This Changes Everything {Book 1-S1}

Celabimus Et Quaeris {S1-Epi 7-Pt 2}

{Latin ^ Meaning Hide and Seek} Wednesday, February 2nd 2011 {Day 25}

{Words: 4144}

At the Argent residence, in the meantime, Allison walks down the sidewalk, scanning the street from end to end while waiting for Scott. As her phone rings, she brings it to her ear.

Jackson's voice comes through with a low tone. "Lydia says we're on our way to pick you up."

"Please don't," Allison groans.

"He'll be there shortly, I'm sure. He's only..." She quickly glances at her phone, "...26 minutes late."

Lydia takes a deep breath and sighs. "Do you hear what I'm saying? He's only 26 minutes late," she repeats, emphasizing the point. "It's when he's drunk that he really beats me. Slippery slope, Allison. Slippery slope."

Jackson maintains his low voice. "We're coming to get you."

"No," Allison sighs.

With a sigh, Jackson pulls up, feeling it's too late. Surprisingly, his window is already rolled down.

His face has oddly lost its pale complexion, and his cheeks now radiate a youthful glow.

"Lydia gets what Lydia wants," Jackson says quietly, smiling. Allison looks down the road once again, still waiting for Scott to appear.

"Come on, climb in," Jackson nods. "We can go to his house and see if he's around." Allison finally lets out a hesitant sigh. However, just as she opens the rear door, her phone vibrates.

Lydia sighs and rolls her eyes. "Is that him, with the most brilliant justification for why he's half an hour late?" Allison examines her phone with a perplexed expression.

"Not exactly," Allison says, shaking her head.

Back in school, Scott, Stiles, and Morwen rush towards the exit at the end of the hall, their feet racing across the floor. They press down and push forward simultaneously, reaching for the fire doorknobs. The doors slide open slightly but abruptly clang into an obstruction behind them. They hear the same metallic sound as they attempt to push again. There is something blocking the doors on the other side.

"What the hell?" sneers Stiles. Scott glances through the gap in the door, his pupils dilating. Meanwhile, Morwen begins to pace casually back and forth.

"It's a dumpster," Scott says, his voice tense.

"A garbage dumpster," Morwen mutters, swallowing hard. They all take a few steps back.

"He pushed it in front of the doors," Scott nods.

"To trap us in," Stiles grumbles.

Stiles backs into the door, attempting to lift himself off the ground and move the dumpster blocking it.

"Help me," Stiles says softly, his voice filled with determination. He bangs his head against the dumpster repeatedly as he tries to pry it open.

"Stiles, stop," Scott and Morwen say in unison.

"I'm not dying here," Stiles desperately shakes his head.

"I'm not dying in school," Morwen scoffs, fiddling with their fingers.

"We're not going to die," Scott says, rolling his eyes slightly, trying to reassure them.

"Then what's it doing?" Stiles asks, his eyes darting around at Scott.