"So you killed her?" Stiles asked Scott as the three of us walked into the school. I was in the middle of the two boys as Scott told us about his dream last night. In his dream, he killed Allison on a bus. Kind of a weird place to kill someone, isn't it?

"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." My eyebrows furrowed together as I tried to figure out why he was having these dreams.

"Really? I have. Usually ends a little differently." Stiles smirks and I groan, shaking my head.

"A, I meant I've never had a dream that felt that real." Scott said and I shook my head, looking back at Stiles.

"And B, we never need to hear that much detail about you in bed again." I tell Stiles and he smiles and throws his arm around my shoulder. I felt the butterflies in my stomach again and I moved to the other side of Scott. Both the boys gave me a weird look, but neither said anything. I bit my lip as I looked away from them. I needed to get over this silly crush on Stiles. Now is just not the time. Plus... he likes Lydia, my best friend.

"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." Scott said, bringing the attention back to his problem, which I was grateful for.

"No, of course not." I said sarcastically, giving Scott a look as he glared at me.

"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." Stiles adds as an idea comes to mind. They were not going to like this. I didn't even like it.

"Yeah, not a class, but maybe a teacher." I mentioned, once again avoiding their eye contact. I looked over, feeling their glaring eyes digging into me. I gave them a sheepish smile. "You know I am right though."

"Who, Derek? You're forgetting the part where we got him tossed in jail?" I rolled my eyes at Stiles.

"I didn't forget." Before I could say anything else, Scott interrupted.

"But chasing her, dragging her to the back of the bus, it felt so real. Maybe I should give him a chance." Scott suggested, shrugging.

"How real?" Stiles asked.

"Like it actually happened." Scott mumbled as we opened the doors, stepping out of the school to the back parking lot.

"I think it did." Stiles said as we stared at the bus. It's emergency door in the back was completely ripped off, blood covering the entire back of the bus. The police swarmed around it, taking all sorts of evidence and pictures. We all quickly went back inside.

✧

Scott was walking in front of us, repeatedly calling and texting Allison. Stiles and I kept looking at each other. Scott didn't do this. He couldn't have. "Scott, slow down. There's no way you did this. She's fine." I tried to reassure my brother. He slowed down but glared at me.

"She's not answering my texts, Bella." I bit my lip. Stiles grabbed Scott's shoulders, stopping him from going anywhere.

"It could just be a coincidence, all right? A seriously amazing coincidence." Scott shook his head, not believing Stiles.

"Just help me find her, okay?" Scott asked us as he looked between the two of us. We nodded. "Do you see her?" Scott asked as we continued to search the halls for Allison. Scott's eyes were darting around, checking everywhere in sight for her.

"No." Stiles and I said simultaneously and Scott sighed. His breathing started to get more ragged as we continued to walk through the halls. Scott leaned his head against a locker, placing his hands on both sides of his head. He grabbed the locker, squeezing it as it started to bend.

The locker was barely hanging on its hinges when Scott walked away. Scott was walking backwards and I saw him bump into someone. Allison. I sighed, finally feeling the anxiety fade away. I knew he didn't do it. All of her stuff fell to the ground and both of them reached down to grab it. Just as Stiles and I started to walk to our first class, a voice rang from the intercom. "Attention, students, this is your principal. I know you're all wondering about the incident that occurred last night to one of our buses." Stiles and I shared a look, but neither of us said anything. "While the police work to determine what happened, classes will proceed as scheduled." A sea of groans came from the students around us. In front of me, I saw Jackson groan louder than everyone else. Scott had ripped his locker. I tried not to laugh as I walked away, heading to my class, a small giggle leaving my lips.

✧

In Mr Harris's class (chemistry), Stiles and I sat together, Scott in front of us. It was how we were assigned seats. Mr Harris didn't want the siblings to sit next to each other in case we caused too much of a ruckus. Lydia and Jackson sat in front of Scott. I was taking notes, knowing that Stiles was probably just doodling in his notebook. He would ask for my notes later. This class bored the hell out of me, but at least Stiles and Scott kept me entertained with the number of times they got detention from Mr Harris. "Maybe it was my blood on the door." Scott said, as he turned around, facing Stiles and me. I took a small break from my notes to look up at him. He was a bad whisperer.

"Could have been animal blood. You know, maybe you caught a rabbit or something." I offered, shrugging as I went back to my notes.

"And did what?" Scott asked, disgusted.

"Ate it." Stiles answered for me. Scott pulled a face.

"Raw?" Stiles and I rolled our eyes, though Scott couldn't see me do it.

