Temporary Fix >> S.S. & A.A.

xiii. Trapped in a High School With Two Teenage Boys

"Lock it, lock it!" I repeatedly demand the werewolf as we  all scramble into the double doors
of our high school.

"Do I look like I have a key?" Stiles furrows his eyebrows at me and waves his hands around spastically like usual.

"Grab something!" The werewolf shrieks at his best friend.

"What?" Stiles shrieks bag as he attempts to keep both doors locked with his own hands.

"Anything!" Scott shouts at the hyperactive teenage boy and I immediately see a spark ignite in Stiles' head. He has an idea, "No." And Scott already knows what it is.

"Yes." Stiles smirks and flings open the doors letting all of the cold air go through my body and making me shiver.

"Stiles, no, don't."

Holy shit.

"Run! Stiles! Stiles!" I start shouting at my best friend, warning him that the red eyed beast is approaching him and his jeep and worried that I might lose him forever.

Phew. He rushes back into the school and his body collides with mine. Not for a hug. Just because of the speed that he was running he couldn't stop himself.

"Where is it?" I ask him as I watch him try and bolt the doors together with some sort of car tool. Yeah, not very good with the details as I'm not the type to even drive a car. "Where did it go? That won't hold, will it?"

Stiles sighs and tilts his head to the side at the bolted door, "Probably not."

We all have the same idea and start zooming down the corridor to ahead by classroom for little safety. "What should we use to bolt this door?"

Stiles scans the empty classroom, "The desk." All three of us work together to push the teacher's desk in front of the door. "Stop, stop. The door's not gonna keep it out."

"I know." The teen wolf sighs.

"It's your boss."

"What?"

"Deaton, the alpha? Your boss."

"No."

"Yes, murdering psycho werewolf."

"That can't be." Scott whines.

Stiles, on the other hand, rolls his eyes and stares 'the obvious', "Oh come on. He disappears, and that thing shows up ten seconds later to toss Derek 20 feet through the air? That's not convenient timing?"

"It's not him." The teen wolf's breathing starts to increase in speed.

"He killed Derek." Stiles states.

"No, Derek's not dead. He can't be dead."

"Blood spurted out of his mouth, okay? That doesn't exactly qualify as a minor injury. He's dead, and we're next."

"Wow, so much for optimism, Stilinski." I roll my eyes at the boy.

"As if you are ever optimistic, Valet." Stiles comments and rolls his chocolate brown eyes back at me before turning his attention back onto the struggling werewolf.

"Okay, just- what do we do?" Scott stutters.

"We get to my jeep, we get out of here, you seriously think about quitting your job, good."

I reach for the windows to clamber out only to be stopped by a latte veiny hand meeting mine. I look up to see Stiles looking at me with a mix of frustration and awe. "No, they don't open. The school's climate-controlled."

"Then we break it." I insist, removing my hand from the teenage boys grip and aiming to punch through the glass. But again, Stiles stops me, holding my balled fist and slowly placing it at my side.

"Which will make a lot of noise." He whispers.

"Then, uh, then we run really fast." I add on in a 'duh' tone. "Really fast."

"Stiles, what's wrong with the hood of your jeep?" Scott calls out from behind us.

"What do you mean? Nothing's wrong." The human's eyebrows relax and he lets go of me.

"It's bent." The werewolf tells him.

All of a sudden the glass window falls to pieces which was caused by an unknown car piece flying through.

a/n:

I'm really sorry the chapters have been shorted recently. I have been trying to write as much as possible!

-iz