Pack Mentality

≡;- ꒰ °At Beacon Hills High School ꒱

୨⎯ "Your POV" ⎯୧

"So you killed her?" Stiles open the door for the three of us to enter.

"I don't know," Scott shrugs his shoulders. "I just woke up. And I was sweating like crazy, and I couldn't breathe. I've never had a dream where I woke up like that before."

"Really? I have," Stiles says, walking beside Scott. "Usually ends a little differently."

"We honestly didn't need to know that, Stiles," I give him a disgusted look.

"I meant I've never had a dream that felt that real," Scott says, walking through the halls, full of students talking with their peers.

"Let me take a guess here."

"No, I know," Scott cuts off Stiles, "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," Stiles denied it. Scott and I give him a look that we totally know that he's lying. "Yeah, that's totally it."

"It's gonna be okay, all right?" I try to comfort the worried boy. "Personally, we think you're handling this pretty freaking amazing."

"Yeah, Y/N right," Stiles agrees to what I'm saying just now. "You know, it's not like there is a Lycanthropy for Beginners class you can take."

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

"Who, Derek?" After Stiles questioned that, Scot didn't say anything. Stiles then hit Scott at the back of his head. "You forgetting the part we got him tossed in jail?"

"Yeah, I know, but chasing her, dragging her to the back of the bus, it felt so real."

"How real?"

"Like it actually happened."

"If you were that desperate, I could persuade Derek to teach you, but I can't confirm anything. Second, I could actually teach you if you want," I offer.

"Thank you so much," Scott gives me an appreciative look and opens the door with Stiles.

"No problem," I shrug my shoulders and walk between Scott and Stiles.

The first thing we see when we walk out of the door is a wrecked bus with a lot of blood.

"Can I be honest with you guys?" I say, eyeing the blood.

"Um, sure?" Both of them say simultaneously with uncertainty in their voice.

"The blood smells intoxicating," I say with my eyes flashing red for a second.

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୨⎯ "Your POV" ⎯୧

"She's probably fine," Stiles tries to comfort Scott.

"She's not answering my texts, Stiles."

"Maybe she turns off her phone," I say.

"It could be a coincidence, all right?" Stiles tries again.

"A seriously amazing coincidence." Scott looks around the halls in panic.

"Everything is possible," I say with a matter of fact.

"Just help me find her, okay?" Scott turns his head to Stiles and me. "Do you guys see her?"

"No," Stiles and I answered simultaneously.

After we said that, Scott was nowhere in our sight. "Where's Scott?" Stiles sigh.

I'm about to answer when I hear Allison and Scott's voices. "I'm sure he's okay. Now, let's go." I drag Stiles's wrist and walk to our class.

"How can you be so sure?" Stiles squints his eyes at me.

"Are you seriously doubting me?" I glare at him.

"I was just asking," Stiles shrugs his shoulders.

"I hear their voice talking near the entrance," I say, letting go of Stiles's wrist and letting him walk beside me.

"Attention, students, this is your principal." Stiles and I stopped walking when we heard the principal voice over the speaker. "I know you're all wondering about the incident that occurred last night to one of the buses. While the police work to determine what happened, classes will proceed as scheduled. Thank you."

All of the students groaned, including Stiles when the principal said that the class will be proceed as scheduled. Then all of the students walk to their class respectively.

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୨⎯ "Your POV" ⎯୧

We are in the Chemistry class. I'm actually paying attention to what Mr Harris writes on the board. Shocking, I know. But, of course, it didn't last long if your friends name's Scott and Stiles.

"Maybe it was my blood on the door," Scott was the one who decided to break the silence between the three of us.

"Could have been animal blood," Stiles says to reassure Scott. "You know, maybe you caught a rabbit or something."

"And he ate it raw?" I say, trying to stifle my laugh.

"No, he stopped to bake it in a little werewolf oven," Stiles answers sarcastically. "How would I know. He's the one who can't remember anything."

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

"No," Stiles insist.

Both Scott and Stiles stand up and change their sits when Mr Harris points his finger at them. I just sit in my seat because that bitch you called teacher can't do anything to me. Totally feel proud of myself for that.

"Hey, I think they found something," The girl who sits beside Scott breaks the silence.

All the students stand up and swarm towards the class's window to see what's happening. I notice the ambulance carrying a man that looks dead.

"That's not a rabbit," Scott says to Stiles and me.

The man suddenly gets up and scream like he's scared. Everybody yell in surprise and back up a little bit from the window. Scott walks away from the window.

"Okay. This is good, this is good," Stiles comes towards Scott. "He got up. He's not dead. Dead guys can't do that."

