Saved by the Sea (PJOxTW)

Chapter 9

"Lock it! Lock it!" We slam the doors shut after running away from the Alpha and hold them closed.

"Do I look like I have a key?" Stiles says.

"Grab something!" Scott yells at us. I look around. There is nothing by the doors.

"What?" Stiles asks.

"Anything!" Stiles pauses and looks out the windows on the doors. I follow his gaze to see the bolt cutters.

"Don't even think about it Stiles!" I warn him, grasping onto his arm.

"...No." Scott shakes his head at Stiles.

"Yes!" Stiles gently shoves me to Scott, who catches me.

"Stiles, no! Please—" I beg him.

"Stiles, no! Don't--!" Scott yells at him. Stiles ignore us and steps outside. My heart starts beating again my chest. I go to follow him but Scott has a firm grip on my arms. Stiles looks around trying to find the Alpha but doesn't see it and steps forward. When he picks up the bolt cutters, we see the Alpha step out from behind the jeep. We start yelling at him.

"Stiles! Come on! Come back"

"Run! Stiles! Stiles!" He takes off towards the door. I open it for him and once he slips inside, I shut it behind him. He puts the bolt cutters on the door and I grab onto his arm. The hug will have to wait til later. We look out the door and see nothing there.

"Where is it? Where did it go?" Scott asks. We don't see anything and back up from the door. "That won't hold, will it?"

"Probably not." Stiles says grimly. We turn around and hear a faint howling that makes its way through the school. We run towards a near by classroom.

"The desk!" Scott goes to push the teachers desk to the door but Stiles stops him. I glance nervously around all the windows that are in the room.

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

"I know."

"It's your boss." We look at Stiles in confusion.

"What?"

"Deaton? The Alpha? Your boss."

"No." Scott denies the accusation.

"Yes! Murdering psycho-Werewolf."

"I don't know.....that doesn't feel right." I say, my gut telling me there is more to this.

"That can't be--"

"Oh, come on! You both can't deny it! He disappears, and that thing shows up ten seconds later to toss Derek twenty feet through the air? That's not convenient timing?"

"It's not him." Scott says refusing to change his mind. "He killed Derek."

"No, Derek's not dead. 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."

"Stiles, that injury would kill a normal person. Who knows about a werewolf. Plus, his body was gone when we looked." He scrunches his eyebrows at me, thinking.

"Okay, just... What do we do?" Scott asks interrupting us.

"We get to my Jeep. We get out of here. You seriously think about quitting your job." We looked at each other and nodded then walked around to the windows. Scott tried to open them but Stiles stopped him.

"No, they don't open. The school's climate-controlled."

"Then we break it." Scott says.

"That would make a lot of noise." I point out.