So Cold ▹ Scott McCall [1]

REALITY VS FANTASY

When Alexia woke up, the sharp pain on her forehead was still there, and she could feel something cold burning there. But at least she wasn't lying on the cold hard ground anymore, it was rather comfy actually now.

"She's waking up." Lydia whispered from the front seat.

Allison rushed to their side, "Is she?"

"Thank god." Stiles breathed by her side.

Alexia managed to open her eyes, a soft moan of pain escaping her lips. The first person she saw was the one who was sitting by her side, Scott McCall, who stopped pressing the ice against her wounded forehead.

"Where are we?"

"Bus." Scott answered, who stopped her when she tried to sit up, "Don't. We don't want you passing out again."

"I feel fine." Alexia managed to sit up anyway, her hand going to her forehead, "At least it's not bleeding anymore."

"You scared us, Lexi." Lydia told her.

"You should rest now." Allison warned, not really looking her in the eyes.

Stiles let her know, "We'll be right here if you need us."

"Thanks." She smiled softly.

They all took their places quickly, but to her surprise Scott stayed by her side. So she turned to face him with a confused look on her face.

"What?" Scott looked at her, "I'm not leaving your side again."

She chuckled, leaning against the seat, "I'm fine."

A moment of silence haunted them.

It wouldn't have been so awkward if they had looked anywhere instead at each other. But they couldn't keep their eyes away from one another. They were looking at each other like they were almost lovers, like they should be kissing and laughing in bed together, but chose to be only friends instead. They were looking at each other with what ifs and could haves and hearts full of regrets. It was killing them silently.

"Thank you for saving me twice in a day." Scott finally broke the silence.

"You're welcome." She looked away now.

He swallowed before speaking up, "Aren't we going to talk about it?"

"What exactly?" Alexia questioned, panic raising on her chest; she wasn't ready to have the conversation with him. She just wanted to ignore that night had ever happened.

"You said you saw me die a lot of times." Scott reminded her, his tone carefully trying to calm her down so she would tell him, "What did you mean by that?"

"I see things happening before they happen." She let out, tired of keeping it to herself. It was clearly doing no good to anyone, especially not to her, "I saw tonight happen, you... killing yourself. I knew it was gonna happen."

"Is that something that happened a lot before?"

"Yeah." Alexia nodded slowly, "With that man we found tied to the tree. With Derek. Now with you. I just... I see people dying and I can't do anything..."

"Hey," Scott placed his hand under her chin, turning her face so she would look at him, "you saved me tonight."

"Barely."

"I don't think it was barely." He told her, not letting her go of her; the question he really wanted to ask not leaving his mind, "Did you mean it?"

"What?" She swallowed, slipping away from his touch.

"About the kiss?"

Scott managed to hear her heart beat quicken easily, only making him know her answer more. It should be that easy, right, confessing feelings, fear of rejection. That kind of things every teenagers goes through. But it was more than that.