Kelsey's POV

I immediately woke up from my lovely nap once Coach Finstock annoyingly blew at his whistle. "Two of you, back in your seats." He said while pointing at the two boys sitting in front of Greenberg. I don't blame them for moving, he's probably creeping them out.

"Jared, again, car sick? Every ti...how do you even get on the bus? Look at me. No, don't look at me. Look at the horizon. Keep your eyes...keep your eyes on the horizon." Finstock advised Jared, who has problems keeping his food down while traveling, it's horrible. Once, Jared projectile-vomited on both the boys sitting in front of him and next to him.

"McCall, not you too." Coach continued as he looked at the back towards my brother. God I hope Scott heals soon, he doesn't look so good. "No, coach, I'm good." Scott squinted, clearly in pain.

That's when myself and stiles saw the blood, it was starting to come through Scott's shirt. This isn't good. "Hey, Scott, you're bleeding again. And don't tell me that it's just taking longer to heal, okay? Because I'm pretty sure that still bleeding means not healing, like, at all."

"He's listening." Scott replied, looking in Ethan's direction. "Is he gonna do something?" I asked, also looking at Ethan.

"Not in front of this many people. "

"Okay, well, what about the two ticking time bombs sitting right near him?" Stiles said, obviously taking about Isaac and Boyd. "No, they won't. Not here." I hope Scott's right, surely they wouldn't do anything stupid.

"Okay, well, what if they do? Are you gonna stop 'em?" Stiles asked.

"If I have to."

Suddenly, the bus bounced to a stop, which caused everyone to literally jerk forwards, nearly falling out of their seats. That's when I looked out the windows ahead. Tragic, a long row of fricken traffic that doesn't look like it's going to be moving for a good thee-four hours.

"Scott? Where are you going?" Stiles said, causing me to look at my brother who was currently getting up from his seat. "Boyd. He's gonna do something." Oh god, what could Boyd possibly do to Ethan on this crowed bus?

"Okay, what? How do you know?" Stiles asked.

"Look at his hands." Turing my head to look at Boyd, I noticed his fingers nails were now transformed into his razor-sharp claws, grabbing ahold of the seat in front of him. Shit, what does he think he's doing? He's going to get himself killed. Stiles moved out the way while Scott shuffled passes, walking towards the seats where Isaac and Boyd are sat.

"Kelsey, do you think I'll die a virgin?" Stiles blurted out. I turn round with wide eyes. "Huh? Where's this coming from?" I ask.

"Oh I don't know, maybe the whole thing with the darach sacrificing virgins."

Oh right, god I feel sorry for Stiles, he can't seem to get himself a girlfriend, I just want to set him up with someone. "Stiles, honestly, if you can't find a girl to have sex with, you'll have to move onto boys. And Danny's not single anymore so you'll have to move quick." I tell him with a wink.

"You don't think I've considered that? I don't even anyone who's single." Wow, he's actually considered going there with a boy...well, I guess I'm not that surprised, I always thought he has a bit of a crush on Danny.

But then when we met Derek, they always seem to have that kind of weird connection. I don't know, maybe I'm wrong. Or maybe it's just the Hale family he has a connection with. "Well there's...Cora? Or Peter?"

Stiles laughs a little. "Peter, seriously? He scares the living shit out of me." He does? Well, I remember I used to be scared of him, but now I guess he's fine, hopefully. "Well yeah he's a little scary, but he's not that bad looking." Did I really just say that, oh my god.

Stiles turns up his face in disgust. "Not that bad looking, Kelsey, he's like forty-seven years old." What, no way he's that old. "He's not that old, I'm pretty sure he's in his late thirties." I defend.

"Well he's still old. Anyway it doesn't matter, I like girls." He argued before turning his attention elsewhere. "Yeah, okay." I mumble as Scott came walking back towards Stiles and I.

"Crisis averted?" Stiles asked Scott. "Mm-hmm."

