Stand By Me

07

Scott, Stiles and Peyton ran into the school.

"Lock it, lock it!" Scott cried.

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

"Grab something!"

"What?"

"Anything!"

Peyton ignored the boys and felt around, finding a bar to bolt the door with. When she turned, Stiles was beginning to make his way outside.

"No," Scott said.

"Yes."

"Stiles, no, don't."

Stiles ignored his friend and went outside. He grabbed the bolt cutters.

Scott noticed the Alpha and cried, "Run! Stiles! Stiles!"

Stiles ran inside and Peyton shut the doors.

"Where is it?" Scott asked, noticing that the Alpha had disappeared. "Where did it go?" Peyton and Stiles bolted the door. "That won't hold, will it?"

"Probably not," Stiles admitted.

"Help me move this desk."

"Stop, stop. The door's not gonna keep it out."

"I know."

Stiles looked at his friend. "It's your boss."

"What?"

"Deaton, the alpha? Your boss."

"No."

Peyton frowned. "And exactly what proof do you have?"

"Yes, murdering psycho werewolf," Stiles said. "Peyton, he disappeared from the back of Derek's car."

"That can't be," Scott stated.

"Oh come on. Like I told Peyton, he disappears, and that thing shows up ten seconds later to toss Derek 20 feet through the air? That's not convenient timing?"

Peyton crossed her arms and frowned. "It's not him."

"He killed Derek."

"No, Derek's not dead," Scott said. "He can't be dead."

"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?"

"We get to my Jeep, we get out of here, you seriously think about quitting your job, good?"

Scott tried opening the window and Peyton shook her head before saying, "No, they don't open. School's climate-controlled."

"Then we break it," Scott reasoned.

"Which will make a lot of noise," Stiles told him.

"Then, uh, then we run really fast. Really fast." Scott peeked out the window. "Stiles, what's wrong with the hood of your Jeep?"

"What do you mean? Nothing's wrong."

"It's bent."

"What, like, dented?"

"No, it's bent."

Stiles looked outside at his Jeep and saw he was right. "What the hell-" An object flew through the window and Stiles quickly shielded Peyton, not noticing that something cut her arm. "That's my battery." He started poking his head up again.

"Don't," Scott warned.

"We have to move."

"He could be right outside."