Dandelions (On Hold)

Night School

"Lock it! Lock it!" Scott repeated panicked.

"Do I look like I have a key?" Stiles asked exasperated.

"Grab something!" Scott yelled.

"What?" Stiles asked slightly annoyed.

"Anything!" Scott emphasized as Stiles stood up and looked outside the doors.

Scott stood up and looked to see what Stiles was looking at, his eyes wide in realization. I peaked my head around to see outside, and saw the bolt cutters.

"No." Scott told him worried as Stiles stood up a little straighter getting ready to go outside.

"Yes!" He replied shoving the flashlight into Scott's chest.

"Stiles, no! Don't--!" Scott warned him as Stiles completely disregarded him and crept outside.

"How about we think before we tell him to just grab anything," I said giving Scott a pointed look.

We both watched as Stiles made it to the bolt cutters, not seeing any sign of the alpha. Just as Stiles turned to us, I saw him creeping out from behind the Jeep.

"Run! Stiles! Stiles!" I yelled at him as the alpha started running at him. I opened the door just enough for Stiles to slip in before I pulled the door shut behind him and he placed the bolt cutters through the handles.

"Where is it? Where did it go?" Scott asked as they looked out of the windows once again.

"That won't hold, will it?" Scott asked after they had backed up from the door.

"Probably not." Stiles told him grimly making me roll my eyes.

"It definitely won't." I told them.

They looked around before we all heard a distant howl, from inside the building. All of us taking off at a sprint into a classroom.

"The desk!" Stiles said before Scott and him start to move it, making too much noise.

"Stop, stop. The door's not gonna keep it out." I tell both of them gesturing towards it.

"I know." Scott sighs.

"It's your boss." Stiles told him seriously.

"What?" Scott asked confused.

"Deaton? The Alpha? Your boss." Stiles rattled off in a duh tone.

"No." Scott denied shaking his head.

"Yes! Murdering psycho-Werewolf." Stiles leaned across the desk his voice dropping into a whisper yell to prove his point.

"That can't be..." Scott still continued to try and deny before Stiles cut him off.

"Oh, come on! He disappears, and that thing shows up ten seconds later to toss Derek twenty feet through the air? That's not convenient timing?"

"It's not him." Scott said determinedly.

"He killed Derek." I emphasized.

"No, Derek's not dead. He can't be dead." Scott shook his head in denial.

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

"Okay, just... What do we do?" Scott sighs.

"We get to my Jeep. We get out of here. You seriously think about quitting your job." Stiles tells him as I glance between the two knowing it wouldn't work.

"Good?" Stiles asked him as they walked over to the windows to look out.

Scott tried to get out of the window making me roll my eyes again and speak up. "No, they don't open. The school's climate-controlled."