"Okay, good. Because we got another problem. Ethan keeps checking his phone, like, every five minutes. It's like he's waiting for something, you know, like, a message or a signal of some kind. I don't know, something evil though, I can tell. I have a very perceptive eye for evil, but you know that." Stiles rambled, moving his hands around while never taking his eye off Ethan.

"I don't like him sitting with Danny." Scott confessed.

"Yeah, neither do I. I'm gonna see what he's waiting for." Stiles told us as he got out his phone. "What are you doing?" I asked curiously, trying to get a good look at his phone, but it wasn't happening. "I'm gonna ask." He answered.

Once Stiles finished typing, he looked towards Danny who shock his head while glaring. "That plan sucked." I lightly laughed, but he continued to messaged Danny, basically spamming him because Danny's phone kept going off.

Ethan and Danny mumbled something to each other before Ethan quickly turned round, causing Stiles and Scot to hide behind their seats. Oh my god. "Well, that wasn't very subtle." Stiles said.

I leant over stiles seat as he looked at his phone once again. I guess the plan did work after all, because Danny replied with: Someone close to him is sick. Might not make it through the night. "Ennis?" Scott and I questioned.

"Okay, so does that mean, uh..."

"He's not dead." Scott finished. "Not yet." I added.

***

"Jared, I'm warning you. I'm an empathetic vomiter. You throw up, I'm gonna throw up right back on you. And it will be profoundly disgusting." Ew, if any o them throw up in this god forsaken bus, I will end up vomiting too. "Please don't talk about throwing up. It's not good." You and me both Jared.

"I might throw up on you just to make a point, Jared." Please don't Coach.

"It's not good. It's not good." In the corner of my eye, I noticed Stiles had put his arm up, I'm guessing he's asking for this bus to stop. It won't work, not unless Coach Finstock gets money out of it.

"Now the rest of you, don't think we're gonna miss this meet because of a slight traffic jam, a minor tornado warning, Jared. We're gonna make this thing. Nothing is gonna stop us! Stilinski, put your hand down."

"You know, there's, like, a food exit about a half a mile up. I don't know if we stop and then maybe..."

"We're not gonna stop." Finstock interrupted.

"Okay, but if we stop..." Oh Stiles, you might as well give up now. "Stilinski" Finstock said while blowing at his whistle. "Shut it! Seriously! It's a little bus! Stop asking me questions!" He continued, shouting while moving his arms about like he's trying to swat a fly.

"I hate him. Did you call Deaton?" Stiles asks my brother. "I keep getting his voice mail." Goddammit what could Deaton be doing? He's always free to have a quick phone call, especially if it's Scott who's calling.

"That's it. I'm calling Lydia and Allison." Stiles said as he got out his phone.

"How are they gonna help, back in Beacon Hills?" I tell Stiles. It's not like they know how to start the healing process on a werewolf or something. "They're not. They've been following us for hours." He replies while tapping away at his phone, before calling Lydia's number, and mumbling "pathetic" before she answers.

"Hey, Stiles. Yeah, we're just about to walk into a movie, uh, you know, the popcorn and..." I hear Lydia say.

"I know you guys are right behind us. Put me on speaker." How did Stiles know they were behind us and not myself or Scott. Maybe Stiles has a superpower where he can smell Lydia's perfume within a 10 mile radius. "Okay."

"Okay, look, Scott's still hurt." Stiles informs them. "What do you mean still? He's not healing?" Allison asks.

"No, he's not healing. I think he's actually getting worse. The blood's turning, like, a black color." I look at my brother and I can literally smell death on him, oh god. It doesn't make sense, he's been scratched by an alpha before and he healed, so why not now? What's different? "What's wrong with him? What's wrong with him?" Lydia asks.

If Deaton answered his phone, he'll know what to do. "I don't, do I have a PhD in lycanthropy? How am I supposed to know that?"

"We need to get him off the bus." Allison says. "And take him where, a hospital?" Lydia questions Allison.

