But I can't stand at all (stiam fanfic)

...doesn't mean you're not special

Hiiiiiiii!!!! I just saw my Art teacher...during summer...she was coming from the pool...wearing sunglasses....in my neighborhood....HOW DID I NOT KNOW THIS!?

"Listen up! As most of you have heard, we have a game coming up against Fortlake High! And if you lose, you'll have to fall asleep with me in your nightmares!" Coach yelled at them before he walked out of the locker room.

Stiles groans before sitting next to Scott. "Like we don't already have enough crap to worry about other than whether we'll see Coach in our nightmares," Stiles says, putting on his shoes.

"Tell me about it," Scott mutters.

"Liam." Stiles and Scott look to their left to see Isaac approaching Liam. Stiles groans.

"Hey Isaac." Liam smiles slightly, but it was obviously forced.

"Can I talk to you for a minute?" Isaac asks shyly.

Stiles rolls his eyes while Liam agrees. "Sure." He walks away with Isaac.

They walk out of the locker room leaving Stiles annoyed and worried. Scott looks at Stiles, concerned. "What's wrong with you?"

"Isaac."

"What?"

"He's just really pissing me off."

"Have you talked to him about it?" Scott suggests.

Stiles scoffs. "Why bother. He'll probably just piss me off again."

"Look genius, I know Isaac. And if he does something wrong, he'll want to make it right again. Trust me." Scott pats Stiles' shoulder and gets up to walk out of the locker room along with most of the team.

While the team piles out, Kira pushes herself in, smiling at us as she did so.

"Thought I'd meet you guys in here," she says. Scott stops walking and smiles at her awkwardly. Kira looks down. "Hi Scott," she mutters to the floor.

"Hey! You guys wanna get some food?" Scott suggests, not fazed by Kira's awkwardness. Stiles and Kira nod and Scott heads to the door and opens it.

Or he tries.

Scott tries to grab the doorknob but he keeps bumping into the nothingness right in front of him.

"What's wrong?" Stiles asks.

He pushes his hands against the invisible barrier. "Mountain ash," he whispers.

Stiles stands up and Kira follows him. "I can't find it," he says, searching the area. "Scott I don't see it!"

"Look harder!" Scott says, also looking around.

Kira walks up and tries to open the door, but when she touches the doorknob she yanks her hand back viciously. "Ow!"

Stiles and Scott look at Kira's hand to see that the flesh was gone and her hand smelled like an over cooked ham. "What the hell?" Stiles mutters.

He walks toward the door and touches it. Scott sees him. "Stiles wait!" But Stiles already jerked his hand away.

He walked toward Scott. "It's cold. And the door's rougher than usual."

Kira walks over to them. "You touched it longer than me," she says. She grabs Stiles' hand and licks it. He jerks away.

"Ow! Jesus!" Stiles says under his breath.

"Salt!" she says. "It's salt."

Scott growls angrily. "Salt and ice...you've got to be kidding me."

"There's something else in there," Kira says, interrupting.

Stiles sighs and licks his hand again, flinching. "Ugh. Gross...wait. It's some sort of chemical. I've tasted this before..."

"You have?" Kira and Scott say in sync.

"Yeah. It's a substance that intensifies certain things. In this case, pain."

"I don't understand. Why would they lock us in here but not try to kill us?" Kira asks.

Stiles' heart almost stops. "Liam," he says. "They want Liam! They want their book back! We need to get out of here!" Stiles rushes towards the door but Scott and Kira hold him back.

"No! Stiles! Stay back!" Scott says. Stiles pulls out of their grasp and knocks on the door ferociously.

"Help! Help! Let us out! Let us out of here!" Stiles bangs on the door until the pain is unbearable. He pulls away, yelling in agony.

Scott and Kira put him in the showers and try to rinse off his severely burned hands. "Ahhhh!" Stiles tries to scream hoarsely. "We need to find Liam!" he repeats.

"Is there any other way out of here?" Kira asks Scott. He shakes his head no. "All we can do is hope for the best."

Stiles breathes heavily. "Maybe...if you haven't noticed...Isaac went out there with him," Stiles says angrily tired. "And Lydia's out there too."

Kira looked away from them, swallowing the bile that had built up in her throat.

Scott took a deep breath and hoped no one noticed the pain in his eyes.

"Like I said...hope for the best."

Isaac was nervous about talking to Liam alone. He didn't know the kid that well. Actually, he didn't know the kid at all.

"So, what's this about?" Liam says, turning to Isaac in the empty school.

Isaac sighs and looks Liam in the eye, making him very uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that about you and Stiles. I know you guys aren't like that. It was wrong to say," Isaac admits.

Liam doesn't smile or anything. He just stares. "Thanks," he says. Isaac smiles. "But that doesn't help much." Liam walks away from Isaac angrily.

Isaac groans and walks after Liam. "What do you mean that doesn't help?"

Liam sighs and turns to Isaac. "It doesn't help because you were right. After you said what you said and I stormed out, Stiles came to check on me in the woods. I broke up with him," Liam said finally.

Isaac stared at him like he was crazy. "What? Why?"

"I'm the one who kissed Stiles, he was in love with Derek. He only likes me now because he feels bad that I supposedly killed myself and he thinks it was because of him," Liam admits, getting teary.

Isaac groaned and rolled his eyes. "You're so insecure. How can you not see it? Stiles is crazy about you. Nothing's gonna change that. And I don't want to be the one who does. I'm sure he's freaking out over you being gone right now," Isaac motivates.

"Hey!" Isaac and Liam turn to see a group of guys standing at the end of the hall, staring menacingly at them. Their heart beats start to rise as the guys' bodies start to change and mangle into something else. Something terrifying.

"Kill the boy!" one of them yells.

Isaac pushes Liam forward and they run down the hallway, away from the creatures.

Isaac and Liam run faster than they ever have before. They run out of the school in a frenzy as the people behind them yell like mad men.

"I want them all dead! Get that book back! Even if you have to tear them limb from limb! Kill them! Kill them all!"