"So did you kill her?"

Stiles, Scott and myself were making our way into the school as my brother went into grave detail about his nightmare he had last night. He didn't spare us the unwanted details, so basically the gist was that he had taken Allison out to a bus in the school parking lot so they could inevitably hookup and he ended up attacking her. From what I understood, he was on the verge of killing her before he woke himself up.

Scott shrugged, "I don't know, I woke up. I was all sweaty and breathing heavy, it was weird. I've never had a dream like that before."

Stiles chuckled, "I have, it usually ends a little differently though."

I smacked his chest in disgust, "I could have gone my entire life not knowing that, listening to you two talk about wet dreams isn't exactly how I want to spend my morning."

Scott rolled his eyes, "I meant because a.) I've never had a dream feel that real before and b.) Never give me that much detail about you in bed again."

"Noted," Stiles nodded sarcastically, "let me take a guess here though--"

My brother held his hand up to silence his best friend, "No, I already know what you're going to say. You think it has something to do with me going out with Allison tomorrow, you think I'm going to loose control and rip her throat out or something." he breathed out in exasperation.

Stiles shook his head from side to side, "No that's not-- actually, that's totally it."

I sighed, "Hey, Scott, come on. It's gonna be fine, personally I think you are handling this whole being a teenage werewolf thing pretty damn well."

"Yeah, I mean it's not like there's a lycanthrophy beginner's class you can take or anything." Stiles added.

Scott slowed his walking pace and his eyes darted between Stiles and myself, "Yeah maybe not a class, but there is a person."

I stopped walking and gaped at my brother in slight dismay, "There you go mentioning him again. It's like you enjoy giving me a headache, Scott."

"What are you talking about?" he gasped in confusion, Stiles appeared to be at a loss for words as well.

My eyes widened, "Do you not recall that the last interaction you had with him? It resulted with you two getting him arrested, which means he more than likely has no desire to help you in the slightest. Yet, here you are tossing his name out there like he's a viable option for help in this situation."

In my opinion, Derek Hale was a wild card. We have no idea what he is capable of doing or what his possible reasoning for doing anything could be. So, I think we should just stay as far away from him as possible, but leave it to Scott to suggest going and seeking him out willingly.

"I know that Kasey! But chasing her, dragging her to the back of the bus... it felt too real." Scott argued defensively. I rolled my eyes in annoyance as I realized that he didn't take into account a single word that I had said.

"How real?" Stiles asked as we pushed through the doors that led to the outside of the building, heading over to our classes on the other side of the school.

Scott sighed, "Like it actually happened."

We were then met with the sight of a large yellow school bus, with the emergency exit door ripped off the back and bent out of shape. Blood was splattered on the windows and the brown "leather" seats, as well as on the outside of the bus and the concrete beneath it. Several police officers were here, inspecting the scene and taking photographs.

"I think it did," Stiles gasped loudly.

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After Scott had a total and complete meltdown and stormed away from Stiles and myself, heading god knows where, we decided to head on to Chemistry class ahead of him. I had no doubt that Allison was actually fine and was not injured in the slightest. I didn't hear Scott sneak out of the house last night, and I normally do, because I'm a very light sleeper, so I think the bus was just a huge and freaky coincidence.

That's possible, right?

Well, now with him being a werewolf I guess he could pull a Jacob Black and start climbing in and out of windows so if he did leave in the middle of the night last night, I may not have been able to hear him. This revelation is highly unsettling.

Moments later, Scott stumbled into Chemistry class. I let out a sigh of relief upon seeing him with a grin plastered on his face. It wasn't just any grin, either. It was the Allison grin. Which meant that he had seen Allison before he came to class, which meant that he didn't sneak out of the house last night and kill her on a school bus. This revelation is highly satisfying.

