Chapter Thirteen

        Highway to Hell

        Shay was no where near ready to wake up but a rapid shaking on her leg. Slowly, he eye lids fluttered open as the pair adjusted to the sunlight. She turned her head to the right, still on Stiles' shoulder, to see his face literally inches away from Shay's. The blonde tried not to freak out over how insanely close their two faces were and how she could vividly feel his breath. Stiles had this look on his face, like he was realizing the same thing but his eyes were wide yet concentrated.

        If only I could feel those lips, Shay thought yet did not acted. It was a surprising thought to say the least, abrupt and sudden, and she was shocked that a thought like that would pop into her head. Not wanting this astounded sensual moment to turn into some awkward thing, Shay yawned and moved her head away. Her blonde hair was a tad bit ruffled and she still looked sleepy but in Stiles' head that made her look even more adorable.

        Stiles cleared his throat, "Boyd was about to attack Ethan."

        "What?" Shay questioned as she glanced over at Boyd. But walking back to Stiles and Shay was Scott, who still looked weak, but Boyd now looked clam and collected.

        As Scott slide around Shay and Stiles, going back to leaning against the window, Stiles mumbled, glancing cautiously at both Boyd and Ethan, "Crisis adverted?"

        Scott nodded but Stiles was not done expressing his worries to Scott, "Okay, good. 'Cause we got another problem. Ethan keeps checking his phone, like, every five minutes. It's like he's waiting for something, you know, like, a message or a signal of some kind. I don't know, something evil though, I can tell. I have a very perceptive eye for evil, but you know that."

        Shay scoffed, "Ethan isn't evil. I honestly doubt he is doing anything remotely evil especially since he is sitting right next to Danny."

        "Well, you always see the good in people" He mumbled before looking over at her, "You never think anyone is ever truly bad"

        No words left Shay's mouth, just this conclusion that Stiles had been paying attention to her decisions and comments for a long time. It was true though; Shay had this hypothesis that no one was ever truly evil or have no humanity. Something makes them do bad things, something corrupts them. Breaks them down and makes them snap. Every bad person had some good inside, deep down.

        "I don't like him sitting with Danny."

        "Yeah neither do I."

        Shay disagreed, having this pit on her stomach that Ethan wouldn't hurt Danny. But before she could voice her opinion, Stiles pulled out his phone. Shay looked up at him, "Stiles, what are you doing?"

        He huffed, "Going to ask."

        Shay looked over at Danny, who was looking down at his own phone. Then he turned his head and look at Stiles. Danny looked at Stiles as if he was the most stupidest person in the world before shaking his head and mouthing no.

        But that didn't stop Stiles. He asked again but got the same reply from Danny. No. Stiles' jaw clench with anger as he quickly tapped on his phone. Shay peered over Stiles' shoulder to see what Danny replied:

        No! I actually like this guy, what is wrong with you?

        Danny rolled his eyes at the screen of his phone before tucking it away in his back pocket while Stiles was having a mini spatz attack. That is when Stiles' fingers went to work on the digital keyboard on his Nokia phone

        Ding!

        Ding!

        Ding!

        Ding!

        Ding!

        Ding!

        Ding!

        Ding!

        Ding!

        Ding!

        Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!

        Finally, Danny was fed up with the constant annoyed texts that Stiles was sending and leaned over to Ethan, speaking to him. After a few seconds, Ethan whipped his head around to look at the three teenagers in the back. Quickly, Stiles, Scott, and Shay ducked down into their seats; attempting to hide away from Ethan's stare.

        "Well, that wasn't very subtle." Stiles grunted.

        Slowly as the three of them rose up, Stiles's phone binged. Shay peered over his shoulder and saw Danny's text that said, "Someone close to him is sick. Might not make it through the night."

        She turned to Scott, "Ennis?"

        "Okay, so does that mean, uh..."

        "He's not dead." Scott said sternly.

        "Not yet." Shay whispered.

        "Jared, I'm warning you. I'm an empathetic vomiter. You throw up, I'm gonna throw up right back on you. And it will be profoundly disgusting." Coach said to the ill Jared before turning back to the rest of his students who sat in a bus, uncomfortably, "Now the rest of you, don't think we're gonna miss this meet because of a slight traffic jam, a minor tornado warning, Jared. We're gonna make this thing. Nothing is gonna stop us! Stilinski, put your hand down."

