After all, she did ignore him two other times.
               Reluctantly, Brietta slowed her pace and slowly turned to face Scott, "Hey, Scott..." She pulled out her headphones and tucked them in her pocket with her phone, "I thought that was you."
               Scott stared at her blankly, "I know you heard me. Your music's been off for a while."
               Brietta scoffs out a small breath as her eyebrows knitted, "How did you...?" Wordlessly, Scott tapped his ears, earning a small grumble from Brietta. 
               "I, uh," Brietta scratched the back of her neck, "forgot about that..."
               "Brietta, what's going on?" Scott asked softly, his voice filled with genuine care. "You've been avoiding us."
              Brietta's resolve wavered as she met Scott's earnest gaze, "I...I'm not avoiding you guys."
              Scott tilted his head with a frown, "You are. You have been for the past two days."
              Brietta inhaled deeply as she considered his words. It was true; she'd been avoiding him and Stiles since they left her house after their sleepover. She just couldn't look at them without remembering...
              Stiles's fingers tightened their grip on her hip, anchoring them in the moment as the world faded into insignificance. Her eyelids fluttered shut in response, sealing off the outside world as their connection deepened.
               As Brietta felt fingernails scrape against her skin, she pulled away from the kiss, her eyes still closed. The hand on her ass pulls away and moves over to her cheek, caressing it.
               Brietta's eyes flutter open and her breath catches in her throat, "Scott?"
               Like Stiles, Scott doesn't speak either, and instead leans into her, his lips ghosting over hers. 
              Yeah...that.
              Brietta flushes at the dream and shakes her head, attempting to shake away the dream. "Yeah, I just..." Brietta paused to try to scrounge up a lie—maybe use the bus driver's death as an excuse—but Scott spoke up, "Don't lie to me, Brelly. Please."
              Brietta stares at him like a deer in headlights. How exactly is she supposed to tell him that she had a sex dream starring him and his best friend?
              "Uh..." Brietta stared at him before pursing her lips. Luckily, a loud honk sounds behind them, followed by a bunch of other honks. The unexpected noise startled them, breaking the tension in the air and diverting their attention. 
              They both turn around to see a line of cars trying to leave the school's parking lot. At the beginning of the line was a blue Jeep.
              "Stiles," Scott and Brietta both sighed before they approached the line of cars to investigate further. As they drew closer, they could see the frustration etched on the faces of the drivers, all stuck in a slow-moving queue because of Stiles.
              However, as they get closer, their eyes widen as they see Derek swaying in front of Stiles' stopped Jeep. 
              Scott groans and mutters under his breath as well, "Oh, no, no, no! No, not here!"
              Scott and Brietta run toward Stiles' Jeep just as Derek's legs give out from under him and cause him to collapse onto the pavement in front of Stiles' stalled Jeep. In the driver's seat, Stiles throws up his arms in exasperation, "You've gotta be kidding me. This guy's everywhere!"