Ambitchous (Deputy Parrish)(DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 17

|Scar Mejia|

"Yo, Scar!" Stiles snapped his fingers in my face, "Still with us?"

"Yeah, sorry. I zoned out."

I've been spacing off a lot lately. Recently, We got into a huge fight with the alpha pack and long story short, Derek's dead. Currently, All of us are half way to the cross country meet.

Stiles turned towards Scott, "Anachronism."

"Something that exists out of its normal time."

Yeah, Scott's still studying for his PSATs.

"Nice, okay, Next word, 'Incongruous'."

"Um, can you use it in a sentence?" Scott asked.

"Yes, yes I can. It's completely incongruous that we're sitting on a bus right now, on our way to some stupid cross-country meet after what just happened- incongruous." Stiles said sarcastically.

"Out of place, ridiculous, absurd."

Stiles cleared his throat, "Okay. Next word-Darach. Darach, it's a noun..."

Scott and I both stared at him.

"We have to talk about it sometime and we're gonna be stuck in this thing for, like, five hours, so why not?"

Scott turned to face the window.

"Okay, fine. Next word. 'Intransigent'."

"Stubborn, obstinate." Scott groaned when the bus hit a bump.

"Are you okay?" I asked Scott.

"We shouldn't have come. I knew it. We shouldn't have come." I heard Stiles mumble.

"We had to. There's safety in numbers."

"Yeah, well, there's also death in numbers, okay? It's called a massacre, or bloodbath, carnage, slaughter, butchery, wow that's- Alright, Scott. I'm telling Coach that-," Stiles started to get up but Scott stopped him.

"No, no. I'm alright."

"Well, you don't look alright. Would you just let me see it?"

Scott hesitated but slightly lifted up his shirt, revealing his cut, "I know it's looks bad but it's because they're from an alpha. It'll take longer to heal."

"How come Scar, Isaac and Boyd are fine?"

"I still have a wound that not healed but it's not bleeding anymore. Why is yours?" I asked.

Scott didn't answer.

"I can't believe he's dead. I can't believe Derek's dead." He mumbled quietly.
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I groaned as the bus roughly stopped again. I just wanted to get there already.

"There's a jackknifed tractor a few miles ahead. Could miss the meet." I heard Isaac say to Boyd.

I heard Boyd growl. Oh no. I stood up.

"What-Scar, where are you going?" Stiles asked.

"Boyd, he's gonna do something." I whispered.

"What? How do you know?" He asked.

"Look at his hands."

Boyd's claws were out. I walked up the aisle and grabbed Boyd's wrist.

"Let go." He growled.

"You got a plan? Tell me your brilliant plan, and I'll let go. What are you gonna do? Kill him, right here? Then what? What are you gonna do after that?" I whisper-yelled.