"And remember, there's still no proof that you're the one who wrecks the bus and hurts that man." I put my hand at Scott's shoulder to console him.

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୨⎯ "Your POV" ⎯୧

We are in the cafeteria, making our way to the table with a food tray in our hands. "But dreams aren't memories," Stiles says.

"Then it wasn't a dream," Scott says, and we put our food tray at the table. "Something happened last night, and I can't remember what," Scott continues.

"What makes you so sure that Derek even has all the answers?" Stiles looks at Scott, still not approving that his friend want help from Derek.

"Because he's Derek, duh," I shrug my shoulders. "And maybe because he wasn't changing during the full moon."

"That, and he was in total control while I was running around in the middle of the night attacking some totally innocent guy," Scott says, looking at Stiles and me.

"How would you know that he was innocent?" I raise my eyebrow at Scott.

I can tell that both Scott and Stiles are weird out at my question. "Why did you ask that?" Stiles says.

"Nothing. Can't a girl get curious?" I smile at them, acting like I did not ask a weird question just now. "Continue to what you guys want to talk about." I gesture my hand toward both of them.

"I can't go out with Allison. I have to cancel," Scott panics.

"No, you're not cancelling, okay?" Stiles gives Scott unapproved looks. "You can't just cancel your entire life. We'll figure it out. The three of us," Stiles looks at me, and then Scott.

Suddenly, Lydia puts her food tray beside Scott and asks, "Figure what out?" She sits beside Scott, and Stiles lets out an unbelievable huff.

"Just, uh, homework," Scott answers, try not to be suspicious. And he's doing really good in the doubtful part.

I know that Lydia doesn't trust what Scott has said. She then looks at me for confirmation if what Scott had said is true. "Yeah, we just have so much homework that I feel like I wanna kill myself," I groan.

Lydia just chuckles lightly and looks away. "Why is she sitting with us?" Stiles whisper, enough for Scott and I to hear.

Scott and I shrug in response. I don't really care about the fact that Lydia is sitting with us. Well, it's because she's my best friend, why would I be weird out.

Scott takes his backpack that he had put at the vacant seat beside him when he notices Allison want to sit next to him. "Thanks," Allison smiles in appreciation to Scott.

Stiles turns around to see Danny sitting beside him and smiles. I smile at the girl who sits beside me. Thank god she smiles back, or it will be embarrassing, and I would really kill myself for real this time.

Jackson then comes to our table and tells the guy who sits near Lydia to get up. The said guy stares up at Jackson in confusion and asks, "How come you never ask Danny to get up?"

"Because I don't stare at his girlfriend's coin slot," Danny says.

Jackson just pushes the guy away and sits. "So I hear they're saying it's some type of animal attack. Probably a cougar." Danny breaks the silence.

"I heard a mountain lion," Jackson says, looking at Danny and leaning his back against the chair.

"A cougar is a mountain lion," Lydia corrects Jackson. When Jackson give Lydia a questioning look, the girl quickly asks, "Isn't it?"

"Who cares?" Jackson furrows his eyebrows. "The guy's probably some homeless tweaker who's gonna die anyway."

"Actually, I just found out who it is. Check it out," Stiles pulls out his phone for everyone to see. I lean against him and rest my hand on his shoulder.

"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 says, worriedly looking at Stiles and me.

"You do?" Allison asks in curiosity.

"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?" Lydia plays with her fork. "Like, oh, where are we going tomorrow night?" She looks at Allison. "You said you and Scott were hanging out tomorrow night, right?"

"Um, we were thinking of what we were gonna do," Allison looks at Scott, who has confusion written on his face.

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

"Hanging out?" Scott asks, looking at Allison, who just shrugs her shoulders lightly. "Do you wanna hang out, like us and them?" Scott asks Allison, turning his body towards her.

"Yeah, I guess. Sounds fun," Allison smiles.

"You know what else sounds fun?" Jackson says, looking at Scott and Allison. "Stabbing myself in the face with this fork."

Lydia quickly grabs the fork from Jackson's hand. "How about bowling? You love to bowl," She looks at Jackson.

"Yeah, with actual competition."

"How do you know we're not actual competition?" Allison turns her head to Scott and asks, "You can bowl, right?"

"Sort of."

"Is it sort of, or yes?" Jackson asks.

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

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୨⎯ "Your POV" ⎯୧

"You're a terrible bowler," Stiles and I say in unison. One fact about Scott is that he's terrible at bowling, worse than playing lacrosse before being a werewolf. Let's just say he's not the right person to bowl with.

"I know! I'm such an idiot," Scott replies with a frustrated sigh. We walk down the stairs with me in the front.

