I sat in the passenger seat of Roscoe, Stiles shifting the gear and causing the Jeep to lurch for a moment, which made Scott hit the back of his head on the window as he sat behind us. He gasped from the shock, groaning and rubbed his head.

"Stiles!" Scott yelled as his friend sucked in a breath.

"Sorry. The Jeep's been acting up again." He apologized, turning to look back at his friend with an apologetic smile.

"Why not get a job to save up for repairs?" I asked, and Stiles laughed, shaking his head.

"With how much shit has been going on these last few months, I don't think I'll ever have time for a job. My duct tape will do just fine for now. Oh, and my allowance." He smiled, looking in the mirror to see Scott staring down at his phone. "Allison?"

Her name causes Scott to look up quickly, and he shook his head. "No... we agreed to give each other the summer. No texts... no calls.."

"I literally saw you trying to text her yesterday and you chickened out." I commented, and Scott glared at me.

"So then how do you know she won't be back at school then?" Stiles asked, and Scott shrugged.

"After everything that happened, I'm not sure she's coming back at all." I clicked my tongue in disappointment, mainly because I was upset that Scott thought Allison wouldn't be coming back.

"Don't think like that Scott. I don't think Chris would dream of leaving Beacon Hills for a while. I might be wrong though, so don't quote me on that." Stiles pulled up to a red light as a little blue car came to a halt next to us. I frowned in confusion on why they were also out so late, turning my head to look at them.

My eyes widened in shock and I snapped my neck to look straight ahead, stiles raisins brow. "What's wro— oh."

Scott looked up from his phone and peered out the window, Allison and him making eye contact, the two quickly farting their eyes away. "Oh my god. Can we drive, please Stiles?" Scott asked and his friend frowned, staring at the light.

"It's a red light." He stated the obvious, and I slapped his arm gently.

"Ow! Hey look. I think we should just talk to her." Scott started making several horrified noises as Stiles leaned over me and rolled down the window, a wide smile on his face.

"Hey!" Stiles called out, Lydia and Allison refusing to look over. "Y'know they probably don't see u-"

Lydia ignored the red light and sped off, Stiles frowning as the light turned green, following after them.

"What are you doing?!" Scott asked as stiles turned to look at him.

"Driving?"

"We aren't stalking them, Scott. This is the only road for the next... mile. No turns. No nothin'." I commented and Scott groaned in disappointment.

"We're right behind them !" He begged, Stiles laughing.

"Well what do you want me to do, Scott? Slam on the breaks and wait for them to be out of sight?" He asked, Scott, stiles and I all looking at one another, though Scott actually seemed to want him to stop.

Stiles frowned and stepped on the breaks, the three of us watching as Lydia's car drove further away. And then stopped as well.

"Well what the hell are they doing?" I muttered, Scott leaning forward, smelling the air.

"Dean... do you smell that?" He whispered and I frowned, sniffing the air quietly. I paused, raising a brow.

"Fear?" I questioned, the three of us then yelling as a loud crash came from in front of us.

"Oh shit—" stiles and I jumped out of the Jeep quickly, Scott following us to Lydia's car. I froze in my spot when I saw what had caused the noise, staring at the deer that rammed head first into the windshield.

"What the hell?" I mumbled, running over to the driver's side and helping Lydia out. The smell of fear had become so bad that I had to choke back a gag, turning away from the deer.

"Are you okay?" I asked, holding Lydia's shoulders. Her eyes were wide with horror, looking over at the deer.

"It came out of nowhere..." she whispered, and Stiles walked in front of the car, examining  the deer.

"That wasn't the question I asked." I replied, and she looked back at me.

"It ran right into us." She continued as I brought her into a comforting hug, Scott joining stiles in examining the deer.

"Are you at least okay?" I asked and Lydia removed herself from the hug, shaking her head.

"Well, I'm not okay. I am totally freaking out. How the hell does it just run into us? I saw its eyes right before it hit us. It was like it... it was like it was crazy." She scoffed a fearful laugh, and Scott shook his head.

"No. It was scared... actually— it was terrified."