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#13 Stiles Stilinski & Scott McCall - Trigger Happy

Warnings: gun violence

Y/n POV
Considering my current situation, I come to find it really ironic how, both, my brother and my boyfriend said they wanted me to not go along with the pack today because I would be safer in school. I mean, it started out as a normal day until I went to the bathroom during my free period. I was about to finish up and walk out when I heard loud noises coming from inside the school.

.....Gun shots.

Gun shots, followed by the many' screams of the students and staff whom are living in this nightmare.

Fear ran through my body as I realized what was going on and, since, I knew that it would basically be suicide if I ran out of the bathroom, I rushed into one of the stalls, locked the door, and squatted on the toilet. I didn't really know what else to do. I mean, werewolves and banshees are one thing, but this? This is an act being done by a human, and mankind is the most deadliest and dangerous creature out there.

I could feel every inch of my body shaking with fear. I could feel the stream of tears flowing down my face as I hoped and begged for this nightmare to end. As far as I know, that is, if they find me here, I might be just one of the many being dragged out of here in a body bag. I didn't want to have that thought, but I did. I did, and that terrifies the shit out of me.

However, if that is the case, I have one thing I need to do. I can't call him because it might compromise my position, but I can text him. So, with shaky hands, I reached from behind me, grabbed my phone out of my jean pocket, and located my messages to text my boyfriend 'I love you.'

I wish I wouldn't be doing this over text, but I need him to know just in case I don't make out of this alive because we haven't said it, yet. We haven't said 'I love you' to each other, yet, and I just need Stiles to know.

Stiles' POV
After settling things with the new threat in town, we have finally left the location we were at and are currently making our way back home in Roscoe. I was exhausted after today's trip and I just wanted to get home as quickly as I can.

At the moment, the ride home was silent amongst the pack. All that could be heard is the radio softly playing in the background and, later, the ringer on my phone going off, signifying I got a text message.

Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out my phone and handed it to Scott.

"Hey, can you read to me what that says?" I asked, so I could remain focused on driving.

Grabbing the phone out of my hand, he proceeds to read the text.

"'I love you,'" he replies.

"What?" I say in confusion.

"'I love you.' That's what the text says."

"Is there more to it or is it just 'I love you?'"

"It's just 'I love you.' Flat out. No exclamation point, no emoji, no pet name she has given you."

"She?"

"Yeah, man. It's my sister."

Y/n? Why would she text the first 'I love you' through text? Does she actually love me if she only has the guts to do it over text? Did someone dare her to do it? Did someone take her phone and send the text?

"Okay, text her back sayi-" I started to say before I get interrupted.

"Holy shit, guys," Lydia exclaimed.

"What? What is it?" I questioned her.

"It's the school," she proceeded to say. "Someone shot up the place leaving, countless of students and staff, dead or injured."