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CHAPTER TEN:
"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 said.
"please don't talk about throwing up. it's not good." jared replied.
"i might throw up on you just to make a point, jared." coach said.
"it's not good. it's not good." jared said shaking his head.
"now the rest of you, don't 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! stilinski put your hand down." coach said.
"you know, there's, like, a food exit about a half a mile up. i don't know if we stop and then maybe traffic-" stiles began.
"we're not gonna stop." coach told stiles.
"okay, but if we stop-" stiles tried.
"stilinski!" coach said blowing his whistle.
"shut it! seriously! it's a little bus! stop asking me questions!" coach yelled.
"i hate him. did you call deaton?" stiles asked scott.
"i keep getting his voice mail." scott replied.
"that's it. i'm calling marcie, lydia and allison." stiles said pulling out his phone.
"how are they gonna help, back in beacon hills?" scott asked.
"they're not. they've been following us for hours." stiles said and turned around.
"pathetic." stiles mumbled.
he wouldn't say it out loud, but he thought it was cute how concerned marcie was for them.
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marcie felt her phone vibrating and she grabbed it and saw stiles was calling her.
"guys, what do i do?" marcie said showing them her phone.
lydia and allison looked at it and they saw what marcie had put for stiles' contact name.
marcie had put my universe as his contact name since hers was my mars.
