Mad World // Stiles Stilinksi [1/2]

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Allison was nearly tailing the bus. "Am I getting too close? I'm getting too close, aren't I?"

Lydia glanced up from her book and shrugged. "That depends. Are you just following the bus, or are you planning on mounting it at some point."

"Alli, you're gonna make them suspicious. Stiles especially," Lucy warned.

Allison nodded. "Yeah, I should back off."

Lydia sighed. "Well, that also depends. Oh, do you mean the bus, the ex-boyfriend you're currently stalking, or Lu's boyfriend?"

Allison snuck a glance at Lydia in the rearview mirror. "Well, after it happened, I'm not letting him out of my sight, and I know Lu is worried about him as well."

"Hm," Lydia hummed.

"And by the way, this all started when he came knocking at my door."

"For what?" Lydia wondered.

No one answered, and Lucy leaned forward, closer to Allison. "Are you going to keep following that bus? I mean, it seems to me you're taking the "not letting them out of your sight" literally. Are you? I know I am."

"Why?" Allison questioned.

"You're gonna run out of gas," Lucy told her bluntly.

Allison groaned. "Ugh."

Lydia glanced at Lucy and nodded. "Yeah. And I'm pretty sure that bus hold a lot more gas than this Toyota."

Allison glanced to Lydia a second time. "What if we stop?"

Lydia rolled her eyes. "Is it really that big of a deal? I mean, so we lose them. We know where they're headed."

Lucy frowned. "I'm not leaving Stiles alone. He might do something stupid."

Allison nodded. "You didn't see what happened."

"I know who started it," Lydia said.

Lucy smirked. "Is that what Aiden told you?"

"Aiden?" Lydia asked innocently. She glared at Allison. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on a second. Is that why you invited me on this whole little road trip thing? Oh, my gosh. You're keeping an eye on them and me."

"So there's nothing between you two?" Allison asked.

Lydia pursed her lips. "I'm appalled by the insinuation."

"Nothing?" Lucy wondered.

Lydia shot her a look. "Nothing."

Traffic stopped and Lucy let out a groan.

Lydia's phone started ringing and she answered. "Hey, Stiles. Yeah, we're just about to walk into a movie, uh, you know, the popcorn and..."

"I know you're following us."

"Okay."

She put her phone on speaker and Stiles' voice resounded. "Okay, look, Scott's still hurt."

Allison frowned. "What do you mean still? He's not healing?"

"No, he's not healing. I think he's actually getting worse. The blood's turning, like, a black color."

"Stiles, what's wrong with him? He was injured hours ago. He should be healing, healed by now."

Lydia nodded and Stiles said, "I don't... do I have a PhD in lycanthropy? How am I supposed to know that?"

"Stiles, I don't need your sarcasm," Lucy huffed.

Allison sighed and thought for a moment. "We need to get him off the bus."