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chapter three - "I'm gunna to put one of those stupid animal lease on him."

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"So you killed her?" Both teens asked as Stiles held the door open for Melanie and Scott. "I don't know, I just woke up. And I was sweating like crazy, and I couldn't breathe. I woke up like that before." He explained as they walked down the hallway.

"Really? I have.." Both trailed off getting uncomfortable with saying the same thing.

"Mine usually ends a little differently." Stiles said changing the subject.

"Ew! You are getting too comfortable around me." Mel remarked making a face of disgust.

"A) I meant I've never had a dream that felt that real, and B) Never give me that much detail about you in bed again." Scott said as she nodded her head seconding that. "Noted." He said before sighing lightly, "Let me take a guess here." Scott quickly stopped him, "No, 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."

"No, of course not." She dismissed, "We were also thinking about her liver, her heart, her stomach." She said getting a concerning look from the two, which only made her break out into a wide smile at his expression. "Look, just be you adorable loving self and she will love you."

"Mel's right, 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." The hyper teen said in agreement.

"Yeah, not a class, but maybe a teacher."

"You forgetting the part where you got him tossed in jail?"

"Yeah, I know, but chasing her, dragging her to the back of the bus, it felt so real." He said cutting him off.

"How real?" She muttered fixing her pony tail.

"Like it actually happened." He muttered as they waked outside and stopped in their tracks seeing cops tapping off the bus. The back door was bent and half way off it's hinges and blood was spattered everywhere. "I think it did." Stiles said as they both stood speechless.

"She's probably fine," He insisted as they started back down the hallway trying to figure out if Allison was actually dead or not.

"She's not answering my texts, Stiles." He said starting to freak out.

"It could just be a coincidence, all right? A seriously amazing coincidence." He said trying to help but it didn't. "Just help me find her, okay?" He said as Melanie grabbed his arm, pulling him to face her. "We will help you but you need to breath because you look like your about to pass out. She's gunna be fine, okay?"

"Do you see her?" He asked fractionally looking around the hall as they walked after breaking from her hold.

"No." Both said as he kept looking around.

The two looked away for a moment and he was gone, "I swear I'll put a lease on him." She threatened as the two continued down the hall.

"Attention, students, this is your principal. I know you're all wondering about the incident that occurred last night to one of our buses." The intercom started to announce as they stopped and started at the p.a. system. "While the police work to determine what happened, classes will proceed as scheduled." They head a lot of groans and sighs from that. "Yay," She remarked sarcastically before turning to the hyper Stilinski hooking his arm through hers, "Come on we're gunna be late for Harris class." She muttered walking off to class knowing Scott would tell them everything when they meet back up.

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"Maybe it was my blood on the door." Scott said turning to the two sitting behind him.

"Why would it be your blood?" She questioned in a whisper.

"Could have been animal blood. You know, maybe you caught a rabbit or something." He suggested as both gave him a confused look, "And did what?" He asked as she quickly leaned forward, "Or something? The hell does that mean?"

"Ate it," He said like it wasn't a big deal. "Raw?"

"No, you brought a little werewolf easy bake oven with you. I don't know, you're the one who can't remember anything." He pointed out.

"Mr. Stilinski, if that's your idea of a hushed whisper, you might want to pull the headphones out every once and a while. I think you and Mr. McCall would benefit from a little distance, yes?" Mr. Harris suggested. "No," Stiles muttered but he pointed for Scott to move to another seat. "Let me know if the separation anxiety gets to be too much. And maybe I'll give you Ms. Meri," He said making all of them scoff.

"Hey, I think they found something." A girl called as everyone rushed to the window to see what the cops found. Two paramedics started pushing a stretcher with a body bag on it into an ambulance. "That's not a rabbit." Scott said glancing at the twins next to him. The dude yelled suddenly sitting up making everyone scream and jump back. "Okay,"

"Now that isn't normally. But is oddly a good thing." She muttered looking up at Scott who was backing up. "A very good thing."

"This is good, this good. He got up he's not dead. Dead guys can't do that," Stiles tried to reason as both stood on either side of him.

"Stiles... I did that."

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"But dreams aren't memories." The mermaid protested walking in-between the two to with their lunch. "I mean sleep walking may be one thing but your mom would have heard you."

"Then it wasn't a dream. Something happened last night, and I can't remember what." He said as they set their stuff down. "What makes you so sure that Derek even has all the answers?" Stiles asked sitting next to the Meri.

"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."

"You don't know that." She quickly protested.

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

"No, you're not cancelling, okay? You can't just cancel your entire life. We'll figure it out." Stiles said as she nodded, opening her mouth to say something but quickly shutting it seeing Lydia walking up and seating her tray down next to Scott, "Figure what out?"

"Just, uh, homework." Scott quickly lied and both nodded, "Yeah."