"God, it was like watching a car wreck," Stiles says, with me agreeing with what he's said. "I mean, first, it turned into the whole group date thing. And then out of nowhere comes that phrase."

"You mean hang out?" I send Stiles a questioning look, confused as to why he's making this 'hang out' looks like they're going to have sex together or something.

Stiles just give me this 'you know what I mean' look. "You don't hang out with hot girls, okay? It's like death. Once it's hanging out, you might as well be her gay best friend."

I stop to hear what Stiles says and start to search for the person I want to meet. I wave at both of my friends when I find the person I'm looking for. Both of them waved back and continue the conversation about Scott might be the gay best friend.

I walk toward Isaac with a big smile on my face. I always had this giddy feeling when I'm with him. "Hi," I greet him while leaning onto the locker beside him.

He startles and lets out a relieved sigh when he realises it's me. "Hi," He greets back with a small smile planted on his face.

"I'm sorry that I didn't talk to you for days. I just had a lot of things going on right now," I say, screaming inside my head when he's still smiling at me. I mean, have you seen this guy. He's so fucking cute for no reason at all. Okay Y/N deep breath in, deep breath out.

"It's okay. I understand," He says while putting some books in his locker. He then closes his locker and starts to walk with me beside him.

"Can I ask you something?" I ask, feeling nervous.

"Sure," Isaac nods his head and glances at me for a second before looking straight in front.

"Do you wanna hang out at the park with me," I say looking at him with a hopeful look in my eyes.

"I-I don't know," He stutters looking nervous.

"It's okay. I'm just asking. We never hang out and just talk at school. I just want to get to know you better," I give him a reassuring look when I notice he starts to feel guilty. "We can hang out another time?"

"S-sure. I'm really sorry though," He sends me a guilty look that makes me just want to hug him and keep him forever.

"It's okay, I'm not gonna play the sad girl when someone rejects her offer or something," I say honestly. Because that kind of person really annoys me. I don't care if it's a girl or a boy, if someone does the sad person thing I'll kill them in instant. "If you have nothing to do just inform me and we're gonna hang out together."

"Alright," He replies with a small smile on his face.

I wave goodbye at him and start walking out of the school and towards my car. I open the door of my car and take a sit. I look at the rearview mirror. "It's okay Y/N there's always next time. On the bright sight, he didn't hate you."

I smile and start the engine and drive out of the school parking lot.

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୨⎯ "Your POV" ⎯୧

The three of us are in Stiles jeep, driving towards the back of the school where the school bus at. Stiles stops the jeep, and the three of us get out and walk towards the entrance.

"Hey, no, just me. Someone needs to keep watch," Scott says to Stiles.

"How come I'm always the guy keeping watch?" Stiles argues.

Seriously, they can argue at a time like this. Nothing new. "Ladies, please stop arguing like an old married couple, please," I say with my hands on their chest to stop them from attacking each other, not like they can. "Scott, you go do what Derek told you to do. Stiles, you're stuck with me here. End of discussion."

I push Scott towards the gate and then drag Stiles to his jeep. "Why do you make me the robin and Scott's the batman?" Stiles asks while leaning onto his jeep.

I look at him like he's crazy, which he totally is, but he didn't need to know that. "What the **** are you talking about?" I furrowed my eyebrows at him to show my confusion.

"Scott's always the main character while I'm always the side character, and you always the mysterious one that everybody likes," Stiles rants.

"Stiles, nobody is the main and side character. One fact that you should know is not everybody actually like me," I look at him in the eyes to show that I'm being honest with him. Honestly, Stiles's like a brother to me, and it pains me to see him think about himself like that.

"Really?"

"Really," I confirm and hug him. "You feel better?" I back off to take a look at him.

"Yeah, totally," Stiles smiles at me.

We enter the car, and I tell Stiles to start the engine to prepare ourselves when someone comes. Stiles starts to honk the car when we notice a flashlight. Scott runs towards the jeep, and Stiles drive away fastly.

"Did it work? Did you remember?" Stiles asks.

"Yeah, I was there last night. And the blood, a lot of it was mine," Scott answers while looking at Stiles and me.

"So that means you're the one attacking him?" I ask, curious as to what the answer is.

"No," Scott answers quickly. Stiles and I let out a relieved sigh. "I saw glowing eyes in the bus, but they weren't mine. It was Derek."

"Seriously. Are we still not passing that Derek wasn't the killer yet," I give Scott an unproven look. "Why would Derek help you remember if he was the killer. For once, please, for the love of God, please stop being so fucking stupid."

"How would you know that Derek isn't the killer?" Scott asks me.

"Do whatever you want," I sigh, giving up on making both boys believe me. They're so fucking thick-headed. I'm not even sure why I choose them as my friends.

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