Mr. Harris had practically forbade Scott and I being lab partners, which I wasn't all that upset with to be honest because Scott was a less than stellar student, so I ended up getting paired with Stiles for my partner for the semester. We had an uneven number of students in the class, so Scott was by himself, and whenever we would do experiments Mr. Harris had informed him that he would be assigned to a new partnership every time so he could get to work with everyone in the class.

Once Scott was seated and Mr. Harris assigned which sections of the reading he wanted us to do, my brother and Stiles went to work discussing the coincidence of the crime scene outside in the parking lot. It is weird that Scott happened to have a dream that he attacked and nearly killed Allison on a bus and then there happens to be a bus that was destroyed and has blood all over it.

"Maybe it wasn't blood?" Scott said quietly as he turned around on his stool to face Stiles and myself. I glanced up to ensure that Harris wasn't watching us, thankfully he was busying himself with glancing over some lesson plans at his desk and then copying the instructions onto the board.

Stiles sighed, "Yeah, or maybe it was animal blood? You could have caught a rabbit or something?"

I nodded quickly, "Totally, wolves love to eat rabbits or foxes, even squirrels."

My brother's eyes widened, "You think I ate it raw?"

"No, you stopped to bake it in your little werewolf oven, I don't know. You're the one who can't remember anything." Stiles pointed out sarcastically.

I let out a laugh that was entirely too loud for our quiet conversation, I quickly clamped my hands over my mouth to try and shove the sound back in, but it was too late. Mr. Harris had already whipped around from the board and had his hands on his hips, "Miss McCall, are we interrupting something between you and Mister Stilinski? Because if that's your idea of a hushed conversation-- you may want to consider taking the headphones out every once in awhile."

My lips parted slightly in shock but Harris just continued on his power trip, "I think some separation between you two would be a great idea."

"But--" I tried to save myself from having to go and sit by myself but he pointed to the corner desk and I let out a huff of annoyance as I snatched up my books and bag. Stiles did the same and moved to another desk on the other side of the room. Well, this sucks.

"Let me know if the separation anxiety gets to be too much." he chuckled to himself.

I rolled my eyes, "I'll be sure to do that."

After I had my books and bag situated on the desk I glanced at Scott and he shrugged his shoulders while giving me a small smile. Oh what the hell, he was talking too. Why did I get moved from my seat? More importantly why does Harris have to be such a dick? I mean, what Stiles said wasn't even that funny... yet, I found it to be laugh worthy. This whole, possibly having a crush on him thing is gonna get me into heaps of trouble... I can see that already.

Not even thirty seconds after our reprimending, some random girl in our class jumped up from her desk and rushed to the window, "I think they found something!"

Scott wasted no time in springing up from his stool and getting to the window, I didn't even bother getting up. I was not in the mood to get a verbal beating from Harris again, so I just sighed and pulled out a pen from my bag. Harris has already given me detention once this year, I'm not trying to get another one.

The crowd at the window all jumped and let out gasps and screams. My eyes widened as I saw Stiles drag Scott over towards me. Stiles looked hopeful and Scott looked panicked. I attempted to glance out the window from where I was sitting, but I couldn't see over the mass of students in front of the window.

"Hey that's good right? He's not dead, dead guys can't do that." Stiles verified as he grabbed Scott's shoulder. Dead guy? What? I thought we established Scott had killed a woodland creature? Had there been a person on the bus?

Scott swallowed dryly, "No, I did that."

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The rest of the day leading up to our lunch bell, was mostly Stiles and myself listening to my brother ramble about how his dream wasn't really a dream anymore and how he needed Derek's help. What I had missed in Chemistry, due to my not wanting to get bitched at by Harris, was a man being pulled on a stretcher to an ambulance. According to Stiles' retelling of the story, the man had attempted to get out of the restraints and he sat up and started screaming before they put him in the back of the ambulance.

"What makes you think that Derek even has all the answers?" Stiles huffed in annoyance, he and I were on the same page about our feelings for Derek Hale. I didn't trust him in the slightest, so what if he was attractive and could totally open up a male strip joint if he wanted to, he was a total jerk from what I've witnessed thus far. Not only that, he's just sketchy.

