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CHAPTER TWO:

DREAMS VS. REALITY

     DASHA GOT OUT OF HER JEEP PATRIOT, shutting the door behind her. Staring at her reflection for a moment, she made sure that she looked decent enough to enter the dreaded halls of high school. The young blonde tugged on the fluffy purple sweater encasing her frame and walked away from the locked car, ready to search for Scott and Stiles.

After staying over at the Stilinski's for breakfast, Dasha rushed home to finish the homework she hadn't finished and got ready for school. Stiles had offered to drive her to school but she knew that it was best to drive separate so she wouldn't be stuck at lacrosse practice, again.

In the distance the young girl saw the duo of boys that she grew up with and picked up her pace and walked towards the stairs where they were.

Dasha ran up to Stiles, who stood besides Scott, looking worried. "Hey, you all right? You don't look all right, Scott."

"I'm okay." Scott managed to get out to his friends, gripping Stiles tightly.

"No," Dasha frowned in concern for her pale faced friend. Scott wasn't one to be frightened like this– he was a freaking werewolf– there was no need for fear. "No, you're not."

"It's happening to you too. You're seeing things, aren't you?" Stiles asked Scott as the trio stood by the stairs as people passed them by.

"How'd you know?" Scott asked, his brow furrowed.

Dasha bit her lip, ready for Stiles to say something about Stiles' nightmares, but got interrupted.

"Because it's happening to all three of you." Dasha spun around, smiling lightly as Lydia Martin approached them, her hands placed on her hips.

Lydia kept on walking however, entering the school, knowing full well that the trio were following her, waiting for her to speak up again.

"Well, well, look who's no longer the crazy one." Lydia sang out, happy that she wouldn't be known as the girl who ran around naked for a few days.

"We're not crazy."

"Hallucinating? Sleep paralysis? Yeah, you guys are fine." Lydia said, sarcastically as she led the group inside the school by shoving the metal doors open.

"We did die and come back to life." Scott told Stiles, "That's gotta have some side effects, right?"

The school bell rang loudly overhead and Dasha waited by Stiles, as he turned to the other four.

"We keep an eye each other. Okay?" He instructed Scott and Allison, before turning to the smirking redhead. "And Lydia, stop enjoying this so much."

Dasha tugged on Stiles hand as the two girls departed and Scott turned to his phone, a frown on his face as he noticed the time. "C'mon, we're going to be late." Stiles nodded distractedly, scratching his neck in frustration. 

Dasha was worried for her friends but she spoke up, wanting to give them some reassurance. "Don't worry, okay? We'll figure this out, we always do."

Stiles smiled at his best friend, pulling Dasha into a side hug as they began to walk to class. "What would I do without you, Dash?"

"I don't know, Stiles. Probably will still be defending yourself with a bat against evil monsters." Dasha remarked sarcastically, reflecting on his weapon of choice.

Stiles pushed Dasha away from him, playfully, and she froze in the classrooms doorway, as a new teacher turned to stare at the duo. The girl with dirty blonde hair awkwardly smiled before rushing to her seat in the third row, in front Stiles and Scott. Immediately after Scott and Stiles entered and sat down, the stranger began to introduce himself.

"Good morning, everyone. My name is Mr. Yukimura. I'll be taking over for your previous History Teacher. My family and I moved here three weeks ago.I'm sure, by now, you all know my daughter, Kira. Or you might not since she's never actually mentioned anyone from school. Or brought a friend home for that matter."

Dasha's eyes widened at his tangent, that was currently embarassing his daughter. She turned in her seat to look at a pretty girl, who's face was currently red, before she dropped her head onto the desk in shame.

"Either way, there she is. Now, let's begin with American History at the turn of the 20th century." Dasha shook her head in empathy towards the girl, Lydia's mom did stuff like that all the time.

She was happy that she wasn't close with her parents.

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SCOTT AND STILES WERE AT THEIR LOCKERS in between classes. Dasha had gone to gym locker room to change for gym– which she dreaded.

"Maybe we need a little more time to get back to normal."

"Yeah, try not to forget we hit the reset button on a supernatural beacon for supernatural creatures. There's a pretty good chance things are never going back to normal.

"Yeah."

"Oh, dude, your eyes." Stiles stared in shock at his best friend as Scott's eyes began to flicker from his normal brown eyes to his werewolf ones.

"What about them?"

"They're starting to glow."

"You mean like right now?" Scott asked as if Stiles was talking about something else.

"Yes, right now." Stiles panicked, noticing that the girl Scott was staring at was coming closer to the two. "Scott, stop. Stop it."

"I can't I can't control it." Scott panted as he gripped his fingers tightly.

"All right, just keep your head down. Look down, come on. Keep your head down." Stiles muttered to his best friend as he pulled Scott down the hallway and into an unoccupied room.

"Get back away from me." Scott managed to get out as he felt himself changing.

"Scott, it's okay."

"I don't know what's going to happen. Get back." Scott roared at his friend as his eyes changed. Stiles stared in shock at his best friend who was coming undone.

Suddenly, Scott was quiet. 

"Pain makes you human." Scott panted as blood dripped from his hands. He had used his own claws to stab himself– to pull himself out of changing.

Stiles came closer to Scott, knowing his friend wasn't dangerous anymore. Stiles also wanted to tell Scott about what was happening to him.

"Scott, this isn't just in our heads. This is real. And it's starting to get bad for me too. I'm not just having nightmares. I'm having dreams where I have to literally scream myself awake– Dasha was in my dream too. And sometimes I'm not even sure if I'm actually ever waking up."

"What do you mean?" Scott was trying to process what Stiles had just told him.

"Do you know how you can tell if you're dreaming? You can't read in dreams. More and more, the past few days, I've been having trouble reading. It's like I can't see the words. I can't put the letters in order."

"Like even now?" Scott asked Stiles gently. 

Stiles breathed in sharply as he tried to read the words in front of him. "I can't read a thing." Stiles sighed in frustration, running a hand through his hair. 

"What did you mean about Dasha? In your dream?" Scott backtracked to what Stiles had said about their girl friend. 

"I don't know, Scott. It was weird. She came over this morning and told me exactly what happened in my dream, happened in hers."

"That's not possible." Scott told his best friend, wondering what the hell was happening.

"Whatever you do, don't tell Dasha."

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