𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍
( chapter five )
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"𝐖𝐎𝐀𝐇." Celia stared at the school bus that was covered in blood and the back door was broken off. "What the fuck?"

"I know. Wonder what happened." Ayla said, gripping the straps of her bag tighter. Scott didn't do that... right?

"Attention, students, this is your principal." Came over the loud speakers. "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. Thank you."

Everyone groaned. As they passed Scott and Allison, Ayla said hi before moving off to her locker. "Hey, Erica." Ayla smiled at the girl as she grabbed her books.

Erica stopped, looking shocked, "Hey me?"

The corner of Ayla's mouth flitted up, "Yeah. You have Chem, right?" Erica nodded. "Great! So do I. Can we walk together?" Erica nodded again and they walked to Chemistry.

Erica sat down next to her partner and Ayla sat down in front of Scott. Her partner, Isaac wasn't here today so she'd have to struggle alone. She heard Scott whisper to Stiles behind him, "maybe it was my blood on the door."

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

Ayla frowned at this, as Scott asked, "and did what?"

"Ate it."

"Raw?" He sounded shocked.

"No, you stopped to bake it in a little werewolf oven." Stiles sassed. They don't know how to whisper, Ayla thought as she turned around to face them. "I don't know, you're the one who can't remember anything."

"Maybe it wasn't-" Ayla started before their stupid teacher, Mr. Harris, interrupted.

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

"No." Stiles whined.

He pointed at them to go to different spots. Ayla rolled her eyes, of course he sat Stiles next to her. Stiles plopped into the seat beside her, dropping his stuff onto the table. She jumped as someone yelled, "hey I think I found something!" Everyone ran to the window to see.

Someone was being wheeled to an ambulance on a stretcher. "That's not a rabbit." Scott muttered to Stiles.

"No shit." Ayla whispered.

The guy sat up, yelling and everyone screamed and jumped back from the window. "Okay." Stiles said. "This is good, this is good." He went over to Scott who had walked backwards. "He's not dead, he got up. Dead guys can't do that."

"Stiles." Scott looked at him. "I did that."

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"Yeah, and then the guy just sat up." Ayla described to Celia as they sat down at their usual table for lunch. She was about to say something snarky about Mr. Harris, when Scott and Stiles sat down at their table. Ayla looked them up and down, inclining her head in question.

"Someone took our table." Scott said, sheepishly as Stiles sat down a couple seats away. Scott joined him and they continued talking.

Ayla gave Celia a look screaming, can you believe this guy? Celia waved her off and continued to eat her carrots.

"Something happened last night and I can't remember what." Scott fretted.

"What makes you so sure that Derek even has all the answers?" Stiles asked.

"Derek? As in Derek Hale?" Ayla said, leaning over.

"Why do you keep butting into my conversations?" Stiles asked her as Scott continued.

"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 whispered, quickly looking at Celia, who was texting someone, not even listening.

"You don't know that." Stiles said.

"I don't not know it. I can't go out with Allison. I have to cancel." Scott told him.

"No, you're not cancelling, okay?" Stiles demanded. "You can't just cancel your entire life. We'll figure it out."

"Yeah, Scott, maybe it wasn't-" Ayla cut herself off as Lydia put her tray down on the table. Why was everyone sitting here today? Of all the tables, they choose this one.

"Wasn't who?" Lydia smiled as if she sat here everyday.

"Uh-" Scott thought of something. "Wasn't Ayla's uncle who... hid her headphones."

"Yeah." Stiles laughed nervously.

"Why is she sitting with us?" Ayla asked, not even bothering to whisper. Scott and Stiles shrugged as Celia got up, saying she was going to the bathroom... but she took her tray. "No— Celia, don't leave- oh my god." She sighed as she caught sight of James waiting for Celia. "Ew."

"Get up." Jackson spoke to the guy at the head of the table.

He sighed, "how come you never ask Danny to get up?"

"'Cause I don't stare at his girlfriend's coin slot." Danny replied. The guy got up and sat down next to Ayla who moved her chair away from him. "So, I hear they're saying it's some type of animal attack." Danny took a bite of his apple, referring to the bus and the almost dead guy. "Probably a cougar."

"I heard mountain lion." Jackson said.

"A cougar is a mountain lion." Lydia said, absentmindedly. She looked up and saw Jackson's confused look before saying, "isn't it?"

"Who cares?" Jackson shrugged. "The guys probably some homeless tweaked who's gonna die anyway."

Ayla rolled her eyes and Stiles spoke up, "actually, I just found out who it is. Check it out." He held out his phone and it played a video of a reporter saying, "the sheriff's department won't speculate on details of the incident but confirmed the victim, Garrison Meyers, did survive the attack. Meyers was taken to a local hospital where he remains in critical condition."

"I know this guy." Scott stammered.

"You do?" Allison asked.

"Yeah, when I used to take the bus, back when I lived with my dad. He was the driver."

"Can we talk about something slightly more fun, please? Like... where are we going tomorrow night?" Lydia asked. Everyone looked at her. "You said you and Scott were hanging out tomorrow night, right?" She asked Allison,

She blinked, "Um, we were thinking of what we were gonna do."

"Well," Lydia smiled, "I am not sitting at home again watching lacrosse videos, so if the four of us are hanging out, we are doing something fun."

"Hanging out?" Scott stuttered and Allison shrugged, apologetically. "Like the four of us?" Stiles shook his head and covered his mouth. "Do you wanna hang out, like us and them?"

Allison hesitated, "yeah, I guess. It sounds fun."

"You know what else sounds fun?" Jackson asked, picking up a fork. "Stabbing myself in the face with this fork."

"You'd be doing us all a favour." Ayla mumbled under her breath as she straightened up. Scott snorted but played it off as a cough.

Lydia gasped, "how about bowling? You love to bowl."

"Yeah, with actual competition." Jackson replied, rolling his eyes.

Allison leaned forward, "how do you know we're not actual competition? You can bowl, right?" She asked her boyfriend.

"Sort of..."

"Is it sort of or yes?" Jackson asked, frowning condescendingly.

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

"Oh my god."

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Fun Fact: Ayla plays drums, guitar and a bit of bass. Is there anything this girl can't do?