Scott groaned, "I told you already! Because during the full moon, he didn't change. He had total control. And then there's me, who's running around in the middle of the night attacking some totally innocent guy."

"Technically you don't know that." I pointed out, as I took a drink from my water bottle. We had gotten our food and currently residing at a seemingly empty table... well, it was empty if you discounted the three of us.

He narrowed his eyes at me, "I don't not know it, either."

Scott did have a point, he didn't know if he did it or not. For some reason though, he is dead set on thinking he did it. Now, it could all just be one big coincidence... I doubt it is, but we can't really rule that out either. There are just endless possibilities as to what the explanation for all of this could be, and at this rate, it feels like Derek is going to be the only one that can give us some answers.

"I can't go out with Allison tonight, I have to cancel." he sighed sadly, his eyes downcast to the table.

Stiles shook his head from side to side quickly, "No, you're not canceling. You can't just cancel your entire life. We'll figure it out."

I opened my mouth to agree with him, but stopped myself when Lydia Martin herself sat down in the seat beside me. My eyes widened as I watched more and more people sit down at our table, what the hell? Allison sat down beside Scott, and he grinned at her. Oh for the love of all that is holy, this can't happen. They can't all sit here. This is way too many people preventing the conversation that we were currently having.

"Get up,"

My head snapped up to see Jackson ordering one of his Lacrosse followers out of the seat by Lydia, he looked pissed off, as per usual. I honestly don't get the big deal about Jackson Whittemore. He's really not all that good looking in my eyes, and he is such a jerk to people. But, for some unknown reason, practically every girl in this school throws themselves at him. Much like Lydia Martin, I mean I can see that she's gorgeous and that's the main appeal... but she's just not all that nice.

They're the picture perfect popular couple.

"Why don't you ever ask Danny to get up?" The guy asked in annoyance, but got out of the seat just as Jackson had instructed him to do.

Danny chuckled, "Because I don't stare at his girlfriend's coin-slot."

I swallowed thickly as I unconsciously scooted my body closed to Stiles'. I was not all that comfortable with this particular set of people, nor do I want to spend my free time sitting with them and listening to their conversations. I wanted to be able to continue the conversation that Scott, Stiles and I were having before we were interrupted but it doesn't look as though that can happen.

Stiles had obviously sensed my body being closer to his, because he froze. He had been in the process of reaching for his drink, but stopped midway and slowly moved his arm to lay flat against the table. He glanced at me discreetly, "You okay?"

His voice was soft, so soft that I barely heard him which meant that Jackass down at the other end obviously couldn't hear him. I licked at my lips, which were drying considerably due to nerves, and attempted to fake a smile for him.

He sighed, "I'll take that as a no... you feeling nervous?"

Instead of attempting to hide the fact that I felt uncomfortable from him, I nodded once. Stiles then slid his water bottle towards me, "Take a drink, and then breathe. You'll be okay."

I did as he instructed and took a gulp of the water before and letting out a heavy sigh. I don't know what it is about these people that makes me so nervous, maybe it's their judgmental stares and harsh opinion of people. I have no doubt that they make fun of us on a daily basis, yet they are sitting here with us. If this is Allison's doing, I would really prefer that she stop.

"So they're saying it was an animal attack, probably a cougar?" Danny piped up as he took a bite out of his apple.

What are they talking about? Oh, probably the bus.

Jackson scoffed, "I heard mountain lion."

"A cougar is a mountain lion," Lydia snapped before she blinked rapidly and added, "isn't it?"

I rolled my eyes at her stupidity act. I knew that she was a hell of a lot smarter than she let on. I normally scored pretty high on all of my tests and back in middle school, there was always one person who scored better than me.. and that person was Lydia Martin. She was pretty much a genius at this point, and that's not something that she should be ashamed of. I don't know if Jackson is the reason that she pretends to be stupid or not, but if he is then that's a problem.

