❛ forgive me if i stumble and fall. for i know now how to love too well. i am clumsy and my words do not form as i wish, so let me kiss you instead and let my lips paint for you. all the pictures that my clumsy heart cannot.❜
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EZRA pants as they stop to catch a breath. "Where is it? Where did it go?" Stiles asks, looking around. Scott pants, not sure.
The three boys back up, "That want hold up, will it?"
"Probably not." Stiles replies, glancing around.
"We should probably stop standing around." Ezra mutters. Before they can say anything, the sound of a howl inside the building catches them off guard. The three begin to sprint down a hall near by a class.
"The desk." Stiles says. Scott nods, the three begin to push it.
"It's your boss." Scott looks up from the desk, confused. "Deaton, the alpha? Your boss."
"No."
"Yes, murdering psycho werewolf."
Scott shakes his head, "That can't be." He attempts to argue.
Stiles scoffs. " Oh come on. He disappears, and that thing shows up ten seconds later to toss Derek twenty feet through the air." He shrugs sarcastically. "That's not convenient timing."
"It's not him."
Ezra sighs, running hand down his face. "Scott, he literally just killed Derek." He reasons, stepping closer.
"No, Derek's not dead." Scott argues, shaking his head in denial. "He can't be dead."
"Blood spurted out of his mouth! That wouldn't qualify as a 'minor injury'!" Stiles snaps as he air quotes. "He's dead and we're next."
"Okay, what do we do now?" Scott looks down with a sigh.
Stiles glanced at Ezra, who had a distant look on his face. Stiles gently put hand on his arm, getting Ezra out of his hazy phase. "We get to my jeep, and get out of here. You seriously thinking about quitting your job?" Stiles and Scott move to the windows.
Ezra finally looks up after staring back at the door. "They won't open easily, since the school is now climate–controlled." He reminds them, leaning against a desk.
"Then we break it." Scott replies.
"Which would make a lot of noise." Stiles adds, sending him a look.
Scott looks around the window. "Then, uh–then we run really fast." Scott let's out a frustrated sigh as he realizes just how far the car is from where they were. "Really fast, huh?" Ezra muttered. He walks closer to the window, widening his eyes. "Stiles, what's wrong with the hood of your jeep?"
