Teen Wolf | Love. Be Afraid.

CHAPTER THIRTY| Panic

WRITTEN: March 23-26, 2022
EDITED: June 23, 2022

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"Lock it!" Scott yelled as they made it into the school.  "Lock it!"

            "Do I look like I have a key?" Stiles shot back.

            "Grab something!" Scott ordered; panic laced in his voice.

            "What?"

            "Anything!"

            Stiles' eyes cleared.  He had an idea.  A very stupid idea.  Stiles stood and looked outside through the tiny window of the door.  His eyes landed on the bolt cutters lying about six feet away from the door.

            Scott stood up next to him, looking out the other door's window.  He saw what Stiles was thinking.

            "No," he said, looking at his best friend.

            "Yes," Stiles countered, shoving the flashlight into Scott's chest.

            "Stiles, no, don't."

            Stiles, of course, did not listen to Scott's pleas.  Pushing open the door, he slipped out and glanced around.  Nothing was in sight.  Stiles quietly squatted and picked up the bolt cutters.

            "Come back, come back!" Scott muffled voice sounded from behind him, his hands pounding on the doors.  "Stiles!"

            Stiles looked towards his jeep and saw the Alpha crouched next to it.  The beast growled and launched forward, racing towards Stiles.  With the bolt cutters in hand, Stiles ran back to the door, slipping into the building, and thrusting the handles of the tool in between the push bars of the two doors.  They both peaked outside.

            "Where is it?" Scott said when they saw nothing.

            Stiles took the flashlight from Scott sweaty hands, shining it through the window.

            "Where'd it go?" Scott panted.

            With chests heaving, the boys backed away from the doors, the flashlight trained on them.

            "That won't hold, will it?" Scott said, looking at the bolt cutters scissored between the doors.

            "Probably not," Stiles answered, his wide hazel eyes staring at Scott.

            Scott glanced down the hallway they were currently standing in as a howl sounded from outside.  With one glance at each other, Stiles and Scott ran down the hallway and darted into the closest classroom.

            "The desk," Stiles said frantically.

            With one boy on either side, they began to push the desk towards the door to barricade it.  The wood screeched on the tile flooring.

            "Shh!" Stiles sounded.  "Stop, stop."

            Both stood still.

            "The door's not gonna keep it out."

            "I know," Scott breathed.

            "It's your boss," Stiles said.

            "What?" Scott stated, eyes snapping to Stiles.

            "Deaton, the Alpha?" Stiles clarified.  "Your boss."

            "No," Scott defended.