Jackson rose an eyebrow and shrugged, "Who cares? The guy was probably a homeless tweaker who was bound to die soon anyway."

"Actually, I just found out who it is, check it out." Stiles said as he turned his phone for the table to see. I didn't even see him pull his phone out and start searching for the news story.

On the small screen I could see Sheriff Stilinski walking by the bus, and the news anchor's voice came muffled through the speaker, "The Sheriff's department will continue to speculate on the incident, but confirmed the victim as Garrison Meyers who did survive the attack. Meyers was taken to the hospital, where he remains in critical condition."

As I stared at Stiles' small phone screen, I realized that this guy looked really familiar for some reason. I've seen him before, I just can't place it... and then my brother snatched the phone up and supplied the answer my question.

"I know this guy," he breathed out.

Allison appeared confused, "You do?"

"Yeah, Kasey remember him? When we used to ride the bus when we stayed with dad?" Scott asked me, and then it all clicked. He had been the bus driver for Scott and I when we were younger. He was always a really nice man, on the days that Scott was sick or stayed home I would sit in the front of the bus and talk to Garrison about my homework I had to do or about kids that annoyed me.

Lydia started to twirl her fork in the air, "Can we talk about something a little more fun please? Oh, like where we're going tomorrow night," she then turned to face Scott and Allison, who were on the other side of me. I looked down at the table awkwardly, this was the group date that Allison had invited me to, I just pray she doesn't bring that up now, apparently Lydia doesn't know that I was invited... so let's keep it that way.

I glanced at Scott and Allison to see them looking completely caught off guard. I guess she hasn't told him about it yet, oh this is interesting. I smiled faintly as I watched the two of them begin a sort of panic as they glanced between each other before looking at Lydia, "You said you were thinking about hanging out tomorrow?" Lydia prompted.

Allison swallowed her food and glanced at Scott once before looking back at Lydia, "Um, we were thinking about what we were going to do..."

"Well, I'm not sitting at home all night watching Lacrosse videos so if the four of us are hanging out, we're doing something fun." Lydia stated, Stiles and I exchanged a look before we both switched our attention to my brother.

I bit down on my tongue to stop from laughing as the look of sheer panic washed over my brothers face, "Hanging out? The four of us? As in, us and them? Do you want us to hang out with them?" he was firing all of these questions at Allison, who just looked uncomfortable.

"Yeah, I guess. Sounds fun," she replied as she looked at Jackson and Lydia.

Jackson then narrowed his eyes at her, "You know what else sounds fun? Stabbing myself in the face with this fork." I watched as he picked up the fork, my eyes widening in amusement, but the little flicker of amusement fizzled out as Lydia took the fork away from him and set it back on the table.

"Oh, how about bowling? You love to bowl!" Lydia exclaimed. I choked out a laugh at just the thought of Scott bowling, he can't bowl to save his life. I remember when we were eight at a birthday party and he tried to show off for this girl a few lanes over, lets just say the ball didn't go where it was supposed to and that young girl left the bowling alley with two broken toes.

Jackson smirked, "Yeah, with actual competition."

"How do you know we're not actual competition?" Allison inquired as she leaned forward on the table. Well, we all know that Scott clearly isn't an competition.

Jackson leaned forward as well, "Can you bowl?"

"Sort-of..." Scott answered as he kept his gaze on the table. Sort-of? No, Scott. Don't lie again, you keep trying to impress Allison and all it does it just make you look like an idiot because you can't follow through with these things. I was trying to get him to look at me so I could tell him just that with a glare, but he refused to meet my gaze. Damn it all to hell.

"Is it sort-of, or yes?" Jackson sneered.

Scott finally faced him and narrowed his eyes, "Yes. In fact, I'm a great bowler."

