Empathy ⌯ Stiles Stilinski

[18] the bite

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍
the bite

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( night school; pt.ii )

THIS night just keeps getting better and better. And by that Maddie means that there is no way that today can get any worse. It can't get any worse than finding out that Allison Argent is also in the school whilst you're trying to escape the basement from an alpha that probably holds a grudge against her family. It is bad enough that she has to worry about Stiles and Scott's survival alongside her own——they know what they're surviving against, Allison doesn't.

After Scott calls her on Stiles' phone, having lost his own——or the real reason of having it smashed into pieces by a now dead werewolf; r.i.p. Derek Hale——they organise to meet with Allison in the lobby.

Pushing the double doors open, Maddie hopes that her eyes aren't too red from crying, she's trying not to get Allison panicked. Relief settles in her upon seeing the girl unharmed as she walks through the other double doors on the other side of the lobby. Scott instantly runs up to her, badgering her with questions. "Why did you come here? What are you doing here?"

Allison looks at him in confusion. "Because you asked me to."

"I asked you to?" Scott echoes, glancing back at Maddie and Stiles who share their own muddled expressions.

There was no way that Scott could have sent the message, he doesn't have a phone to send one from. Maddie's pretty sure her phone's dead, she hadn't charged it when she got home——at that thought, she moves her hand to feel at her back pocket, heart stopping when she can't feel her phone. She pats the other pocket before searching her hoodie's front pocket. Oh, God, no. No, no, no. Her phone can't be gone. She looks behind her frantically, hoping that she might have just dropped it and that it isn't down in the basement or outside the school or in the locker room. She was so focused on surviving that she hadn't even checked if her phone was still with her.

Stiles looks at her, noticing her panic. He asks in a whisper, "Everything okay?"

She shakes her head, looking over to him with wide eyes. "I can't find my phone."

"Did you leave it in the—?"

"Look," Allison interrupts their side—conversation, showing her phone to Scott for him to read the message that he allegedly sent to her.

Scott: Meet me at the school. URGENT
8:57pm, Feb 2

"Why do I get the feeling that you didn't send this message?" Allison mutters nervously, noticing the lack of recognition in Scott's eyes.

Scott looks up from the phone, meeting her eyes. "Because I didn't."

Great, so not only has Allison arrived at the school at the least opportune time but someone's potentially led her here with the intent of, what, killing her? Making Scott suffer because his girlfriend's in danger? Whatever the reason, it's certainly made the situation more dire. Stiles brushes his hand over his mouth, sighing as he takes a step forward. "Look, did you drive here?"