I woke up feeling completely exhausted. With school, work, and my nightmares....I feel so overwhelmed and tired. It's now Friday and I'm seriously regretting my choice of joining cross-country. We have to leave today for a meet and I am so not ready for it. Luckily I was able to get out of work for the afternoon though, which makes me feel better.

"Why did you let me join cross-country?" I asked my brother, a frown on my face. Stiles sighed and pulled me outside to the jeep, we have to get to the school early to get on a stupid bus. I was wearing my black nike spandex under my grey sweatpants which I paired with my white cropped tank top. I also wore my locket and charm bracelet, my hair was in its natural waves and I wore no makeup. "You'll be fine. Do you have everything you need? Vitamins, snacks, clothes?" I rolled my eyes, he sounded like my dad, honestly.

"Yes, I have everything. Can we just go now? I wanna get this over with." My voice came out in a tired whine, which usually I wouldn't use but, considering my exhaustion and the ridiculous hour I was woken up at, it's okay. Right? I blame it on the hormones... Stiles started the jeep and off we were to school. "Should you even be running? Considering your... condition?" My eyes snapped to him in a fury, how dare he.

"They're not a condition, they're babies, Stiles. And yes, my doctor said it was fine." I snapped at him slightly, crossing my arms over my chest with a frown. Stiles turned his eyes back to the road. "Geez, I was just asking. No need to bite my head off or anything." I rolled my eyes again, but sighed this time.

I bit my lip. "Look, I'm sorry." I ran a hand through my hair. "My emotions are everywhere and I'm so exhausted lately...not to mention the fact that I'm going to get fat, I don't want to get fat Stiles." My mind began racing at the idea of getting as huge as the lady in the waiting room.

Stiles patted my knee with his hand in a comforting manner. "Don't worry, I'm sure you won't get that fat and even if you do, I'll love you regardless." I let out a slight chuckle at that, "woah, thanks for those words of encouragement." I spoke sarcastically, but he just smiled over at me. "That's what I'm here for."

Within the next hour and a half we were on the bus and I was sat next to Stiles, Scott sitting in the seat across the isle from us. I leaned my head on the window and watched Scott out of the corner of my eye. We hadn't had a full conversation since he told me his secret, if I'm being honest I'm still a little upset with him over the fact that he lied to me... but, I'm trying to move past it and be civil and understanding.

Last night something happened. The boys won't tell me what exactly happened, only that Derek is dead and there was a fight that Scott got hurt in. I leaned over my brother and looked at Scott. "Are you okay?" I whispered, concern evident on my face. He was wincing at every bump in the road. Stiles looked at Scott too. "I knew we shouldn't of come."

Scott winced again. "We had to, safety in numbers. Also, we can't leave you without protection." He gave me a look. I rolled my eyes at that. "You're not even okay enough to do anything. You should have stayed home." I glared at him a little bit, I did not need protection. I could protect myself, and even so, Stiles was here, and so was... Isaac?

"No, I'm alright." He was far from alright, and that much was obvious by the sweat beading on his forehead. Stiles looked at Scott worriedly. "Well, you don't look alright. Would you just let me see it?" "I'm okay." Scott responded, not convincingly at all.

I shot him a look and snapped a little bit. "Just let us see it, Scott." He sighed and nodded. "Okay." I gasped when he lifted up his shirt and revealed his wounds. It was bad, so bad that it made me feel nauseous, I had to look away before I blew chunks and made coach mad. "Oh dude..." Stiles cringed at the sight.

Scott let his shirt fall back down, and internally I was grateful but, also concerned for his well being. If Scott is like them, shouldn't he be healing? Scott answered my question, before I could ask, it's from an alpha so i guess it takes longer to heal. Also, apparently, since Derek is dead we don't get answers to our many questions.

I'm not sure how, but I'm sure it happened last night. When that fight happened. I still can't believe there was a fight...Honestly, I can hardly believe that any of this is really happening but, it is.

I was broken from my thoughts by Coach going off on Jared, some poor kid on the Cross Country team with us. "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 on the horizon... McCall, Stilinski not you guys too."

Scott and Stiles both replied with a "I'm fine coach." But, Coach was talking to me, not Stiles. So, I replied with a, "I think I'm gonna be sick." Coach sighed and shook his head. "Horizon, remember." I shook my head and Stiles and Scott gave me nervous looks.

"Coach, maybe we should stop?" Stiles suggested. "We're not gonna stop!" Thankfully, I was able to hold in my sick for the next couple minutes when Coach finally agreed to stop. I left that bus so quickly, I didn't even have time to register that Allison and Lydia were here as well until we were all piled into the bathroom.

I emptied the contents of my stomach into the trash can that was in the bathroom, my breakfast was gone leaving me with an empty stomach and absolutely no appetite. Stiles, Scott, Allison, and Lydia followed me into the bathroom.

Lydia instantly asked me if I was okay while the others went to help Scott. I shook my head. "No, but I'll survive." I leaned my head against the wall, trying to get my nausea down. I could hear the others talking about how to get Scott to heal, I did feel worried for him. But, I also know that he'll get there.

