The Other McCall

Chapter 5

"So you killed her?" Stiles asked Scott as the three of us walked into the school. I was in the middle of the two boys as Scott told us about his dream last night. In his dream, he killed Allison on a bus. Kind of a weird place to kill someone, isn't it?

"I don't know. I just woke up. And I was sweating like crazy, and I couldn't breathe. I've never had a dream where I woke up like that before." My eyebrows furrowed together as I tried to figure out why he was having these dreams.

"Really? I have. Usually ends a little differently." Stiles smirks and I groan, shaking my head.

"A, I meant I've never had a dream that felt that real." Scott said and I shook my head, looking back at Stiles.

"And B, we never need to hear that much detail about you in bed again." I tell Stiles and he smiles and throws his arm around my shoulder. I felt the butterflies in my stomach again and I moved to the other side of Scott. Both the boys gave me a weird look, but neither said anything. I bit my lip as I looked away from them. I needed to get over this silly crush on Stiles. Now is just not the time. Plus... he likes Lydia, my best friend.

"I know, you think it has something to do with me going out with Allison tomorrow, like I'm gonna lose control and rip her throat out." Scott said, bringing the attention back to his problem, which I was grateful for.

"No, of course not." I said sarcastically, giving Scott a look as he glared at me.

"Yeah, that's totally it. Hey, come on, it's gonna be fine, all right? Personally, I think you're handling this pretty freakin' amazingly. You know, it's not like there's a lycanthropy for beginners class you can take." Stiles adds as an idea comes to mind. They were not going to like this. I didn't even like it.

"Yeah, not a class, but maybe a teacher." I mentioned, once again avoiding their eye contact. I looked over, feeling their glaring eyes digging into me. I gave them a sheepish smile. "You know I am right though."

"Who, Derek? You're forgetting the part where we got him tossed in jail?" I rolled my eyes at Stiles.

"I didn't forget." Before I could say anything else, Scott interrupted.

"But chasing her, dragging her to the back of the bus, it felt so real. Maybe I should give him a chance." Scott suggested, shrugging.

"How real?" Stiles asked.

"Like it actually happened." Scott mumbled as we opened the doors, stepping out of the school to the back parking lot.

"I think it did." Stiles said as we stared at the bus. It's emergency door in the back was completely ripped off, blood covering the entire back of the bus. The police swarmed around it, taking all sorts of evidence and pictures. We all quickly went back inside.

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Scott was walking in front of us, repeatedly calling and texting Allison. Stiles and I kept looking at each other. Scott didn't do this. He couldn't have. "Scott, slow down. There's no way you did this. She's fine." I tried to reassure my brother. He slowed down but glared at me.

"She's not answering my texts, Bella." I bit my lip. Stiles grabbed Scott's shoulders, stopping him from going anywhere.

"It could just be a coincidence, all right? A seriously amazing coincidence." Scott shook his head, not believing Stiles.

"Just help me find her, okay?" Scott asked us as he looked between the two of us. We nodded. "Do you see her?" Scott asked as we continued to search the halls for Allison. Scott's eyes were darting around, checking everywhere in sight for her.