Sedated

You Really Think You Attacked Him?

Scott told us about his dream he had last night as we walked towards the school.

"So, you killed her?" Stiles asked as we walked into the building

"It was a dream Stiles," I said rolling my eyes making him shrug.

Scott shrugs exasperatedly. "I don't know. 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."

Stiles raises his eyebrows at Scott at this remark. "Really? I have." Stiles shrugs as he gestures with his hand to emphasize his words. "Usually ends a little differently..."

"Stiles!" I sputtered my face turning red at what he was insinuating.

"A) I mean I've never had a dream that felt that real, and B)-- "Scott looks at Stiles with a disgusted expression. " Never give me that much detail about you in bed again."

Stiles shrugs as though he gets it. "Noted." Stiles then takes a deep breath before speaking up again. "Let me take a guess here--."

Scott cuts him off before he can continue. "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."

Stiles gapes at him as though he's offended by what Scott's implying. "No, of course not."

Scott and I both give Stiles a look that communicates that we know Stiles too well to believe that, and Stiles finally concedes.

"...Yeah, that's totally it.." When Stiles sees Scott sigh with a glum expression, he scoffs and tries to cheer him up.

"Hey, come on! 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."

Scott raises his hands at Stiles as though to say, "Seriously?" before he frowns and thinks for a moment before getting an idea. "Yeah... not a class, but maybe a teacher."

"Who, Derek?"

When Scott continues to stare at Stiles, Stiles sputters incredulously before smacking him on the back of the head like a misbehaving puppy. "You forgetting the part where we got him tossed in jail?"

Scott, fully aware of this fact, responds in the same exasperated tone of voice as Stiles. "Yeah, I know, but chasing her, dragging her to the back of the bus... it felt so real."

Stiles rolls his eyes in disbelief and responds sarcastically. "How real?"

Scott shrugs. "Like it actually happened."

The boys simultaneously push the back doors open to walk toward another building before we're all stunned speechless and stop dead in our tracks.

Looking at the bus bay, the Sheriff's deputies have taped-off a crime scene around one of the buses. The back of the bus is splattered with blood, and the emergency exit door has been almost completely ripped off and is hanging by a single hinge at the bottom. A crime scene investigator is snapping photos of the wreckage, including one of the back seats, which has been clawed open and is spilling its stuffing out onto the floor.

Stiles, mouth gaping open in shock, looks over at a similarly stunned Scott

"...I think it did." I muttered.

Scott looks back at the bus in horror and looks like he's about to throw up from fear, guilt, and shame

We are walking through the halls yet again as Stiles tries to reassure a panicked Scott, who is staring at his phone, that they need more information.