What if I Stayed? (Thiam Fic)

Chapter Twenty Four

Theo hated tests. Sure he didn't hate them with the same passion Malia did but he still wasn't a fan of them. His finger was still slightly back with ink as he flipped his pencil, fidgetting with it expertly. A habit he'd picked up from having to sit near Stiles constantly.

Speaking of which, Stiles had three pencils, one in his mouth and two in his hands. Theo wasn't sure but he thought he could maybe see a fouth and fifth behind Stiles' ears. Jesus Christ. Malia had picked up his habits and had one pencil in her mouth while she fidgetted with the other pencil. Isaac was biting his eraser while Scott seemed to have been frozen stiff except for his bouncing knee.

It felt dumb to be doing a test while there was an actual deadpool with their names on it and the fact that Derek was the latest password but Scott insisted. Of course he did, the goddamn nerd, Theo cursed Scott inside his head for making him do this. From the look on Malia's face, she was too.

"Where is Mr. Finstock? We need to start." The man snapped at Ms. Martin, checking his watch as she walked back in the room.

"He's uh, not doing too well." Theo heard her heart skip. Liar. "We can grab another teacher-"

"There's no time." The man seemed to have something up his ass because he sounded like a whiny little bitch to Theo, "We'll grab a secondary teacher during the break. I'll monitor this section."

"Alright." 

"You may begin." As if those words were magic, everyone started sorting through their papers, the room filled with the sound of pencils to paper and teeth biting flesh. Theo was surprised on how many answers he knew. Thank God for Lydia's notes. 

It was only a few minutes when some girl, Sydney or something, fell out of her chair. Normally, this would've caused Theo to burst out laughing but there was something off about her. Sydney was the nerdy, quiet, stressed out of her mind kid. Fainting during a test? That was more of a him thing to do.

"Sydney! Are you okay?" Ms. Martin rushed over, helping her back to her feet. Sydney responded with a faint nod, clearly not okay.

"Is everything all right over there Ms. Martin?" The whiny man asked, looking over his desk with piqued interest. 

"Uh fine." She suddenly looked like a ghost had smacked her across the face, "Sydney, how long have you had this?" Ms. Martin was holding the girl's wrist pointing to a weird patch on her skin.

"This morning. I think it's a rash. I'm fine." Sydney sat back in her chair but Lydia's mom looked worried. Like very worried. Theo heard her heart speed up.

"I need to check something." She hurried out of the room, "I'll be back." Before the other teacher could argue, she was gone.

Theo's eyes met with Scott's and Stiles', all of them knowing that something was up. Really up. Isaac had his eyes closed, trying to overhear whatever was happening and Malia? Well, Malia looked like the God's had blessed her.

"Get out! Go! Don't come in!" Ms. Martin screeched, her feet thudding against the cool hallways floor. Theo hadn't been trying to overhear anything, it was like... like it was happening without his knowledge. 

"Something's wrong." Scott muttered as student stood up, walking around. 

"No shit sherlock." Theo shot back, grabbing his ears as they filled with all the noises you could possibly find in a school. There was murmuring, papers rustling, breathing, feet hitting the floors and teeth gritting. This was like a personal Hell.

"Are you okay?" Isaac asked Theo, touching his shoulder. Theo gave a sharp nod, trying to ignore how everything rang and echoed inside his head. Maybe it was just a headache.

"What do you guys think this is?" Stiles asked, tapping his fingers on the desk, like a detective on the case. 

"A gift from God?" Malia suggested, smiling widely.

"No this is some form of virus. That's why Ms. Martin was freaking out so badly." Scott shook his head, like he was trying to get something out of his head.

"Think someone would sabotage this test?" Scott raised his eyebrow as all them turned to face Malia.

"Don't look at me. I can't even pass basic science." Malia threw her hands off as mutters of agreement filled their small group. Malia took a second, listening to something before continuing. "Also, they just called some quarantine government people. They'll be here soon."

"Great." Theo groaned, sitting down. "Just great."

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It wasn't even fifteen minutes later when Theo felt his claws slide out of his hand, the same protruding feeling he'd felt a million times. He tried to retract them but there was something wrong with him.

"What the fuck?" He grumbled, shoving his hands into his pocket and speeding towards the men's bathroom in a desperate attempt to get away. This hadn't happened to him since he was bit. He'd learned control pretty easily, so why was he losing it now?

As he burst through the door, Theo looked at Scott in surprise. He was bent over the bathroom sink, heaving and panting. Theo saw that he was holding the white cermanic bowl so tightly, it was cracking. Bad signs. Very bad signs.

"Scott?" Scott whipped his head around to look at him, eyes blazing red. "Woah dude. Your eyes- put those away!"

"I can't." Scott responded, his voice sounding nearly animalistic as he spoke, his jaw tightening and relaxing repeatedly. "I- I can't stop it."

"My claws are doing the same thing." Theo's voice might've gone up an octave or two as he pulled his hands out of his pockets, showing off the razor sharp claws that stuck out of the tips of his fingers. It hurt a little bit, which was weird. "Dude. We need to get help."

As if on cue, Isaac, Stiles, Malia and Mr. Yukimura opened the bathroom doors, staring at the two werewolves with wide eyes. Malia was growling with sharp teeth and blue eyes while Isaac's claws and teeth stuck out like sore thumbs. Stiles looked sick, like the Nogitsune had repossesed him. Theo thought it was best to keep that comparison to himself.

"It's all of you?" Mr. Yukimura, Kira's father, spoke loudly. Much too loudly for Theo's liking. "Could this have anything to do with the deadpool?"

"Like a biological weapon?" Stiles asked as a wave of pain suddenly hit Theo, casuing him to double over. He grabbed his stomach, as if he was about to heave and vomit all over someone. This was not good.

"Satomi's pack." Theo hissed out through gritted teeth, "They were killed by something. Sickness."

"A virus designed to kill werewolves." Stiles said, his face going even more pale. "And you guys are the target."