In the midst of a world wide pandemic, three best friends decide that they'll break the quarantine just once because they missed one another. After all, nothing bad could happen in just one night? All they wanted to do was hang out, maybe binge a sh...
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Zelda felt like everything was happening in slow motion. She heard Chris yell for them to move, but at the same time didn't. She was petrified for Scott. Petrified for Allison, who probably got the news of a lifetime slapped in her face. She barely remembered jumping on top of the bus and running away. All she remembered was Allison's face and the feeling of existential dread coming off of Scott as they ran as fast as they could.
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Briella didn't even want to get up from the ground but she felt the dew from the grass wetting her skin. She heard what Peter demanded but just couldn't get herself to move. Luckily, Stiles said something.
"No-" Stiles' eyes shot back down to Lydia, "I-We're not just letting you leave her here."
"You don't have a choice." Peter reached down and pulled Briella up first, his grip tight on her arm as he glowered down at Stiles, "You're coming with me."
"Just kill me." Stiles says rather defeatedly, "Look, I don't care anymore."
"Call your friend-" Peter's eyes shift over to Briella, "Tell Jackson where she is. That's all you get."
Briella tried to pull her arm away but Peter just held it even tighter, "How do you expect me to call?"
"Not you-" Peter's eyes drifted down to Stiles, "Him. You, I don't trust."
Stiles ended up complying with the fear of Lydia dying out on the field and the fear that Peter just might kill Briella in front of him as well. Once Jackson was contacted, Peter forced the pair into Stiles' jeep. Briella sat in the back of the jeep, eyes constantly on Peter. Either warily or a death glare, there was basically no in between for her.
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Ronald was with Jackson as the two started to run as fast as they could, "Oh, my God!"
"Lydia!" Jackson started to run even faster at the sight of her on the ground, he lifted her in his arms, "Call the cops!"
"I don't have a phone!" Ronald snapped before taking Jackson's and calling for paramedics to show up.
"Come on, Lydia." Jackson was headed towards the school now, "Stay with me. Come on."
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Peter, in the silence, felt the resentment and fear from the two teenagers with him, "Don't feel bad. If she lives, she'll become a werewolf. She'll be incredibly powerful."
"Yeah, and once a month, she'll go out of her freaking mind and try to tear someone apart." Stiles shot right back at him, being careful not to sound too vicious in the fear of retaliation.
"Well, actually-" Peter corrects as he glances back at Briella. "Considering that she's a woman- twice a month."
Briella only sent him an even darker glare, "You're a sexist asshole, you know that?"