        Stiles put his hand down but continued none the less, "You know, there's, like, a food exit about a half a mile up. I don't know if we stop and then maybe..."

        "We're not gonna stop." Coach snapped, his eyes wide and frantic.

        "But if we stop-"

        Coach blew his whistle, "Stilinski! Shut it! Seriously! It's a little bus! Stop asking me questions!"

        Shailene reached up and cupped her hand to her mouth, trying to stop laughing. Stiles slouched into the seat before mumbling, "I hate him."

        "Did you call Deaton?" Shay asked Scott calmly.

        "I keep getting his voice mail." He answered, pain mixing into his voice.

        "That's it. I'm calling Lydia and Allison." Stiles announced before taking out his phone from his back pocket, again.

        Shay's brows scrunched up together, "What are they gonna do? There all the back in Beacon Hills."

        "They're not. They've been following us for hours." Stiles said before glancing behind him, "Pathetic."

        Stiles pressed his phone to his ear before talking, "I know you guys are right behind us. Put me on speaker."

        "Alright listen, Scott isn't healing." Stiles said. A few seconds later he spoke again, "No, he's not healing. I think he's actually getting worse. The blood's turning, like, a black color. W... What's wrong with him? What's wrong with him? I don't... do I have a PhD in lycanthropy? How am I supposed to know that?"

        "Yeah, I've been trying." Stiles said and Shay listened in closely to hear Allison say, "Well, reason with him."

        "Reason with him! Have you met this guy?" Stiles yelped, trying to keep his calm down before he ends up exploding.

        "Just try something." Shay heard Allison say before angrily hanging up. Stiles nervously gulped before standing up from the seat and walking over to Coach.

        "This isn't going to end well." Shay softly whispered to herself, watching the whole charade play out in front of her.

        "Coach, it's five minutes for a bathroom break, okay? We've been on this thing for, like, three hours..." Stiles angrily fumed.

        Tweeeet!

        Coach had blown his window, causing Stiles's jaw to clench in fury, "It's 60 miles to the next rest stop.."

        Tweeeet!

        "Being cooped up for hours is not good..."

        Tweeeet!

        "You know, our bladders aren't exactly... "

        Tweeeet!

        "Coach, this is..!"

        Tweeeet!

        "Can you..."

        Tweeeet!

        "Please... "

        Tweeeet!

        "Let me talk!"

        Tweeeet!

        "I'm... "

        Tweeeet!

        "Every time..."

        Tweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet!

        At this point, Stiles whole body was trembling with anger and his hands angrily clenched onto the leather of the bus seats. Coach finally stopped whistle but continued to yell, "Get back to your seat, Stilinski!"

        "OKAY!" Stiles shouted with hate before he spun around to walk back to his seat. Infuriating and a passionate fury clouded his eyes. Coach Finstock pushed him beyond whatever limit Stiles could hold.

        "Jared, keep your eyes on the horizon." Coach Finstock muttered before walking back up to the front of the bus. Stiles stopped, once an idea popped into his head. Shay watched cautiously of Stiles, not liking the mischievous gleam that found its way into Stiles' eyes. Stiles quickly walked towards Jared's seat and sat next to him.

        "Oh boy..." She murmured with wide eyes.

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        "Jared, you suck! Hey, somebody grab some towels or a mop or a new bus." Coach shouted from his head sticking out of the bus window, spraying Freebez in the air. It took a couple of minutes for Stiles to make Jared hurl his entire guts in the bus, causing the bus driver to pull over at this rest top.

        Stiles and Allison quickly helped a very sick Scott into one of the empty restrooms with Shay and Lydia following right behind. Once they walked into the restrooms, Allison helped slide Scott down the wall and in between two sinks. Scott grunted as Allison was bent down and lifting up his shirt.

        The wound was getting worse and worse by the second. Three long and deep cuts ran across the left side of his chest. Veins were sticking out and the blood was a black and seeping through. Shay looked away for a moment, too disgusted by the sight.

        "Oh my god." Allison gasped before dropping his shirt, "Why didn't you tell us?

         Scott tried to smile but was too weak, "Sorry."

        "Okay. Just give us a second, okay?" Allison choked, already starting to tear up. She stood up and joined the others, "This shouldn't be happening. I've seen him heal from worse than this."

        "Okay, what do we do then? Do we just call an ambulance?" Stiles asked, his concern for his friend growing more and more by the anxious to save him.

