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"The amount of caffeine in on right now should be illegal." Alison said while we walked down the school hallway. "I was up all last night studying for this stupid French quiz."
I laughed at her, "Alison you're going to do fine. I have no clue why you're stressing so much about it!"
"Says you!" She retorted. "You're practically fluent in French"
I sighed, " try again, fail again. Fail better."
"Are you really quoting Samuel Beckett?" She asked.
"I thought that was Yoda." I shrugged.
We both laughed right before we bumped into Scott. He looked panicked. But calm again once he saw Alison.
"You scared the hell out of me." Alison laughed.
"You're ok." He said.
"Why wouldn't I be." She asked, still smiling.
Scott shrugged as the loudspeaker started making an announcement:
Attention students this is your principle. I know you're all wondering about the incident that occurred last night to one of our busses. But while the police determine to figure out what happened, classes will proceed as scheduled.
That caused a loud groan through the hallway from the everyone.
"We got to go to French Scott. But we'll see you at lunch." I said to him, pulling Alison away.
"Gotcha." Scott smiled at us and we walked away.
<•>
"Sortez vos livres et ouvrez la page cent-trente-six."
Our French teacher instructed.
Alison and I took out our books and turned to page 136.
"Alison. One- thirty- six." I whispered. She looked at her page number, sighed and turned to the right page.
"Omg look!" One of our classmates said, pointing out the window. We all ran over to see paramedics wheeling a body into an ambulance. We all thought it was dead until the body sat up in the gurnee and grabbed one of the medics shirts. He was alive.
But what happened to him?
<•>
"Ok but dreams aren't memories." Stiles said as Scott caught me up on what he thinks he did in the bus.
"But it wasn't a dream! Something happened last night and I can't remember what."
We sat down at the lunch table next to Stiles and I played with my food while I listened to the two.
"What even makes you so sure that Derek has all the answers?" Stiles asked.
"Because! During the full moon he didn't change. He was completely in control. While I was running around in the middle of the night attacking some totally innocent guy."
"You don't know that you did that."
"I don't not know it!"
Suddenly, popular people started sitting at our table. Which I thought was weird. Scott made room for Alison to sit down and I saw Jackson come up to me.
"Get up." He said.
"No." I responded
"Excuse me?" He asked.
"You heard me Whitmore." I said.
He looked at Lydia and she looked back at him with a smile and a shrug. She looked at me and winked. Jackson turned to the guy who was sitting at the head of the table and he didn't need to say anything to make the coward give him his seat.
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