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Chapter Twelve /Glen Capri pt. 1/

Y/N POV

I know I am probably skippin pretty far in the season. But did I ever say what season the book is set in. No. So, I'm writing about this episode.

It has been crazy this next week. We have had back to back murders, or well, sacrifices that we are working on solving. Stiles and I have been putting together suspects, we have a good few.

I have been settling a bit more at, living with Scott. I am adapting. But I still keep most people at a distance, except Scott, Stiles and Allison. The rest of the pack I am really just friendly with, I don't let them get to close. I am just scared that they could get hurt. Speaking of hurt, hurting myself. Yeah, I haven't stopped. But now that I know Scott can hear me and smell my blood, it makes it difficult. I have to have the sink running and washing while cutting. Very hard.

"Y/N? You up!?" Scott yelled to me through the door.

"Yeah Scotty, I'm awake" I looked at my clock. "Wait, Scott why are you waking me up and hour earlier!?" I scolded.

I heard Scott groan then he walked in and opened the door.
"Becauuseeee, today we have that meet. You are going"
I groaned and plopped on my back and buried my head into my pillow.
Scott grabbed my shoulder's and then winced.
"Y/N your in pain, what's wrong?"

Oh right, just perfect. I forgot about his werewolf thing were he can help people with pain. So he could feel the ache from my cuts I made last night.

"N-nothing Scott. I just stubbed my toe this morning" I lied.
"Oh okay" I nodded.

Scott then lifted me so I was sitting up by grabbing the backs if my shoulders and pulling me up. I kept groaning and trying to lay back down. "Come onnnnnnn Y/N. Stiles is driving us to the school to get on the bus.
I perked up and jumped outa bed and grabbed some clothes from my wardrobe. Scott sat on my bed and raised his brows amazed by how quickly that got me up. I looked back at him. "What? I'm awake" I said with my voice going higher. He just nodded "alright. I'll tell Stiles that your coming"

I smiled at Stiles name.
Wait. Why?
No y/n, stop smiling like an idiot. To late, dammit.

.....

We are on the bus. I am sitting across from Stiles and Scott.
I am listening to music laying on my back on the small bus seat. Stiles is letting me lay my lower legs on his lap because I wanted to fully extend my body, but those bus seats are so small that is nearly impossible to do without falling off your seat.

I am jamming out in my seat on my back. I am air drumming to eye of the tiger. (Supernatural fans) I have my eyes closed because I'm in 'the zone'.

I feel a tap on my foot. I open my eyes and take out one earbud and look over to my feet. It was Stiles.
"What are you doing?" He questioned. I rolled my eyes. "I'm escaping our supernatural surroundings" I said putting my earbuds in again and laying back down. Only to feel a heavy weight drop down on my stomach. I opened my eyes. Stiles was sitting on me. "S-t-i-l-e-s o-ff" I wheezed. He really wasn't that heavy I just didn't want him sitting on me. He stood up and I moved so I was sitting against the window and he sat beside me. "What is it Stiles?" I asked taking my earbuds out completely.
"Scott. He isn't healing"

I remembered now. Scott ran off with Isaac to some huge fight against Deucalion. Derek didn't make it I heard. "Wait, Stiles really!?" I said. I was really worried.
"Really" he replied.

"Guys I can hear you and I'm araggghh f-fine" he said while groaning in pain and clutching his side.

"I'm calling Allison" I said.
"No" scott groaned. "She's not even here"

"Yes she is, she and lydia have been behind me the whole time" Stiles commented and I nodded along and watched as Stiels took my phone from me and dialed Lydia instead of Allison. I couldn't hear what the girls were speaking but I heard Stiles.

"I know your right behind us. Put me on speaker"
"Scott's not healing"
"No coach won't stop"
"Have you met this man. There is no reasoning with him"
I snickered at the last part.

......

After a VERY funny argument between Coach and Stiles with coaches whistle being blown in Stiles face a lot, we pulled over at a rest stop and ran Scott inside and lifted his shirt. The cuts on his were horrible. He was going to die if we didn't fix them.

"Shit Scott. What the hell are we going to do?!" I freaked.
"We need to stitch em up" Lydia said holding up a needle and thread.

"Wait what about the bus?" Allison questioned.

"Y/N, Stiles go be a distraction to keep the bus from leaving." Lydia ordered.

"That's probably for the best. I'm not to good with needles anyway" Stiles grumbled as he grabbed hold of my wrist and we both walked out of the bathroom and over to coach.

Time Skip

Well the meet is canceled. We pulled into a really gross looking Hotel called the Glen Capri.

"Alright Now I Don't Want Any Of You Dirty Little Children Hooking Up. So Keep Your Fithly little Hands To Your Filthy Selves" Coach Finstock yelled as he handed me a room key. Then blew his whistle in my face for good measure.

"Y/N, your with us" Allison said grabbing my hand along with Lydia's and we all walked to our room.

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