"Maybe we need a little more time to get back to normal"
I rip open my rust-covered locker to dispose of my text books.
"Yeah, try not to forget we hit the reset button on a supernatural beacon for supernatural creatures." I notice Scott didn't seem to be listening to Stiles response, instead he was staring at Kira; our American History teachers daughter.
I look at Stiles who seems overwhelmed by somthing. "Oh dude, your eyes" Scott snaps out of his little daydream instantly.
"What about them?"
"They're starting to glow" i shut my locker
"You mean right now–" Stiles cuts him off.
"Yes right now, Scott stop it!" Overcome with nerves i start to focus and attempt to think of a solution.
"I can't control it!"
"I have a idea, put your head down and we'll take you somewhere to calm down" i push Scotts head down slowly and rush him into the closest empty room we could find; with Stiles assisting me.
We get into a class room and Scott runs towards a empty space in the middle of the room.
"Get back! I dont want to hurt you two" i sigh
"Scott it's ok" Stiles tries to approach Scott but he steps back.
"I dont know what's going to happen to–" i cut him off
"Break your arm" i pause; receiving a weird look off Stiles "pain makes you human"
Scott does what i instructed and falls to the ground in relief– also pain from breaking a bone.
I run over to my best friend and give him a hug " Thanks Nell" i pull away and smile.
"Scott this isn't just in our heads" i turn to see Stiles looks very anxious again; this time more than ever.
"Its real" i help Scott stand
"And its getting bad for me too. Im not just having nightmares, im having dreams where I literally have to scream myself awake." I hear the uncertainty and fear in his voice, i was about to say something but Stiles carried on talking.
"In dreams you cant read right? Well the past few days I've been having trouble reading– I can't put the letters in order."
it all starts to peice together now "Thats why you were trying to distract me from studying with chess a few days ago" i say to myself.
"Like even now?" Stiles nods
"I can't read a thing." Me and Scott exchange sympathetic glances. I rush over to Stiles with open arms and he accepts my hug; resting his head on my shoulder.
"I don't know how to fix it Nelly. You must know– you always know" i sigh
"Not this time Stilinski. Im just as clueless as you..."