Unexpected

ELEVEN

Chapter Eleven

"Kind of, yeah."

Like the child I am, I ignored Scott the rest of the bus ride. Not that he tried to talk to me much, other than the occasional sigh and apology to which I ignored with an eye roll. In my defense, I was pissed, as I'm sure anyone else would be... or maybe it's just the hormones? 

After what seemed like days, which in reality was only a couple hours, of sitting in that bus uncomfortably, we finally arrived at a hotel. I was so happy when I was able to get out of the bus and stretch my legs. My neck hurt from awkwardly sleeping against the window and I had to pee really bad, I swear my bladder was about to explode. 

I refused to sleep on Scott even though he said I could multiple times. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of having me in the palm of his hand, even though he does and I know I'll forgive him the instant he acts all sweet to me. Ugh, I'm pathetic.

"Listen up! The meet's been pushed till tomorrow. This is the closest motel with the most vacancies and least amount of good judgement when it comes to accepting a bunch of degenerates like yourselves. You'll be pairing up. Chose wisely. And I'll have no sexual perversions perpetrated by you little deviants. Got that? Keep your dirty little hands to your dirty little selves."

I rolled my eyes at Coaches little speech and turned to my brother and Scott. "I'm rooming with you two. I don't feel safe with the other werewolves here..." I mumbled while I felt a shiver run down my back. I have a really bad feeling about tonight. 

Stiles nodded at me, as did Scott. Probably agreeing that the other's couldn't be trusted. Especially after their fight at the rest stop earlier. I tuned out the boys as they went into their own discussion I could feel it happening. I haven't had a vision since I shook hands with the new teacher. 

Images flashed in my mind. Scott drenched in gasoline with a flame in his hand, Boyde drowning in a bathtub with a safe on his chest, blood covering walls and a loud gunshot rang in my ears. 

I gasped, coming back into reality, I stumbled back and realized that Scott and Stiles were shaking me and trying to gain my attention. I could feel the wet tears on my face. "Victoria...Are you okay?" 

I brought my gaze up to Scott. "You're going to burn." I mumbled, I'm unsure as to why I said this...or why everytime I have a vision someone is dying or getting hurt. I felt darkness overcome me, and along with it a nightmare. 

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"Scott!" My scream pierced through the otherwise quiet room. My eyes snapped open and I couldn't remember where I was. All I knew was what I saw in my dream. Scott dead in the bathtub, next to my brother and Allison.

My brother and Scott ran over, looking at me worriedly, but I couldn't focus on that yet. I need it. "My book, I need my book!" I yelled over their questions, every new question hurt my head. I just want it all to stop. I grabbed my locket, running it along the chain as I tried to calm myself.

Stiles left my side, I assume to get me my book, while Scott brushed my hair off of my face. Any other time I would swoon at this act of affection but, right now I need to get these pictures out of my head. 

Stiles handed me my book and I began to sketch what I saw in my vision earlier and the dream. All of it scared me, why does this keep happening to me? Why do I see these things? What does it mean? 

I ripped the pages out of the book, the moment they were finished. I could feel all the anger in me, all the pain I've went through with these pictures. I crumpled up the paper and tossed it aside. I didn't stop their. Every drawing represented everything wrong with me, and I wanted it gone.