Inferno - Stiles Stilinski

Chapter 16

"Stiles, give me your phone." Scott instructs.

After Stiles hands over the phone, Scott dials a number, then waits for an answer.

Allison picks up following a few rings, "Stiles?"

"No, it's me. Where are you?"

"I'm in the school looking for you. Why weren't you at my place?"

Oh yeah, I forgot they were "studying."

"Where are you right now?"

"On the first floor..."

"Where? Where are you exactly?" Scott begins to get frantic.

"The swimming pools."

"Give me that." I jerk the phone away from Scott with a roll of my eyes, "Hey Ally, it's me, get to the lobby please. As fast as you possibly can! It's really important!"

"Ok. Ok, I'm coming."

I end the call and give Stiles his phone back, while glaring at my brother, "See, now was that so hard?"

Scott shoots me an annoyed look and takes off towards the lobby, leaving me and Stiles to weakly trail behind him. Then he busts through the door to the lobby, immediately attacking Allison with questions, "Why did you come? What are you doing here?"

"...Because you asked me to?"

"He what?" I speak up, remembering that Scott hadn't even had the chance to get a new phone since Derek insensitively broke his.

She pulls out her phone and shows us the screen with a message from an unknown number that reads:

'Meet me at the school. URGENT -Scott'

That's not creepy at all.

"Why do I get the feeling you didn't send this?"

"Because I didn't." Scott grimly confirms.

"Did you drive here?" Stiles asks.

"Jackson did." She responds.

"What?! Jackson is here?!" I shout.

"And Lydia."

Oh no, no, no, no, no, no, NO! This is NOT happening.

"What's going on? Who sent this text?" Allison gets another phone call and after she answers it with, "Where are you?"

Lydia and Jackson strut through another set of double doors leading to the lobby. Upon seeing us, the red head nervously exhales, "Finally. Can we go now?"

Suddenly there's a heavy thud heard from the ceiling above us.

We all start to look up, Allison grabs Scott's hand and I instinctively grab Stiles'.

Scott yells, "RUN" just as the alpha falls through the ceiling and onto the ground.

The six of us run as fast as we can, as far away as we can, and end up in the cafeteria. Jackson and Scott bolt the doors closed and start moving a huge milk refrigerator in front of them, when I happen to look to my left and notice a big problem. I shake Stiles' hand, and point to the windows, "Uh, Sti—"

"Scott, wait. Not here—" Stiles tries to talk.

"What was that? Scott, what was that?" Allison questions.

"What came out of the ceiling?" Lydia almost sounds like she's going to cry...

"Will you just help me?" Scott huffs at the two girls, "The chairs—stack the chairs."