Kids in the Dark [S.S. Book One]

Three

I was standing near the front door waiting for the boys at the school when I heard Stiles ask, "So you killed her?"

"What's this about killing someone?" I said quietly.

Stiles nodded to Scott to signal for him to talk. "I don't know. I just woke up. And I was sweating like crazy, and I couldn't breathe. I've never had a dream where I woke up like that before."

"Really? I have," Stiles answered. "Usually ends a little differently."

Scott sighed quietly. ""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. I don't think Lyssa wants to hear about that, either."

My grimace said enough. Although, Stiles--nope, don't even go there, Alyssa. Stiles continued on. "Noted. Let me take a guess here--"

Scott interrupted Stiles. "No, I know you think it has something to do with me going out with Allison tomorrow, like I'm gonna lose control and rip her throat out."

"No, of course not. Yeah, that's totally it. Hey, come on, it's gonna be fine, all right? Personally, I think you're handling this pretty freakin' amazingly. You know, it's not like there's a lycanthropy for beginners class you can take."

"Yeah, not a class, but maybe a teacher," Scott suggested.

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

Scott sighed. "Yeah, I know, but chasing her, dragging her to the back of the bus, it felt so real."

"How real?"

"Like it actually happened," Scott said as we exited the building through a set of double white doors.

To our horror, we saw cops next to a bus eerily similar to what Scott said he'd dreamt. "I think it did," I replied quietly.

"She's probably fine," Stiles tried to reassure as we headed back into the school.

"She's not answering my texts, Stiles."

"It could just be a coincidence, all right? A seriously amazing coincidence."

Scott frowned. "Just help me find her, okay? Do you see her?"

"No," Stiles and I said in unison.

We were looking for Allison when the loudspeaker went off. "Attention, students, this is your principal. I know you're all wondering about the incident that occurred last night to one of our buses. While the police work to determine what happened, classes will proceed as scheduled."

I groaned at the announcement and saw Scott. "He found her, Stiles. He found her."

Stiles sighed in relief as he glanced at his phone. "We gotta get to Harris."

"Harris the ferret. Damn. I wish that rhymed."

Stiles chuckled. "Harris the ferret. I like it. It suits him."

We took our usual seats near Scott and once we were seated, he turned to us. "Maybe it was my blood on the door."

Stiles shrugged. "Could have been animal blood. You know, maybe you caught a rabbit or something."

"And did what?"

"Ate it," I said seriously.

"Raw?" Scott asked in horror.

"No, you stopped to bake it in a little werewolf oven," Stiles retorted. "I don't know, you're the one who can't remember anything."

Harris turned and looked at Stiles. "Mr. Stilinski, if that's your idea of a hushed whisper, you might want to pull the headphones out every once in a while. I think you, Mr. McCall, and Miss Devereaux would benefit from a little distance, yes?"