Yours (Stiles Stilinski)

Chapter Sixteen

It was incredibly dark as Scott and I made our way down to the office. We quietly walked down the stairs, and I held on to the arm of his jacket, as he lead the way.

"Hey, you remember when we broke into our elementary school in middle school?" I whispered, as we made our way through the gym. He chuckled and nodded, the only sound to be heard was our feet.

"Yea, Stiles' dad grounded us all for a whole month, and boy, Mom was angry. And dad was-"

"Dad doesn't matter," I said, gripping his jacket tighter, holding the glass bottle in my other hand. Scott let out a sigh, but then smiled again.

"Oh man, and you were so upset that we all couldn't hang out. I always knew you'd had a little crush on Stiles," Scott whispered thoughtfully. I stopped in the middle of the gym. I looked at him with pursed lips.

"I do not."

"Y/n, we literally could be attacked any second now. Keep walking," he said, pulling my arm forward. I rolled my eyes, and he looked back at me. "You totally do. Your heart beats a million times faster when he's around, and I know that because I live with you," he said blatantly. My face flushed, and he turned back with a grin. "Like right now," he said as we stood in front of the office. I felt something drop on my face, like water. He looked at me with wide eyes, and I touched my face with my free hand. When I looked down at it, through the darkness I could see the color red. I then noticed the metallic smell that hung in the air. We both looked up slowly as more blood dripped on both of our faces. I fell backwards on my ass, holding the bottle to my chest, and let out a gasp.

"Oh-oh my god," I wheezed, as I saw the mutilated body of the janitor. Scott's eyes widened with horror, and we scrambled up. Scott looked at me and I pointed at the keys. He quickly grabbed them from his dead body, and we heard a growl. I looked up and met eyes with the Alpha who was stalking our way. I look over at Scott, and I grip the bottle tightly in my hands.

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*Stiles POV*

"Jackson, you handed me the sulfuric acid, right? It has to be sulfuric acid. It won't ignite if it's not," Lydia said. I ran my hands over my hair impatiently. I should've gone with them. I don't know why I even let Y/n leave. Why did Scott even take her? I tapped a foot impatiently, trying to call my dad again.

"I gave you exactly what you asked for tonight," Jackson snapped, as per usual. What a dick.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm sure you did," Lydia said gently. I looked up for a moment and focused on the bottle on the table. Something didn't feel right. Come on guys... Hurry up. I thought desperately.

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"Come on, buddy. Get a little closer," Scott coaxed. The beast stalked towards us, and I took a deep breath, stilling my nerves.

"Over here asshole!" I shouted. I threw the glass bottle at him, and it shattered in his eyes. He let out a howl of pain, but nothing ignited. No fire, no burning. I look over at Scott with wide eyes. "Oh shit," I said, grabbing his arm and booking it down the hallway. We didn't get far before he was pulled away from me. I looked back to see him being dragged back by his legs. "Scott!" I screamed. I punched into the glass of the trophy case, and grabbed the biggest one I could carry.

I ran back towards them and hit the beast over its head. It slammed one paw into my chest, throwing me back several feet. It put one clawed hand on Scott's face, and it let out the loudest roar I'd ever heard. Louder than anything Scott had ever done. I covered my ears, curling up in a ball. Then, it was over, but the panic didn't rest as I heard Scott groaning in pain. His groans slowly grew into shouts, as he twitched and twisted on the floor of the hallway.