"If he's dying, yeah. Stiles, there's a rest area about a mile up. Tell the coach to pull over." Ha, yeah because that's going to work. "Yeah, he's been trying." I say into the phone.

"Well, reason with him." Seriously Allison? "Reason? Have you met this guy?"

"Just try something." Allison says, Stiles sighs before hanging up. Oh this should be entertaining to watch, Coach Finstock kicking Stiles ass as always.

***

It had been a good five minutes before I finally persuaded Stiles to ask Coach Finstock to have the bus stop. At first it didn't work out so well; Coach kept interrupting Stiles with his annoying whistle every five seconds, but then that lead to Stiles pulling a creepy face at Jared, causing jared to projectile vomit and stink the bus out.

After that, coach was forced to stop the bus, thank god. And everyone literally jumped out the bus. So I guess in some way it did work, but when we go back in the bus, it's not going to be a very pleasant smell. "Jared, you suck." Finstock yelled as he stuck his head out the bus window before spraying a load of air freshener. "Somebody grab some towels, or a mop. Or a new bus."

Stiles wrapped one of Scott's arms over his shoulder to help support him, while I grabbed the other arm. Knowing Scott would need to be put somewhere away from everyone else, we carried him to the nearest restroom, and not long after Lydia and Allison joined us.

We sat Scott down between two sinks before noticing his shirt was soaking up more blood. "Oh my god." Stiles let out quietly. Scott barely looks alive, I don't understand why he's not healing, is he infected?

As I slowly moved away from Scott's limp body, Allison pushed passed and lifted Scott's shirt up high enough to see the wound. My eyes widened at how deep and disgusting the wound looked; wide open and smothered in thick black blood, you could see the veins spiraling to my brother heart. God this is bad.

"This shouldn't be happening. I've seen him heal from worse than this." Allison said as she turn round to look at us. "I don't understand either, all my wounds have healed and I was in the same situation as Scott." I told them.

"Okay, what do we do then? Do we just call an ambulance?" Stiles asked.

Allison shock her head. "What if it's too late? What if they can't help?" She's right, they might not know what to do. He could die in their hands. "Well, we gotta do something." Stiles replied.

"You know, it could be psychological." Lydia spoke after minutes of silence. "

"What do you mean, like, psychosomatic?" Stiles asked but Lydid shock her head. "Somatoformic."

"What's that?" I ask, clearly confused. "A physical illness from a psychogenic cause. It's all in his head."

Maybe...he thinks it's his fault. "All in his head? Because of Derek." I say. "He's not letting himself heal because Derek died." Stiles finished.

"So what do we do?" Allison asked as Lydia started rummaging through her bag, before pulling out mini sewing kit from bag. What does she plan to do with that?

"Stitch him up." What? You've got to be kidding me. "I'm serious. Maybe all he needs to do is just believe it's healing." Hmm, well I guess we could give it a try, but there's no way I'm staying to watch, smells like death mixed with piss in here. Probably best I give Scott some space anyways.

"He's gonna need another shirt. Where's his bag?" Allison asks.

Stiles shoots up. "Um, I'm gonna get it. I hate needles anyway, so... uh, do you know what you're doing?"

"Yeah, my father taught me." Well she better be good.

"I mean, how fast are you gonna...I mean, the bus, like, the bus could leave."

"Well, you just make sure it doesn't leave." Allison replies.

"I can help." Lydia tells Stiles. "Yeah I'll come too." I say before exciting the restroom with both Stiles and Lydia. Once I stepped outside, I immediately went looking for Isaac and Boyd. I know they will do something stupid, they never listen, I just hope they don't get into anymore trouble.

God where are they? It's not like they've got anywhere to go. Just as I was about to take another step, a pair of hands grabbed my waist and pulled me towards the wall. "Looking for me?" Isaac bit his lip.

"Jesus Isaac! And yes, I was looking for you...where's Boyd?" I ask, causing Isaac to sigh. "He's over there. Look Kelsey, can we just forget about everything for a second, and-" Isaac cut himself off, wrapping a stray bit of hair behind my ear.

