Touch | Lydia Martin

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ ꜰɪᴠᴇ

"If only it were that easy."

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They quickly reach the first open science classroom, Scott quickly grabbing a stool and putting it over the handle so the alpha can't get in.

"Oh, my god..." Lydia whispers in a shaky voice, making Charlotte turn to her worriedly.

"Hey, Jackson? How many people can fit in your car?" Scott asks.

"Five, if someone can squeeze on someone's lap." Jackson replies.

"Five? I barely fit in the back!" Allison whisper yells incredulously.

"It doesn't matter, we're not gonna get out of here without drawing attention." Stiles sighs.

"Well, what about this? This leads to the roof, we can go through the fire escape and get to the parking lot in seconds." Scott tells Stiles.

"That's a deadbolt." Stiles shakes his head.

"I can use my strength." Scott shrugs.

"In front of this many people? Really?" Charlotte asks, standing next to Stiles when Lydia goes to Jackson for comfort.

"The janitor has a key." Scott realises.

"You mean is body has it." Stiles' eyebrows raise.

"I can get it, I'll find him by scent. By blood." Scott tells them.

"Well, gee Scott, that sound like and incredibly terrible idea, anything else you got?" Stiles asks.

"I'll come with you-" Charlotte starts.

"No, because if the alpha comes here whilst I'm gone, at least you can protect them." Scott shakes his head.

"Okay that's actually a pretty smart idea, but what if you get hurt?" Charlotte asks him.

"I'll heal." Scott shrugs.

"You can't if you're dead." Charlotte shakes her head.

"I'm going to get the key." Scott speaks louder, gaining the attention of Allison, Lydia and Jackson.

"Are you serious?" Allison asks him.

"Yeah, it's the best plan, someone has to go and get that key. We need to get out of here." Scott nods, about to go to the door, but Allison stops him.

"No, you can't go out there unarmed." Allison shakes her head.

Scott looks around, picking up a pointer stick from near the board, making everyone send him a look.

"It's better than nothing." Scott sighs.

"No, there's gotta be something else-" Stiles starts.

"There is." Lydia cuts him off, making everyone turn to her.

They follow her line of sight to the glass cupboard full of chemicals.

"What are we gonna do? Throw acid at him?" Stiles asks her incredulously, making Charlotte send him a look.

"No, something more like a firebomb. In there is everything you need to make a self igniting Molotov cocktail." Lydia explains, making Charlotte smile a little.

"Self igniting..?" Stiles asks.

"Molotov cocktail." Lydia repeats slowly before she sees the look Jackson is giving her.

"What? I read it somewhere." Lydia tells him.

"Well, we don't have a key for that either." Stiles sighs.