"No, you stopped to bake it in a little werewolf oven. I don't know, you're the one who can't remember anything." I chuckled a little, burying my head in my notes so I didn't laugh any louder.

"Mr. Stilinksi, if that's your idea of a hushed whisper, you might want to pull the headphones out every once in a while." I kept my head in my notebook, hoping he wouldn't call me out. "I think you and the McCalls would benefit from a little distance, yes?" I raised my head from my desk and looked up at Mr Harris. I raised my hand and he sighed. "Yes, Ms McCall?"

"Stiles already doesn't pay any attention in this class. The only reason he isn't asleep yet is because I am giving him my notes. So I don't think it would benefit either of you if you separate us." I told him politely, but there was slight sarcasm laced in the sentence. Mr Harris glared at me as he pointed to the seat next to Jackson. Both of the boys were forced to move to opposite sides of the classroom, leaving me left in the middle.

"Let me know if the separation anxiety gets to be too much." Stiles looked back at us for a second but looked away when a girl pointed to the window.

"Hey, I think they found something." She said, making everyone stand up and look towards the window. There was a body being taken out of the back of the bus. He was mauled by a wolf. I gulped, looking over at Scott.

"That's not a rabbit." Scott said, looking at me and Stiles. He was getting nervous.

All of a sudden the man jumped up in the gurney, screaming. The whole class jumped back from the window, startled. I sat back down in my seat, Scott and Stiles standing next to me. I ran a hand through my hair, biting my lip. "Okay. This is good, this is good. He got up, he's not dead. Dead guys can't do that." Stiles tells Scott, trying to calm him down.

"Stiles... I did that."

✧

When we were released from class, the three of us walked to the cafeteria for lunch. We sat at an empty table, Stiles and me on one side and Scott on the other. "Dreams aren't memories though." I told Scott, trying to convince him he didn't do it. He didn't. I refused to believe that Scott hurt anyone.

"Then it wasn't a dream. Something happened last night, and I can't remember what." Scott said as Stiles shoved a couple grapes in his mouth and I shook my head.

"What makes you so sure that Derek even has all the answers?" Stiles asked, bringing us back to the topic of Derek training Scott.

"Because during the full moon he wasn't changed. He was in total control while I was running around in the middle of the night attacking some totally innocent guy." Scott argued and I sighed. I didn't like Derek but Scott was right.

"You don't know that." I told Scott as I took a bite of my apple.

"I don't not know it. I can't go out with Allison. I have to cancel." He reached into his pocket for his phone but Stiles' eyes went wide, shaking his head vigorously.

"No, you're not cancelling, okay? You can't just cancel your entire life. We'll figure it out." Stiles argued. Scott slipped his phone back into his pocket when Lydia walked up to us, sitting next to Scott.

"Figure what out?" She asked, sending a smile my way.

"Just homework." I said, shaking my head. "These bozos haven't studied for the quiz." I told her. Scott glared at me. Stiles gaped at Lydia, before looking back at Scott.

"Why is she sitting with us?" Stiles asked. I rolled my eyes as Allison sat down next to Scott. Another girl sat next to Stiles and soon half of the lacrosse team was sitting at our table. Jackson walked over to us, and made a guy move out of a seat.

"How come you never ask Danny to get up?" The guy asks Jackson as he sits next to Danny, who is sitting next to me. Danny is Jackson's best friend. He is also gay.

"Because I don't stare at his girlfriend's coin slot." I chuckled and shook my head. Though I was still confused. Why were they sitting with us? Lydia and Allison were my friends and wherever Lydia went, Jackson went. But why here? "So I hear they're saying it's some type of animal attack. Probably a cougar." Danny said, raising his eyebrows.

"I heard mountain lion." Jackson said. I looked over at Lydia as she opened her salad.

"A cougar is a mountain lion." She said, but quickly looked up. "Isn't it?" I sighed and shook my head. I hated it when she acted dumb for Jackson.

"Who cares? The guy's probably some homeless tweaker who's gonna die anyway." Jackson said, but I ignored him as Stiles showed me his phone.

"Actually, I just found out who it is. Check it out." He tilted his phone so that everyone at the table could see the video.

As we watched the video the reporter told us everything we needed to know. The guy we saw survived the attack. And his name is Garrison Meyers. He was taken to mom's hospital and he's in critical condition. where he remains in critical condition. "I know that guy." Scott and I said as Stiles put his phone away. "When we used to take the bus back when we lived with my dad. He was the driver." I told Allison when she showed a confused glance towards me and my brother.

"Can we talk about something slightly more fun, please? Like, oh, where are we going tomorrow night? You said you and Scott were hanging out tomorrow night, right?" Lydia butt in, looking over at Scott and Allison. My eyes went wide as I saw where this was going.

