The events that happened with Jackson and Gerard had gone, and everything worked out as planned. Scott and his friends could now live a normal mortal life, without the supernatural world getting in their way.
But all things must come to an end...
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(Forgot to Add an Outfit, so this is the outfit she's wearing in 11, 12 and 14)
The bus had set off, and we had to get on as Allison's car was out of gas, so the bus was the second option. I had sat to the right of Allison right at the back of the bus. Scott was to the left of her, tucked away in the corner, as Stiles and Lydia was seat in front of us, talking away. They were both talking away about the scarifies and the Dark Druid, aka, the Darach.
But I was lost in my own world due to Derek's death. I blame myself for his death and so does Scott, it was a two-way street. I really didn't want to believe he was dead, but he fell so high up, he couldn't have survived it. Maybe if he was a vampire sure, but Werewolves, not so much.
"You know, if he's really dead, it's not your fault," Allison had pipped up, making me out of my thoughts as her eyes were on Scott for a brief moment, before making eye contact with me. "Nor yours," Allison states with soft eyes as she tries to comfort us both.
"Maybe," Scott states as he looks straight at the seat, knowing that he feels guilt, as do I.
"If I didn't do that spell, Derek could be alive right now," I stared down the aisle of the bus, as I spoke, as I thought of the possibility.
Allison wrapped her arm around me and pulled me into a side-hug, as she and Scott talked about her being at the Mall to save us all. But Derek wasn't coming back anytime soon and guilt is all I have right now...
Night had fallen upon us, and we pulled into a Motel. It was called Motel Glen Capri, the place seemed off to me, but I couldn't tell what it was. I stood a few foot away from the gang, as I still felt off emotionally, I needed sometime to myself.
Coach blows his whistle and makes all the student turn to look at him. "Listen up. The meet's been pushed till tomorrow. This is the closest motel with the most vacancies and least amount of good judgement when it comes to accepting a bunch of degenerates like yourselves." Did he really just call us all degenerates... "You'll be pairing up. Choose wisely," he finished off as holds a bunch of keys in his hand, holding them out to passing students.
I was next in the line to grab a key from coach. I plucked the key from his hand, as it read the number '218' on it.
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