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Cassie's POV
"Stop thinking about it, man." Isaac glanced over to Boyd who sat in the seat next to us. "Like you two are not thinking about it too?" Boyd says without looking at us.
I sigh, "how can I--?" I whispered, knowing both of them would hear me. "--Can't believe it."
~
"There's a jackknifed tractor a few miles ahead. Could miss the meet." Isaac leans his head against the window, and I lay my head on his shoulder. Before Isaac whipped his over to Boyd.
"Boyd?" Isaac called out and he was breathing heavy..."shit, we might have a problem." I whispered to him, and he was growling under his breath, his claws were coming out, gripping onto the seat.
Then I see Scott sit in the seat with Boyd, grabbing onto his clawed hand, "let go." Boyd growls at Scott.
"You got a plan. Tell me your brilliant plan. And I'll let go--" Scott says and Boyd doesn't say anything. "--What are you gonna do? Kill him, right here? And then what? What are you gonna do after that?" Scott asks.
"I don't care." Boyd says before he tries to get out his seat, but Scott sits him down, "I do." Scott tells him.
And Isaac leaned over me, "whoa, whoa, you're still hurt." Isaac frowns. Scott sighs, "I'm fine. Give me a chance to figure something out. Something that doesn't have to end with someone else dying." Scott says softly.
Boyd sighs softy, "okay." He breathes out, before Scott stands up in pain, he was in so much pain, I feel so bad for him.
~
"Jared, I'm warning you, I'm an empathetic vomiter. You throw up, I'm gonna throw up right back on you. And it will be profoundly disgusting." Coach tells a boy that sits in two seats away from us. "Please, don't talk about throwing up." The boy shakes his head.
"I might throw up in you just to make a point, Jared. Now! The rest of you think we're gonna miss this meet because of a slight traffic jam. A minor tornado warning, Jared. We're gonna make this thing. Nothing is gonna stop us!" Coach tells us, and I chuckle.
Then Stiles' hand raised, "Stilinski, put your hand down." But Stiles talks anyways, "you know, there's, like, a food exit about a half a mile up. I don't know if we stop and then maybe--" Stiles gets cut off by Coach. "We're not gonna stop."
"Okay, but if we stop--"
"Stilinski--!" Coach blows his whistle, "--Shut it! Seriously! It's a little bus! Stop asking me questions!" Coach yells at him, and Stiles sits back in the seat.
~
"Coach, it's five minutes for a bathroom break, okay? We've been on this thing for, like, three hours--" Coach blows his whistle, cutting Stiles off. "--It's 60 miles to the next rest stop--" Another whistle. "--Being cooped up for hours is not good--" And another whistle.
