1. | INDIGO [S. STILINSKI]

chapter six: [blood smells]

       

 "Why do we believe the bad, but doubt the good?"

   Indigo's POV

I sighed as I looked around for Stiles at school, hoping he'd have answer to what I witnessed this morning. Scott was acting- strange, to say the least. He woke up, like I would when I have nightmares: covered in sweat and out of breath.

But this one really spooked him. He wouldn't talk about it.

I wandered my gaze around, before spotting Stiles. He was rocking back and forth on his heels, his hands stuffed in his pockets.

"Stiles!" I shouted, jogging towards him. His head snapped my way, his eyes widening as I got nearer.

  "What? What's wrong?" He quickly asked, his eyes accessing my body.

"Nothing with me." I shook my head. "It's Scott. He's acting up."

  "What's new?" Stiles scoffed. I rolled my eyes.

"I'm serious. He had a nightmare, and he's still freaking out about it. Won't tell me anything about it, though."

Stiles narrowed his eyes, taking a deep breath.

I saw Scott past Stiles' shoulder, frantically looking around. I nudged Stiles, pointing in his direction.

We both walked towards him, stopping in front of him.

"Dude, what's up?" Stiles asked, putting a hand on Scott's shoulder. But Scott, pushed away, racing towards the school

I groaned and jogged after him, Stiles right beside me.

  "What happened?" Stiles asked Scott, stopping him again.

"I had a dream." He huffed, trying to look past Stiles.

  "And?" Stiles insisted.

"And..." Scott sighed. "I think I killed Allison."

My eyes widened. Killed Allison? How could he have done that? He was in the house all night. I think...

  "Killed her?" Stiles reiterated. Scott sighed and shrugged.

"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."

  "Really?" Stiles asked. "I have. Usually end a little... differently." He awkwardly glanced at me, before returning to Scott.

"A: I meant I've never had a dream that felt that real, and B: never give me that much detail about you in bed again." Scott listed, making a disgusted face at the last part.

  "Noted."

"Let me take a guess here-" Stiles started.

  "No." Scott shut him down. "I know, you think it had something to do with me going out with Allison tomorrow, like I'm gonna lose control and rip her throat out."

"No, of course not." Stiles scoffed, until he saw the look Scot gave him.

  "Yeah, that's totally it."