        "What if it's too late? What if they can't help?" Shay worried.

        "We have to do something!" Stiles exclaimed.

        "You know, it could be psychological." Lydia suggested, the thought suddenly coming into mind.

        "What do you mean, like, psychosomatic?" Shay questioned her, the wariness acting like an impact that wouldn't weigh off her chest. The realization that her best friend could die in merely minutes was like a ton of bricks. Honestly, this could lead to an anxiety attack. Dizziness and the problem of steady breathing was already consuming Shay but she was too stubborn to take a minute to clam down.

        "Somatoformic"

        The confusion that was vivid on Stiles and Shay's face made Lydia sigh in annoyance, "A physical illness from a psychogenic cause. Yes, it's all in his head."

        "So what do we do?"

        Lydia reached into her purse and grabbed a sewing needle along with some string, "We stitch him up." Examining all the hesitant faces from the three others, she continued, "I'm serious. Maybe all he needs to do is just believe it's healing."

        Shay watched from across the room the flame of Allison's lighter. Allison placed the needle on the fiery flame, making the metal turn boiling hot. Stiles placed a bunch of paper towels on the ground before standing up. Allison glanced at Stiles, "He's gonna need another shirt. Where's his bag?"

        "I'll go get it, I hate needles anyway." But before Stiles left, he questioned Allison further, "Um, you sure you know what you are doing?"

        Allison looked back at him, determination planted on her face, 'Yeah, my father taught me."

        "I mean, how fast are you gonna... I mean, the bus, like, the bus could leave. Well, you just make sure it doesn't leave." Stiles rambled.

        "Alright then make sure it doesn't" Allison replied, her concern only focused on Scott.

        "We can help." Lydia said as she grabbed onto Shay and Stiles's wrists, dragging them out of the restroom. The three rushed out the the restroom and outside, seeing all the students waiting for the time to go.

        As Shay walked towards Isaac, wanting to inform him on Scott's current state of illness, she stopped dead in her tracks once she spotted a raven. The raven flew down out of nowhere, landing on a tree branch that stuck out. Its claws wrapped around the brown branch before letting out a call. With the anxiety building within her and the raven that landed there, mocking her with the thought of death. It all became too much.

        Her breath hitched and it was like a rubber band was wrapped tight around her lungs. Heat surrounded her and suddenly her head became clouded with dizziness.

        "Shay?" She heard stiles say from behind but she couldn't respond.

        Darkness wrapped around with and with a thud, her body lied helpless on the ground.

        The rumbling on a engine woke Shay up. Slowly, her eye lids fluttered opened and everything came clear. She was resting her head on the bus window, with a slight headache. Stiles, who was sitting right next to her, sighed in relief that she was okay.

        "Hey there." He said softly, smiling. "You okay?"

        "Yeah, just a headache, that's all." Shay giggled, "What happened?"

        "You fainted. I guess the sight of seeing Scott like that freaked you out." Stiles continued, "I carried you to the bus."

        "Ah, my night in shining armour." Shay chuckled, "Thank you."

        "All right. Let's go over this one more time. So it's the sacrifices, right? Everything has to do with them and someone who thinks he's, like, a dark druid of some kind."

        "Or actually is a dark druid."

        "A Darah." Stiles slowly said.

        "You know... Some ancient cultures sacrificed people in preparation for battle." Shay recited, remembering hearing that in a History lesson one time.

        "So we got Alpha werewolves against a dark druid." Stiles tried to process that in his mind. The thought of a dark druid and a pack of alphas going against each other was new and a tad bit weird to understand.

        Shay nodded. For moments, they sat in silence. Stiles scooted closer to Shay and turned his head to look at her, no expression but just looking at the corners of her eyes. Shay glanced at him and blushed, "Why are you staring?"

        He shrugged, unfazed, "No reason, it's just...I never noticed how dark the green in your eyes are."

        "That a bad thing?"

        "No, course not. You looked...really pretty." Stiles said, a crooked smile tugging on his lips.

        Shay blushed enormously, realizing something else that happened right in this moment. This small and meaningless crush that shay had some-how developed for Stiles was much more than a crush.

        I freaking hated writing this chapter, it was so dreadful. i wanted this episode to be done and over with so...this is all you are getting.

        By the way, I have a ask.fm where you can ask "Shay" questions so please check it out.

~ ~ ~ Monrox (Kate)