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"You're a terrible bowler!" Stiles and I exclaimed at the exact same time. The lunch from hell had ended and we were making our way to our next class. Scott was such an idiot I swear, sometimes I think I got all of the brains and he got... well he got the ability to make an ass out of himself.

Scott sighed, "I know! I'm such an idiot."

"God it was like watching a car wreck. First it turned into the whole group date thing, and then comes that phrase--"

My brother groaned, "Hang out."

Stiles hid his face in his hands, "You don't hang out with hot girls, once you start hanging out you might as well become her gay best friend. You and Danny can hang out,"

I scoffed, "That is the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard."

"It's totally true!" Stiles argued, while Scott just nodded in agreement.

"Attractive girls can hang out with guys and it doesn't mean that you automatically become their gay best friend," I argued, "for example, Stiles, would you say I'm hot?"

Scott turned to face Stiles, "Don't even answer that question."

"Ignore him," I stated as I shot Scott a glare, "do you think I'm hot?"

Stiles gulped as he glanced between Scott and I quickly, "Uh, well.... I mean, that wouldn't be the word I would use, but sure.."

"What do you mean?" I asked, his comment derailing my train of thought.

He swallowed thickly, "I, uh-- I mean... you are hot, I guess... but I wouldn't describe you as being hot.. beautiful is the word I would use. You're beautiful."

I hadn't thought that is what he was going to say, and it completely threw me off track. What was I asking him? Oh my God, why is my skin getting all hot and itchy? Scott was smiling to himself as he glanced between Stiles and I in amusement. We both looked uncomfortable with our blushing faces and wide eyes.

"I, well... uh-- I don't consider you my gay best friend." I stammered before the warning bell sounded for class, and I took that as my opportunity to get away from that awkward situation.

✢

"So what exactly is it we're doing again? Because, I'm pretty sure we can get arrested for this." I asked as Stiles pulled up to the bus parking lot at the school. It was late in the evening and for some reason Scott and Stiles forced me to tag along with them on yet another illegal activity.

Scott sighed, "I'm going to do what Derek said--"

"Whoa whoa whoa, hold up," I nearly shouted as I forced myself in between the two of them in the front seat, "you went and saw Derek? Scott that was a terrible idea!"

"Just stay in the car and keep watch," Scott instructed me before he climbed out of the jeep. Stiles clambered out after him, leaving me alone in dead silence. I let out a sigh as I climbed over the center console and positioned myself in the front passenger seat. I can't very well keep watch from the backseat now can I?

I watched Stiles and my brother have what appeared to be a pretty heated conversation by the fence that sealed off the school parking lot, moments later Stiles huffed and began to stomp back towards the jeep with a scowl planted firmly on his face. Scott scaled the fence and then hopped over, making his way towards the bus. Stiles flung his door open and plopped down on his seat, angrily biting his thumb nail. I sat in the awkward silence while I watched Scott get in the bus.

The fact that the last conversation I had with Stiles consisted of him calling me beautiful and then me running off at the first chance I got, was hanging over the two of us like a dark cloud. The awkward tension in the jeep was unsettling and I didn't really know what to do with myself. I was afraid to speak because I had no idea what I even wanted to say to him, nor was he giving me the impression that he wanted to speak with me at the moment.

"Did he tell you that he was going to see Derek?" I asked hesitantly, testing the waters on the whole having a conversation thing.

He turned to face me in slight confusion, "Huh? Oh, yeah he mentioned it before I picked him up."

It hurt my heart a little to know that Scott had told Stiles this information, yet he failed to mention it to me. I'm his sister for crying out loud, he should have came to me about speaking to Derek before he went to Stiles.

"Oh," was all I managed to say in response.

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat and glanced out the windshield to check on Scott. I couldn't see him, due to the darkness and the lack of lighting in the parking lot. I knew he was on the bus still, because he wasn't making his way towards the jeep. I have no idea what he's even supposed to be doing in there, but he better make it quick before something goes wrong and we get in trouble.

