The McCall Pack; A Teen Wolf Fanfiction

Frayed

Y/n's POV

Sitting on a bus heading to a cross country meet was not how I wanted to spend my weekend. However, Isaac was also here, and so were Scott and Stiles, so that made things a little bit more tolerable. Isaac and I were sitting towards the front of the bus, far away from Stiles and Scott, who were sitting in the very back. The two of us just wanted to sit in private without being bothered by them. Our hands were intertwined between us, and while I would give anything to just lay my head on his shoulder, doing so would result in everyone knowing we were a couple. Isaac and I haven't really talked about telling anyone about us yet. Then again, this past week had been pretty crazy. I was sitting in the aisle seat, my head resting against the hard portion behind me, and my eyes were closed, making it easier to relax.

"Stop thinking about it," Isaac instructed

I opened one eye and glanced over at him. "I'm not."

"You totally are," Isaac insisted.

"Even if I am, you are too," I counter.

"Yeah, well, we'll both stop thinking about it then. There's nothing we can do about it either," Isaac spoke.

"Isaac, Derek is dead," I remind him. "There's always things we can do to get revenge for him. We just can't do them on this bus."

"Did you see Scott's wound? It was looking pretty nasty earlier," Isaac told me.

I nodded. "Yeah. I mean, I get that because the scratch is from an Alpha it'll take longer to heal, but that thing doesn't look too good. I'm worried."

"Hey. He'll be all right," Isaac assured me. "It's Scott, okay? He always bounces back. Always."

"Yeah. I know," I verify. "Moving on to another topic, everyone is desperate to find out who I'm dating. I mean, Scott and Stiles are always on my ass about it, and Lydia keeps trying to get me to slip up and say something that exposes you. Thankfully, Allison hasn't said a word like she promised, which is good. But since you're staying with us now, it's going to be hard to go about things. We have to be really careful."

"I can handle myself," Isaac claimed. "Can you?" 

I laughed and bumped my shoulder into his. "Of course I can, Lahey." 

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"Now the rest of you, don't think we're gonna miss this meet because of a slight traffic jam, a minor tornado warning, or Jared," Coach Finstock listed off. "We're gonna make this thing. Nothing is gonna stop us! Stilinski, put your hand down."

"You know, there's, like, a food exit about a half a mile up," Stiles notified him. "I don't know if we stop and then maybe-"

Coach Finstock cut him off. "We're not gonna stop."

"But we could-"

"Stilinski! Shut it!" Coach Finstock shouted. "Seriously! It's a little bus!Stop asking me questions!"

"The only reason he'd be asking Coach to pull over is if Scott isn't doing so well," I tell Isaac. "I'm gonna go check on him. I'll be back in a second."

"Y/n, back to your seat," Coach Finstock ordered when he saw me stand up.

"Sorry, Coach," I apologize. "But this is important. And we're at a standstill due to traffic. I'll be back in my seat in one minute. I promise."

"Hey," Stiles greeted when I neared the back of the bus. "What's up?"

"Scott's not healing, is he?" I ask and kneel down by their seat.

"No," Stiles replied. "And he's getting worse. The blood is turning black now. I don't know what to do."

"Scott, hey," I murmur and lay a hand on my brother's knee. "Hang in there, okay? You're gonna be all right."