𝙽𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚊'𝚜 𝙿𝙾𝚅

<<flashback>>

I throw my arms out in anger, watching as Kali flies backwards and hits the concrete wall with a thud.

"Is that all you've got, little girl?" She sneers.

I mutter an incantation under my breath, one that I've been practicing since day one. Kali screams in pain, grabbing her head and falling to her knees.

"What are you doing?!" She shrieks in agony.

"I'm giving you an aneurysm. Your blood vessels go pop, but you heal quickly...So, I do it over and over again" I smirk widely.

"Aah!" Kali roars.

All of a sudden, I'm knocked down and I turn my head to see my brother sprawled out next to me.

"Seriously, wolfie?" I huff.

"Shut up, witchie" He retorts.

I see him look up and his face goes pale, worrying me immensely. I look up at what he's looking and my heart drops as I watch Derek and Ennis fall off the landing.

Scott scrambles to his feet and I make a move to follow, but Kali had other plans. The female Alpha rips me off the ground with rage written all over her face.

"I'm going to kill you" She threatens me.

"Bring it on, bitch" I spit, throwing my fist at her face.

We throw punch after punch, pure anger and hatred building up inside each of us as the moments pass. Kali pushes me back and jumps, roundhouse kicking me. I turn, throwing my arms up to protect my face and a scream escapes my lips when I feel her claws tear through my skin.

She smirks widely and I look at her, my anger finally bubbling over. My eyes burn a bright pink and I clench my fists tightly.

"Phasmatos morsinus pyrox allum!" I chant and her knees buckle under her, her whole body hitting the ground.

The female Alpha lets out an almighty roar and I only chant louder.

<<end of flashback>>

"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 tells the boy with travel sickness and I shake my head.

"Please don't talk about throwing up. It's not good" Jared pleads.

"I might throw up on you just to make a point, Jared" Coach retorts.

"It's not good. It's not good" Jared whines.

"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!" Coach rants passionately and I snort as Stiles stands up, putting his hand up "Stilinski, put your hand down!"

"You know, there's, like, a food exit about half a mile up. I don't know if we stop and maybe traffic-" Stiles gets cut off.

"We're not gonna stop" Coach snaps.

"Okay, but if we stop-" Stiles is cut off once again.

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

"I hate him" Stiles grumbles, flopping back into his seat "Did you call Deaton?"

"I keep getting his voicemail" Scott sighs.

"Same here" I frown.

"That's it. I'm calling Lydia and Allison" Stiles huffs, pulling out his phone.

"How are they gonna help, back in Beacon Hills?" Scott asks.

"Oh, please" I scoff "They've been tailing this bus since we left the school"

"Pathetic" Stiles comments, his eyes on his phone.

"Hey, don't be mean" I scold him and he rolls his eyes, putting the call on speaker.

"Hey, Stiles. We're just about to walk into a movie. You know, the popcorn and-" Lydia is cut off by an annoyed Stiles.

"I know you guys are right behind us. Put me on speaker" He demands and I slap his arm, causing him to grumble out a 'please'.

"Okay" She accepts defeat, knowing they've been caught.

"Okay, look, Scott's still hurt" Stiles states.

"What do you mean still?" Allison asks "He's not healing?"

"No, he's not healing. I think he's actually getting worse. The blood's turning, like, a black colour" Stiles explains.

"What's wrong with him?" Lydia asks.

"What's wrong with him? I don't- Do I have a PhD in Lycanthropy? How am I supposed to know that?" Stiles sarcastically claps back.

"We need to get him off the bus" Allison declares.

"And take him where, a hospital?" Lydia retorts in disbelief.

"If he's dying, yeah" Allison snaps "Stiles, there's a rest area about a mile up. Tell the coach to pull over"

"Yeah, he's been trying" I speak up, leaning over the seat to check my brother's temperature and frowning deeply when I feel the heat radiating off his forehead.

"Well, reason with him" She suggests.

"Reason? Have you met this guy?" Stiles argues.

"Just try something" She orders.

Stiles hangs up and Scott groans in pain making us both look at him in worry. I jump out my seat and try to climb over Stiles to get to my brother, but the bus jerks and my eyes widen as I fall.

Stiles' hands grab my hips as I land in his lap, practically straddling the boy. Our faces are only inches apart and he gulps, looking at me in surprise. His eyes flicker to my lips and I snap out of the daze I was in, sitting up.

"Sorry" I mumble, climbing off his lap.

"I-It's fine" He stutters, letting go of his grip on my hips.

As his hands leave my body, I'm surprised by the fact I have to hold in a whine at the loss of his warmth.

"You should go talk to Coach" I tell the boy.

"You're right. I'm gonna go" He rushes out, jumping up and walking away.

I turn to my brother who looks at me with lazy smirk.

"Can you flirt with my best friend when I'm not right next to you in agonising pain?" He asks teasingly and I roll my eyes.

"Shut up. I was not flirting with Stiles" I scoff.

"You were all over him" Scott argues.

"I fell!" I groan and my brother chuckles, but grabs his side in pain "Come here, idiot"

I help him lay down, putting his head on my lap and running my fingers through his messy hair.

"If it makes you feel any better, I approve" Scott says, looking up at me.

"No, it doesn't make me feel better because I'm not into Stiles Stilinski" I huff in annoyance.

"Hey, I'm not judging" My brother grins in amusement.

"I hope not 'cause there's nothing to judge" I retort.

"Coach, it's five minutes for a bathroom break, okay? We've been on this thing for, like, three hours" I hear Stiles say and I look up as Coach blows his whistle in response.

"It's 60 miles to the next rest stop-" Coach loudly blows his whistle in Stiles' face.

"Being cooped up for hours is not good-"

whistle

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

whistle

"Coach, this is-"

whistle

"Can you-"

whistle

"Please-"

whistle

"Let me talk! I'm-"

whistle

"Every time-"

Coach blows his whistle as loud as possible for as long as he can while Stiles shakes in anger.

"Get back to your seat, Stilinski!" Coach demands.

"Okay!" Stiles barks back angrily before turning to come back to us.

"Jared, keep your eyes on the horizon" Coach tells the sickly boy and Stiles pauses, turning around.

Coach takes his seat and Stiles sits down next to Jared, making me groan.

"What's happening?" Scott asks in concern.

"Something profoundly disgusting" I quote Coach.