"Why is she sitting with us?" Stiles asked in a whisper leaning forward as Scott shrugged as more random people sat next to them. But it wasn't all that bad because Allison sat next to Scott which was luckily in front of Nell. "Thanks," She said after seeing him quickly move his stuff. The mermaid scooted her chair closer to Stiles.

"So I hear that it was some type of animal attack. Probably a cougar." Danny said making Melanie's attention return to them seeing Jackson had joined them as well.

"I heard mountain lion." Jackson added.

"A cougar is a mountain lion." Lydia quickly corrected making Jackson raise a brow, "Isn't it?"

"Who cares?"

"Vet's, Animal Control worker's, people in the Biology field." Melanie started to list off before sticking a piece of grapefruit into her mouth. "Whatever the guy's probably some homeless tweaker who's gonna die anyway."

"Actually, I just found out who it is. Check it out." The Stilinski teen said holding it phone as everyone crowded around it.

"The Sheriff's Department won't speculate on details of the incident but confirmed the victim, Garrison Meyers, did survive that attack. Meyers was taken to a local hospital where he remains in critical condition."

"I know this guy." Scott said as she shook her head, "Nope, no you don't." She quickly dismissed.

"You do?"

"Yeah, when I used to take the bus back when I lived with my dad. He was the driver." He said as Mel and Stiles looked at each other.

"Can we talk about something slightly more fun, please?" Lydia suggested changing the subject. "Like, oh, where are we going tomorrow night?" She asked turning to Scott and Allison.

"Tomorrow night?"

"You said you and Scott were hanging out tomorrow night, right?" She asked catching them off guard. "Um, we were thinking of what we were gonna do."

"Well, I am not sitting home again watching lacrosse videos, so if the four of us are hanging out, we are doing something fun." She said as Mel bit her cheek almost spilling her water over herself which would end up with running to the bathroom. "Hanging out?" He asked turning towards Allison. "Like, the four of us?"

She glanced over seeing Stiles face matching hers as they listened to the conversation. "Do you wanna hang out, like us and them?"

"Yeah, I guess. Sounds fun,"

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

"Please do," The mermaid muttered a loud before taking a sip of her water seeing everyone looking at her, "I said that out loud? Oh no,"

Lydia turned to Jackson, "How about bowling? You love to bowl." She offered as both brunettes quickly looked at each other knowing that Scott was absolutely terrible at bowling. "Yeah, with actual competition."

"How do you know we're not actual competition?" Allison asked leaning towards Scoot, "You can bowl, right?"

Both teens looked at each other slightly answer the question, no.

"Sort of,"

"Is it sort of, or yes?" Jackson challenged sitting forward looking him straight in the eyes. "Yes. In fact, I'm a great bowler."

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"You're a terrible bowler." Both pointed out as they walked down the stairs. "I know! I'm such an idiot."

"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 explained.

"Hang out,"

"You don't hang out with hot girls, okay? Okay, it's like death." Stiles had started to ramble off again. "Once it's hanging out, you might as well be her gay best friend. You and Danny can start hanging out."

Melanie hit his shoulder, "Ow," he whined holding it before realizing what he did. "Of course you're hot Mel. You're the hottest girl we know."

"Smooth, real smooth."

"How is this happening? I either killed a guy or I didn't." Scott said changing the topic off the two's bickering. She tiled her head to side fixing the strap of her bag, "That's the million dollar question Alex,"

"I don't think Danny likes me very much," The Stilinski teen clearly not focusing on the conversation at hand.

"I ask Allison on date, and now we're hanging out."

"I mean it could be worse, she could just see you as a brother."

"Am I not attractive to gay guys?"

"I make first line, and the team captain wants to destroy me, and now -- now I'm gonna be late for work." Scott complained looking down at his phone seeing the time before walking off and leaving to two. "Wait, Scott, you didn't -- Am I attractive to gay guy -- You didn't answer my question." He gave up seeing he was to far away. He than turned to the mermaid looking defeated. "What do you say, huh?"

She squinted her eyes and tilted her head, "Depends on their type. I mean, if it's tall, pale, and clearly doesn't have an off switch than yes." She said with a small smile as he quickly rolled his eyes.

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"Hey no, just me someone has to keep watch."

"How come I'm always the guy keeping watch?" Stiles complained walking up to the fence and starting to climb it only for Scott to stop him. "Because theirs only 3 of us. Scott and I are faster than you and better at being quieter." Mel whispered back getting an eye roll in response. "Okay, why's it starting to feel like you're Batman and I'm Robin? I don't wanna be Robin all the time."

"Nobody's Batman and Robin any of the time."

"Not even some of the time?"

"Just stay here, both of you." He told them both as each of their faces fell. "Oh, my god!" He complained before she dragged him back to the jeep.

Both watched as Scott climbed over the gate and walked up to the bus. Stopping for a second before slowly walking up and pushing the door open and getting on.

