.
"The fuck?" I muttered under my breath. Stiles heard and winked at me with a little smirk, I whacked his arm with the back of my hand and we continued walking.
"A, I meant I've never had a dream that felt that real, and B, never give me that much detail about you in bed." Scott retorted.
"Noted. But let me take a guess here though." Stiles nodded.
"No, I know. You think it has something with me going out with Allison tomorrow. Like, you think I'm gonna lose control and rip her throat out or something." Scott cut him off. To be real here, that was exactly what I was thinking.
"No, Of course not." Scott gave Stiles a look that told us he didn't believe a word he said. "Yeah, that's totally it." Stiles sheepishly confessed, hanging his head.
A bubble of laughter escaped through me and Stiles looked up and sent a small smile. I gripped the strap of my bag harder, he was going to be the death of me.
"Hey come on. It's gonna be fine, all right." Stiles looked at Scott.
"Personally, I think you're handling this pretty freaking amazingly. I mean, it's not like there's a Lycanthropy class for beginners you can take, is there?" I jumped in, trying to lift Scott's mood.
Suddenly, he gave us a look. A look that said he had thought of something, a plan. Possibly something terrible, but a plan nonetheless.
"Yeah, not a class. But maybe a teacher." He said. Derek, the hot guy who broke into our house to threaten Scott?
"Who, Derek?" Stiles exclaimed and smacked Scott upside the head. I snickered quietly, hoping he wouldn't hear me. "Are you forgetting the part where we tossed him into jail?"
"Yeah, I know. But chasing her, dragging her to the back of the bus. It felt so real." Scott answered, looking down.
"How real?" Stiles and I asked with concern.
"Like it actually happened." Scott pushed open a door, leading us outside.
When we looked in front of us, there was a bus. The back doors were ripped open and there was blood everywhere. There was police officers taking pictures, we all looked at each other in horror.
