The Other McCall ✢ Stilinski | 1

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"So, you killed her?" Stiles opened the door to the hallways at school, Scott told us about this crazy dream about killing Allison.

"I don't know." Scott said. "I just woke up, Stacey, did you hear me yelling or anything?" I shake my head.

"No, I was asleep dork." I smile. We walk down the hallways the next morning of Beacon Hills high school.

"And I was sweating like crazy, and I couldn't breathe. I've never had a dream where I woke up like that before." Scott explained.

"Really? I have. Usually ends a little differently," Stiles said, then made awkward eye contact with me. What? He lets out a nervous chuckle.

"A, I meant I've never had a dream that felt that real, and B, never give me that much detail about you in bed again." Scott said. God.

"Noted." Stiles said. "Let me take a guess here though."

"No, I know. You think it has something to do with me going out with Allison tomorrow." Scott and Allison had a date. Why does my brother get a girlfriend? Why can't I have a boyfriend? Then we could go out on double dates! Oh, that would be so cool. "Like I'm gonna lose control and rip her throat out."

Who would I date though?

Like, none of these guys in Beacon Hills are decent. It's sad what the society is today. I wonder was it was like dating back in the old days, where you didn't have to worry about what you looked like cause lets be honest, no one had style back in the old days.

"No, of course not." Stiles' voice brought me back to reality, I realized I had been trailing behind them. I quickly walk up to Stiles and Scott. They didn't even notice I was gone. "Yeah, it is totally is. Hey, come on. It's gonna be fine, all right? Personally, I think you're handling this pretty freaking amazing,"

"Yeah, it's not like there's a Lycanthropy for Beginners class you can take." I add and Stiles chuckled.

"Yeah, not a class, but a teacher." Scott said, looking over at me. Oh no. Oh hell no, he is not going to Derek- not over my dead body.

"Who, Derek?" Stiles snapped. Stiles slapped the back of Scott's head. "You forgetting the part where we got him tossed in jail?"

"Yeah, I know, but chasing her, dragging her down the back of the bus, it felt so real." I felt bad for Scott now.

"How real?" I asked softly.

"Like it actually happened." Scott responded, and we opened up two doors, that lead to outside. I almost choked, on what? I don't know, but in front of me was a bus. With blood printed everywhere, cops, and students.

"I think it did."

Oh, no freaking way.

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"She's probably fine." I tried to calm my brother down as me, Stiles, and Scott walks back through down the hallway.

"She's not answering my texts, Stiles, Stacey," Scott panicked, looking at his phone.

"It could be just a coincidence, all right?" Stiles tried, as Scott looks around the hallways trying to find Allison. "A seriously amazing coincidence."