𝑹𝒆𝒅𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒚
(𝗻.) 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻 𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻
Naya Argent is the kind of a girl you want to be friends with or at least have by your side. She's kind, loyal, stubborn, and sarcastic. When she overhears two boys talking...
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(Pretend her eyes are glowing yellow—amber)
Episode: Night School
"𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐈𝐓! 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐈𝐓!" 𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐓𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐔𝐓 as the teens held the school doors shut.
"Do I look like I have a key?" Stiles exasperated questioned from being under pressure.
"Grab something!" Scott remarked while Naya shook her head at them; getting a headache from their panicky bickering.
"What?"
"Anything!"
Naya blew air out of her nose in annoyance "Both of you shut up!" Naya snapped. Scott went to retort but stopped when he noticed how silent Stiles was; he looked to see his best friend had his eyes locked on something from the outside. Both Scott and Naya followed his gaze to see he was staring at a pair of bolt cutters.
"No." Scott said, shaking his head.
"Yes!"
"Hell no. Are you stupid? Do you wanna die?" Naya protested, grabbing onto his shoulder. Stiles looked at her hand than her face before hastily yet gently took her hand off of him and slipped outside the doors. "Idiot boy." She whispered as her and Scott watched Stiles make his way towards the bolt cutters. When he grabbed them that's when they noticed the alpha by Stiles' Jeep.
Scott banged on the window, "Run! Stiles!" He yelled. Stiles glanced at them before turning around to see the alpha. His body froze as it was filled with fear. "Stiles!" The sound of Naya shouting his name made him turn away from the alpha and rush inside the school. He put the bolt cutters in between the door handles. "Where is it? Where did it go?" Scott questioned, looking for the alpha as the teenagers searched for it. Upon not seeing the alpha made them back away from the doors.
"That won't hold it, will it?" Scott rhetorically asked, looking between Stiles, Naya, and the doors.
"Probably not." Stiles replied with a grimace. They turned around analyzing the dark halls of the school. A deep howl made them jump and run.
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Scott, Stiles, and Naya ran into a classroom. Naya leaned on a desk to catch her breath; she may be fit but that doesn't mean she likes running. "The desk!" She watched as Scott and Stiles went on each side of a teacher's desk. They started to move the desk but it was screeching. "Stop, stop. The door's not gonna keep it out." Stiles said, letting go of the desk.
"I know." Scott sighed, looking down.
"It's your boss." Stiles blurted. Scott snapped his head towards Stiles.
