Paradise City | Lydia Martin

Chapter 07 | Night School

The air in the car was filled with tension, the unusual silence almost deafening as they drove to school. Even the shine of the moon outside seemed duller, casting darkness over the small Californian town.

The Jeep's bright headlights cut through the night as it coasted into the parking lot, illuminating the interior of the school through the windows. The building usually filled with laughter and hormonal teenagers was so cold and unwelcoming now, setting a chilling atmosphere.

„This is a terrible idea," whispered Stiles, although he had no need to, as he opened Roscoe's trunk.

„Yeah, I know," nodded Scott, burrowing further into his jacket as a stiff breeze blew by.

„But we're still gonna do it?" the human handed Adrian a pair of bolt cutters, the hellhound tossing them lightly from one hand to another to get rid of the jitters.

„Can you think of something better?"

„Well, personally I'm a fan of ignoring the problem until eventually it just goes away," explained Stiles, shrugging nonchalantly.

„Just make sure we can get inside," Scott could see that they were getting nowhere so he decided to change the subject.

„Already ahead of you," Adrian propped the tool on his shoulders, striking a pose teasingly.

Scott rolled his eyes, but he couldn't help the small chuckle that escaped him. Before they could bicker any further, another car steered toward them, the sleek black finish blending with the night.

„He's here," while the two boys new to the supernatural world approached cautiously, Adrian hurried along, ripping the door open just as Derek killed the engine.

Stiles caught him up with the plan on the way to school and the hellhound couldn't decide if it was the most brilliant idea he ever heard or the most absurd one. He glanced to the backseat of his cousin's Camaro, wincing when he saw Deaton knocked unconscious with a big bruise blooming on the side of his face.

„Ouch," he muttered, standing back when he felt Scott behind him.

„Where's my boss?" questioned Scott.

„He's in the back," everyone looked at the snoozing vet, his limbs slotted in odd positions against the narrow seat.

„Oh, he looks comfortable," commented Stiles, shrinking under Derek's glare.

Without waiting for the rest, Scott headed for the school, the other two close to follow.

„Wait. Hey! What are you doing?" Derek called after them, making them turn around.

„You said I was linked with the Alpha," answered Scott simply, swallowing the fear that clawed at his chest, „I'm gonna see if you're right."

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The boys walked down the hallway, their footsteps echoing across the whole floor. Stiles' hand trembled as he held the flashlight so the hellhound took his other hand, squeezing it softly.

„Is it just me, or does everything look bigger now?" whispered Adrian, suspiciously eyeing every shadow.

He didn't want to rely just on the torch, which meant that his eyes were glowing jade green, turning his vision a similar colour.

„It's not just you," mumbled Stiles back, his grip on the Hale tightening, „I'll never come here at night again."

They reached the school office, closing the door behind them as they entered. Taking advantage of the situation, Adrian plopped into the school administrator's chair, leaning back with a groan.