"Are you okay?" Stiles asked, breaking the silence yet again.

I nodded once, "Yeah."

"You sure? You weren't all that okay at lunch earlier." he stated with a raised brow.

He was right; I wasn't okay earlier. I was fighting off the urge to panic because I had been placed in an uncomfortable situation. Normally, I can come off confident and bubbly... but today at lunch, I just couldn't. All of the uneasiness and peer pressure from being a high school student hit me at once and I couldn't fight it off.

I sighed in exasperation, "I'm okay now, it was just nerves from everything that's been going on lately."

"Kasey," he said softly, "you know, if you're feeling down again you need to go to your mom."

The direction that this conversation was going was making me uncomfortable, "Can we talk about something else, please?"

Stiles sighed, "I like your hair today... you straightened it... it looks nice."

"Thanks," I smiled faintly at his compliment.

He normally doesn't give me this many compliments in a day, well at least sincere ones. He always jokes about being in love with me and marrying me and things of that nature, but very rarely do I ever feel that his compliments and sweet words are genuine.

Stiles groaned and pressed his head back on his headrest, "Kasey listen, there's something I need to tell you and--"

"Oh no! Stiles!" I shrieked as I pointed at the bus, there was someone approaching it with a flashlight in his hands and Scott was still in there. This is exactly what I meant by something was going to end up going wrong.

Stiles sat up quickly and started to honk his horn repeatedly, I climbed back into the backseat just in time as Scott jumped into the jeep. Obviously, his werewolf reflexes had came in handy because he managed to get from the bus, over the fence and in the jeep in under five seconds.

"GO GO!" he shouted in a panic. Stiles threw the jeep in reverse and pressed down on the gas, the force from the intensity of the gas had me flying around the backseat. I had just managed to sit up as Stiles floored the jeep and sped out of the parking lot.

"Did it work? Whatever it was that Derek wanted you to do?" I asked quickly as I leaned forward, so I could be a more active participant in their conversation.

He nodded, "Yeah. I was there last night, and the blood-- a lot of it was mine."

"So you did attack him?" Stiles asked in confusion.

"No! I--I saw glowing eyes on the bus, but they weren't mine... it was Derek." Scott explained. How does he know that it was Derek? Is Derek the only other werewolf in Beacon Hills... that seems highly unlikely to me for some reason, but if Scott says that it was Derek, I'm not going to doubt him.

"So what about the driver?" Stiles pressed further, Scott's newly found information wasn't making the situation any less confusing for us.

"I think I was trying to protect him.." Scott said, his voice taking a tone of uncertainty.

Stiles groaned, "Why the hell would he want you to remember that he attacked the driver? That makes no sense whatsoever."

"That's what I don't get!" Scott complained.

I sat back in my seat fully and rubbed at my eyes, "Maybe it's a pack thing?"

"What?" Scott asked as he turned to face me.

"I don't know, maybe it's like.... an initiation thing? Like you have to do the first kill together or something." I shrugged as I buckled my seat belt in to place.

He scoffed, "Yeah because ripping someone's throat out is a real bonding experience."

"Yeah, but you didn't do it, which means your not a killer, and it also means--" Stiles began to speak but Scott cut him off, "That I can go out with Allison."

Stiles shrugged awkwardly, "Well I was going to say that it means you wont kill me or Kasey."

"Oh yeah, that too." Scott agreed. He only has a one track mind, I swear. He's more worried about going on a date with Allison than not ripping Stiles and I apart. He's the definition of an idiot.

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Hello everyone! Sorry this update took a bit longer, I've been busy! Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed it. There was a little #Stasey going on and I love it, Stiles and Kasey's relationship is about to start blooming everyone, wooo. Next chapter is going to be awesomeee. It may be posted tonight, I'm not sure! But it will be a lot shorter since I didn't have Kasey go on the date and a lot of this episode is the date... so yeah.

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