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"Oh my god, oh my god!" Imelia panicked, her grip still tight on the door beside her brother.
Imelia has never seen anyone die, not inches in front of her. The only time she ever saw something even related to this in a sense was the news shot of her parents plane crashing.
Andrew shook his head frantically "I am not cut out for this life!"
Scott looks to the Stilinski with wide eyes "Lock it, Lock it!"
"Do I look like I have a key!" Stiles spat back at his friend.
"Grab something!" Scott yelled
Stiles brows drew together "Like what?"
"Anything!" Scott answered frantically. Imelia's eyes fell closed as her one hand let go of the door handle "Okay, yelling at each other isn't going to help!"
Stiles paused for a moment before a look of realization dawned on his face as he shot up looking out the small panel window.
Andrew shook his head "No" him and Scott say in unison. The two knowing their friend good enough to know what he was thinking.
Leaving Imelia slightly confused looking between the three.
Stiles nods "yes"
"Stiles, don't be stupid!" Imelia shot up from her spot, her hands still holding the door, slowly gaining a sense of what he was thinking of doing.
Stiles just shoved Scott back slightly, ignoring their words as he quickly makes his way out the door being as quiet as possible to not alert the murderous psycho werewolf roaming around the school.
Imelia and Andrew shove each other slightly as the both try to look out the small panel window while Scott looked out the other side.
Stiles hastily makes his way towards the bolt cutters, his eyes continuously scanning his surroundings.
Stiles kneels down, the bolt cutters in his grip.
Imelia's eyes widen at the sight of the wolf making it's way around Stiles' jeep. Scott began banging on the door, yelling at his friend obviously seeing what Imelia had as the other two teens join him in trying to warn their friend- though making a whole bunch of noise probably wasn't the best idea.
Scared teenagers don't exactly come up with great ideas- to be fair.
Stiles looks over his shoulders at the panicked banging before turning his gaze towards the parking lot, his eyes landing on the Alpha.