"I'm not Robin if anything I'm Batman, he's Robin." Stiles rambled as the two got into the Jeep.

"Okay but what would that make me?" She asked turning around in the passenger seat so her back rested against the glove box. He opened his mouth but she quickly held her finger up. "And I swear if you say Harley Quinn I'll kill you." She said making him shut his mouth. "Wow. Nothing? And you call yourself a nerd. I was think Batgirl. Barbara Gordon's batgirl."

"Of course Barbara Gordon's batgirl."

"But of course if your Robin-"

"Hey!"

"-you can't be og, Dick Grayson, Robin because you know the whole love story aspect." She explained as he nodded along. "So you are definitely not a Damian or Jason. You're have to much of a puppy face. So, I would say Tim,"

"Okay, yeah, I can see that I mean he did figure out who Robin and Batman were-"

"Stiles," She said seeing a pair of headlights oncoming the turn.

"Although he was the 3rd Robin-"

"Stiles!" She yelled hitting his arm finally getting his attention. "We've gotta go!" She opened the her door before flying into the back seat as Stiles started laying on the horn as the two watched as Scott quickly ran out. He quickly hopped over the fence, jumping into the jeep. "Go! Go! Go! Go!"

Mel quickly pulled her seatbelt on herself as her back get slammed into the seat as Stiles started reversing out.

"Did it work? Did you remember?"

'Yeah, I wad there last night. And the blood-a lot of it was mine." He replied getting confused looks from both teens.

"So did you or did you not attack him?" She asked leaning forwards. "No. I saw glowing eyes in the bus, but they weren't mine. It was Derek." He answered.

Mel frowned, she knew about werewolves well as much her parents wanted her to know. She knew the different eye colors and what they meant, but Derek didn't seemed to be alpha. Or she didn't get that feeling from him.

"What about the driver?"

"I think it was actually trying to protect him."

"Wait, why would Derek help you remember that he attacked the driver?" Stiles as as the mermaid still didn't understand anything going on. "It's got to be a pack thing."

"What do you mean?" Both asked the pale teen in unison.

"Like an initiation. You do the kill together,"

"Right because this is very similar to a frat house or a fucking cult." She remarked crossing her legs. "Because when I first turned I had to fight a shark with a trident."

"Because ripping someone's throat out is real bonding experience?"

"Yeah, but you didn't do it. Which means you're not a killer." He said in almost a relief type tone. "Been telling you that one bub," She remarked from the back. "And it also means that..."

"I can go out with Allison."

"I was gonna say it means, you won't kill me or Melanie." He corrected making the giant puppy smile soften. "Oh, yeah. That too."

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It was now night, Scott was on his date with Allison and Stiles was at home. Melanie was home in her pool, swimming a few laps as Flounder tried keeping up with her. She kept looking up at her parents who sat on the side in the chairs both reading. "What is it seahorse?" Eric asked looking up from his book.

"It's just," She swam to the side closest to them crossing her arms over the edge and resting her chin on it. "You know how the bus driver got attacked the other night?"

They both scooted closer to the edge of their chairs, "Scott didn't have anything to do with it, did he?" Her mother questioned as her daughter quickly shook her head. "No, no, no, he said a wolf with red eyes did."

"An alpha isn't uncommon dear-"

"I know that, but he thinks, they both--him and Stiles--they think Derek Hale did it."

"Honey? Derek's an alpha?" Eric asked clearly confused. She thought about it for a moment before shaking her head. "Nope, not the last that I know of."

"Wait you know him?" Mel asked as her head pointed up.

"Of course, we knew his family. They had know about us, and us them for generations. But the Hale family helped us when we broke down on the side of the road when we were taking you home for the first time and it was pouring rain. We couldn't get wet because of, well you know, but they helped you and momma get home. While I and Lauren Hale waited on the tow truck to arrive."

"Oh," She said nodding her head taking in all the information just as her phone started to ring. "Can you-"

Her mom reach over and hand her phone to her trying her best not to get her hand wet. "Thank you, momma,"

Sighing at the contact number before answering it, "Yes?"

"My Dad just left for the Hospital."

"He's a Sherriff it's sometimes his job." She stated in a 'duh' tone pulling a part of her hair back.

"It's the bus driver. They said he succumbed to his wounds." Her face scrunched up in confusion, "Wait he's dead?"

"Who died?!" Both her parents asked concerned.

"The bus driver that got attacked."

"Oh," They said getting up and going inside to do something she couldn't see.

"You don't think it's Derek do you?" She asked remembering who they probably think it's going to be. "Well, I don't know. I'm on my way to Scott's right now. Hopefully he's back from his date with Alison." And with that bomb dropped he hung up. She set her phone to side of the pool, slowly making her way to the stairs and climbing up them. Trying to figure out what was happening. Scott said he saw red eye's, Derek wasn't an alpha according to her parents, and Scott's are yellow. So who's the owner of the red eyes?