Finally, she managed to secure a firm grip on one of the floor-mounted bars, using it as leverage. With a powerful kick to Scott's gut, she sent him flying backward, crashing into the emergency exit at the back of the bus.
              With some distance between them, Brietta scrambled to her feet and rushed toward the front door once more, desperation driving her. She slipped and tumbled down the short staircase leading to the front, crashing into the door. Her vision blurred as blood trailed down from her forehead.
              Frustration gripped her as she realized that the bus's door opened from the inside. Panic welled up as she struggled to make it budge without the bus being powered on. She whimpered in fear, turning her head to see that Scott had brutally torn one of the back seats from the floor.
              Desperation coursed through her as she pounded on the door, her efforts futile. Scott hurled the seat down the aisle, forcing her to press her body against the door to avoid being struck. Her bloody fingers barely squeezed through the narrow gap between the door and its frame, and just as she managed to pull it open, her bloodshot eyes locked onto Scott skulking closer. A scream of terror escaped her lips.
              Scott's vision was tinged red as he advanced toward the front door. Brietta had her fingers through the crack when he grabbed her face, his hand muffling her scream, and violently pulled her back, causing the door to slam shut once more.
              Seconds later, blood splattered against the door as Scott tore into her chest.
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"YOU KILLED HER?" Stiles fumed as soon as Scott explained the dream he had—well, he left out the part where they kissed and only voiced the part that terrified him. 
              Stiles opens the front doors to the school, letting them both in as Scott shrugs exasperatedly, "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."
              Stiles raises his eyebrows at Scott at this remark, "Really? I have," Stiles shrugs as he gestures with his hand to emphasize his words, "Usually ends a little differently."
              Scott glances over at Stiles, rolling his eyes, "A: I mean I've never had a dream that felt that real, and B..." Scott looks at Stiles with a disgusted expression, "Never give me that much detail about you in bed again. Especially when I know who you're dreaming about."
              Stiles shrugs, "Noted."
              When Stiles sees Scott sigh with a glum expression, he scoffs and tries to cheer him up, "Hey, come on! Everyone has nightmares, and they're scary because they feel real. Personally, I think you're handling this pretty freakin' amazingly. You know, it's not like there's a Lycanthropy for Beginners class you can take."
              Scott raises his hands at Stiles as though to say, seriously? before he frowns and thinks for a moment before getting an idea, "Yeah...not a class, but maybe a teacher."
              Stiles, already knowing who Scott is about to refer to, balks at this suggestion, "Who, Derek?"
              When Scott continued to stare at Stiles, Stiles sputtered incredulously before smacking him on the back of the head. "You forgetting the part where we got him tossed in jail?"