"Um, we were thinking of what we were gonna do." Allison said, shrugging. Stiles and I looked at each other, both of us knowing where Lydia was going with this.

"Well, I am not sitting home again watching lacrosse videos, so if the four of us are hanging out, we are doing something fun." I drank some of my water as I watched Scott look over at Allison.

"Hanging out? Like, the four of us? Do you wanna hang out, like us and them?" Scott asked her, and she shrugged. Neither of them wanted to but they were going to say yes.

"Yeah, I guess. Sounds fun." Allison said, shrugging.

"You know what else sounds fun? Stabbing myself in the face with this fork." Jackson said as he picked up a fork. Lydia rolled her eyes and grabbed the fork.

"Damn..." I mumbled under my breath." Only Stiles seemed to have heard me as he chuckled, wrapping his arm around my shoulders. I felt my cheeks go hot but I ignored it.

"How 'bout bowling? You love to bowl." Lydia looked over at Jackson, trying to convince him.

"Yeah, with actual competition." Allison smirked and leaned over.

"How do you know we're not actual competition?" I looked back at Scott, trying not to laugh. He is awful at bowling. "You can bowl, right?" Allison asked Scott, who looked over at us before looking back at Allison.

"Sort of." I put my hand over Stiles' mouth to stop him from laughing or saying anything. He licked my hand and I hit him before wiping my hand on my jeans.

"Is it sort of, or yes?" Scott growled, looking over at Jackson who was challenging him.

"Yes. In fact, I'm a great bowler."

✧

When school ended we all walked out, Scott being late for work. "You are terrible at bowling. I'm good. You're bad. Did you get us mixed up again?" I asked Scott as we walked down the stairs of the school.

"I know! I'm such an idiot." I smirked at Scott, trying not to laugh.

"God, it was like watching a car wreck. I mean, first it turned into the whole group date thing. And then out of nowhere comes that phrase." Stiles says, trying not to laugh as well. It doesn't help that my brother is a moron sometimes.

"Hang out." Scott groaned.

"You don't hang out with hot girls, okay? It's like death. Once it's hanging out, you might as well be her gay best friend. You and Danny can start hanging out." I stopped in my spot and glared at Stiles.

"That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard." Scott and Stiles turned around, looking at me. 

"It's definitely true." Stiles said, and Scott nodded, agreeing with him. 

"Attractive girls can hang out with guys and that doesn't make them gay." I argued. "Like me, for example. Stiles would you say I'm hot?" I crossed my arms, looking at them. Scott turned to Stiles, shaking his head. 

"Don't eve think about answering that." Scott threatened Stiles, whose eyes were wide. I gave Stiles a look. 

"Stiles. It is just a question. Do you think I'm hot?" I asked him. Stiles gulped as he looked back and forth between me and Scott. 

"I - uh - well... that's not the word I would use, but yeah." He didn't look at Scott as his cheeks turned bright red.

"What do you mean?" I asked, now just curious. I uncrossed my arms, walking closer to the boys. I could see Scott's annoyed face. 

"I - uh wouldn't use the word hot. You're hot, no doubt but I wouldn't... what I mean is..." Stiles sighed, biting his lip as he quickly looked back at Scott, who looked like he wanted to tear Stiles' head off.  "You're beautiful." I bit my lip, smiling to myself, as the two boys started walking away. He thinks I am beautiful...

"Well, you're definitely not my gay best friend Stiles." I said as I caught up to the boys. I quickly kissed Stiles' cheek, earning a blush from both of us. I saw Scott looking at the two of us with an amused smile. We started walking again.

"How is this happening? I either killed a guy or I didn't." Scott started, running a hand through his hair.

"I don't think Danny likes me very much." I looked over at Stiles, confused. Which conversation do I tune into.

"I ask Allison on a date, and now we're hanging out." I put my hand on my brother's shoulder as we walked out of the school.

"Am I not attractive to gay guys?" Stiles asks, but neither of us answer.

"I make first line, and the team captain wants to destroy me, and now—now I'm gonna be late for work." Scott grumbles, taking his bike out of the bike rack.

"Tell Deaton I said hi." I yell as Scott hops on his bike, riding away.

"Wait, Scott, you didn't..." Stiles gives up, shaking his head as he turns to me. "Am I attractive to gay guys?" I bit my lip, laughing a little.

"Yes Stiles. You're attractive to both guys and girls. But probably not Danny." Stiles threw his arm around my shoulders, walking me to his jeep. I am falling for Stiles. Bad.