"And what?" I ask, already knowing where this is going. "This." Isaac replies before his face instantly came closer to mine and our lips connected. This kiss became more heated when Isaac lifted my bum up and wrapped my legs around his waist. Isaac pushed me further against the wall so I could be fully supported.

Desperately wanting to pull him closer, my hands began to travel towards his neck, and the other grasping a handful of his soft curls. But just as I was about to involve my tongue, Isaac pulled away from my lips with a devilish smirk, sending a chill run down my spine.

Moving his face closer, he began to whisper sweet nothing's in my ear before leaving a trail of kisses on my neck, knowing it was my weakness. Feeling a relaxed and trance-like sensation, soft moans escaped my lips.

I opened my eyes, wanting to look at my boyfriend, but instead I found myself looking at a shocked opened-mouthed Stiles looking me right in the eyes. Shit.

"Isaac." I mumble, desperately trying to get Isaac's attention. "I know, you want more." Isaac smirks against my neck, before continuing to kiss my sweet spot.

"No, stop. Stiles!" I half shout.

Isaac quickly pulls away with his eyebrows raised. "Stiles? No, you should be moaning my name." He says, but before he could return to kissing my neck, Stiles decides to speak up. "Oh that's great, I'll just wait over there...don't mind me." Causing Isaac to freeze.

"How long was he standing there?" Isaac asks. I opened my mouth to answer but Stiles beat me to it. "Long enough to be mentally scarred for life."

Rolling our eyes, I began unwrapping my legs from Isaac. "C'mon, Stiles is waiting." I tell Isaac before grabbing his hand and walking toward the annoying boy I call my adoptive brother. "What do you want Stilinski?" I ask.

"Scott's not breathing." Stiles tells us, causing my eyes to widen.

Oh god, Isaac. "What do you mean Scott's not breathing, he's still hurt!?" Isaac raises his voice. "No Isaac, he's fine...Allison is stitching him up." As soon as I said that, I knew I didn't sound at all better.

Anger flushed over Isaac's face. "He wouldn't be hurt if it wasn't for them." He said before letting go of my hand and storming off. Great, now he's gonna do something stupid. Narrowing my eyes at Stiles, his face had an "oops" look.

"Uh, we should probably do something."

"Well fricken done, Stiles." I say before wandering after Isaac.

It wasn't long before I caught up with Isaac, but it was too late. He already started throwing punches at Ethan, and as much as I wanted to stop it from going on further, I let him continue. Ethan deserved it.

Every time Isaac threw a punch, Ethan just let it happen. But it's like he didn't care, or couldn't be bothered to fight back. Danny moved towards, desperately trying to grab Isaac off Ethan, but Isaac being stronger, shoved Danny away.

"Isaac, Isaac, Isaac!" Coach shouted. "Back off! Stop."

"Isaac!" Scott shouted, gaining not just Isaac's attention, but everyone. They all went completely silent. Danny now had the chance to walk over to Ethan and crouched down at his side.

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Hey everyone, I'm sorry I haven't been writing for a very long time, hopefully I will write some more in the little spare time I have from the amount of coursework I get.

Did you like this chapter? I know nothing exciting really happened, apart from the kissing scene. Did you like that?

So I'm finally eighteen, WOO!! And for one of my birthday presents I went to the Harry Potter studios, which is now one of my best memories. It was literally a magical experience, I had a lot of fun. I spent about £150, maybe more...but it was worth it.

And can we just talk about The Scorch Trials trailer...wow!! THE DYLAN O'BRIEN SHOWER SCENE OMFG, I COULDN'T BREATHE!!

SUPERNATURAL'S FINAL EPISODE OF SEASON 10...OMG, I WAS LITERALLY IN TEARS. Poor Castiel, what did Rowena do to my baby?! And now Dean no longer had the mark of Cain, which is good, but now the darkness is here.

PREETY LITTL LIARS IS BACK!!!!

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