"This shouldn't be happening. I've seen him heal from far worse than this." Allison's voice snapped me out of my thoughts and I instantly opened my eyes, turning to look at Scott.

He was on the ground, breathing weird and he didn't look good. I pushed pass the others as they stood talking, Lydia said something like, "It could be psychological."

I fell down beside Scott and put my hand on his head, he was burning up. "Scott, you have to heal. Okay? You can't do this to me." I whispered to him angrily, so that only he and I could hear. Scott nodded, but he didn't mean it.

I grabbed his hand tight and turned to the others. "Guys we have to do something." I bit my lip hard as I looked back at him. I'm new to this whole supernatural thing but, I'm sure that this isn't a good sign.

"What do we do?" Allison asked, I sighed mentally. If Allison is back, worrying about him, I wonder if Scott will take her back... I felt Scott's hand grip mine, as if reading my worry. I looked back to him, feeling sad that this was happening to him.

Gently, I brushed his hair off of his face and sent him a small smile. It was an intimate moment between us that only we noticed, anyone else could see it as a friend worrying over their other friend. But, to us it was different. The motion was laced with feeling and emotion. I forgave him for lying and all it took was him almost dying.

Allison came down to where Scott and I were, she looked at out interlaced fingers and then gave me a confused glance before turning back to Scott. "We're gonna stitch him up." I nodded and grabbed Scott's hand a little harder. "Come on Scott, stay with us." I pleaded, and by us I meant me and my two babies. Not me and Allison. I hope he understood that.

I watched as Allison struggled to thread the needle. My heart beat increased, I have no idea how to do any of that so, I can't help. Allison better figure this out. "Scott...Just look at me, Scott. Stay with us." I smiled at him, but tears were welling up in my eyes.

Stupid hormones. Stupid supernatural werewolves. Stupid Scott and his fighting. "I'm tired." He sighed, his eyes falling closed slightly. I shook my head, and Allison began to cry, I could see the tears in her eyes as she finally thread the needle. "Ah!"

"Clinically. And unemotionally." I looked at her confused, as she began to stitch up Scott's wounds. "Who are you talking to?" My voice wavered slightly. She simply shook her head and mumbled, "No one."

I turned back to Scott, a feeling of relief washed over me. He was gonna be okay, and that is all that matters.

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Back on the bus I sat next to Scott, me by the window and him between me and Allison who was across the aisle. I tried to ignore the feeling of jealousy eating away at my insides as they talked. I mean, I shouldn't be jealous. Scott isn't mine, we're not a couple, the only connection we have is our occasional sex and the two babies currently residing within me.

My knee began bouncing as I tried to ignore their intimate conversation. Why does he make me like this? Make me feel so crazy and angry. I hate it. I hate feeling so, weak for a stupid boy. He makes my mind and heart race at a million miles a minute and it makes me feel so out of control. And don't even get me started on the fact that he doesn't have to carry around the evidence of our sexual encounter... Ugh, he's so infuriating!

Calmness washed over me as I felt his hand rest on my leg, he turned to me. He was fully healed now and he looked great, way better than before. I met his eyes, trying to read him was always the most difficult thing for me. He has a wall up that I can't seem to get passed, no matter how hard I try.

"Are you okay?" Worry, I see it now, clear as day in his eyes. I shook my head and let my eyes fall to the floor of the bus. Dirt and stray pieces of wrappers littered the ground. Scott put has hand on my cheek, moving me to look at him. "What's wrong?"

I decided to voice what was wrong, I mean there's no point in keeping it bottled up. "Are you and Allison going to get back together?" I whispered it, so that only he could hear. Well him and any other werewolf on the bus, if they wanted to listen in... Which i'm sure they don't, who would care to listen in on mine and Scott's conversation?

Scotts eyes went a little wider than before, showing clear shock at what I said. Oh no, was it dumb? Should I have not said that? Not sort of admitted that I didn't want him to be with Allison?

Scott shook his head, still holding eyes contact with me. "No. She-I'm..." He took a breath. "She's not who I want to be with, Tori. How have you not figured that out yet?" I couldn't help it, I rolled my eyes at him. How have I not figured it out?

"You keep me a secret, what else am I supposed to think?" I growled out quietly. "We only hook up, I mean honestly....Sometimes I wonder if I'm just a booty call for you!" I whisper-yelled the last part. Scott visibly flinched at my words, but they also made him angry.

"It's not my fault that your brother would totally kick my ass if he found out, Victoria." Scott ran his hand through his hair before continuing. "I was going to tell him I liked you, and was going to ask him if I could date you...But now you're pregnant and it makes this a whole lot more complicated!"

I rolled my eyes. "You don't think I know that? I'm the one who's going to spend her Junior year pregnant, Scott. All you have to do is man up and figure out what you want to do!" With that I sat back and crossed my arms, this boy makes me so angry sometimes. I had to tell my entire family, and tell him, yet he has the audacity to voice how scared he is to tell people that he's the father?

Sometimes, I don't understand him.

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Edit: 4/3/2020