"Call the cops," Jackson states.
"No," Stiles shakes his head.
"What-- What do you mean no?" Jackson questions.
"I mean no. You want to hear it in Spanish? No," Stiles repeats. They stare at him in shock. "Look, Derek killed three people, okay? We don't know what he's armed with."
"Your dad is armed with an entire sheriff's department. Call him," Jackson points out.
"I'm calling him," Lydia says before reaching into her bag.
"No, Lydia, would you just hold on a second--," Stiles starts when Jackson pushes him back.
"Hey!" I snap as I storm over to the pair. "I'm really in mood for this right now. I would suggest you back off," I warn Jackson.
"Yes, we're at Beacon Hills High School. We're trapped, and we need you to...," Lydia starts to explain before trailing off. "But..." My brows furrow as she lowers her phone. "She hung up on me."
"The police hung up on you?" Allison questions.
"She said they got a tip warning them that there are gonna be prank calls about a break-in at the high school. She said if I call them again, they're gonna trace it and have me arrested," Lydia explains.
"Okay, then call again," Allison urges.
"No, they won't trace a cell. And they'll send a car to your house before they send anyone here," Stiles admits.
"What the... What... What is this?" Allison gasps. "Why does Derek want to kill us? Why is he killing anyone?"
I slowly look over at Scott and raise a brow. "Why's everyone looking at me?" Scott asks.
"Is he the one who sent her that text?" Lydia asks.
"No. I mean, I-I don't know."
"Is he the one who called the police?" Allison questions.
"I don't know!" Scott exclaims.
"All right, everyone shut up and listen to me," I snap. They direct their attention to me. "Just because Scott... knows Derek killed all the people that've died doesn't mean he knows why he's doing this, why he's trying to kill us, or anything else related to that," I start. "Personally, I think it's more important that we get the hell out of here in one piece," I continue. "Now, it's clear that none of us know what the hell's going on, so instead of pointing fingers and looking at one person for the answers, let's work together on finding a way out, huh?" They slowly nod, and I huff. "Good. Glad we're on the same page."
Stiles pulls Scott aside, and they talk for a while before Jackson speaks. "Okay, assheads. New plan." Scott and Stiles look over at him. "Stiles calls his useless dad and tells him to send someone with a gun and a decent aim. Are we good with that?"
Everyone looks at each other, and I walk over to them. "He's right. Tell him the truth if you have to, just--just call him," Scott nods.
"I'm not watching my dad get eaten alive," Stiles states quietly. He shakes his head.
"All right, give me the phone," Jackson snaps as he starts toward Stiles.
Stiles spins around and punches him in the nose. Jackson stumbles back, and I raise my brows. "Jackson!" Allison exclaims as she rushes over to him. "Are you okay?" He looks at her. "Hey, are you okay?"
"It's one punch. He'll live. Jesus," I roll my eyes.
God, teenagers are so dramatic.
Stiles reaches into his pocket and pulls his phone out. "Dad, hey, it's me. And it's your voicemail. Look, I need you to call me back now. Like, right now."
Suddenly, it bangs against the doors, and we back away from it. "We're at school, okay? We're at the school." It keeps banging against the door, and it starts to knock the locks out. "The kitchen, the door out of the kitchen leads to the stairwell."
"Which only goes up," Scott reminds him.
"Up is better than here."
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"You Don't Know Me" || Derek Hale
Fanfiction"Why? You don't even know him." "You don't even know me." "You barely know him, Cassie!" "You barely know me." They went from barely knowing each other to falling in love.
