Ghost ↬ Derek Hale

16 ; serial killers, murderers and... Mr Harris?

16 ∞ serial killers, murderers and... Mr Harris?

"You have forty-five minutes to the complete the test," Mr Harris told everyone as Lily pulled out her pencil. She wasn't sure how the test would go because she hadn't had as much time to study for it as she usually did and she hoped she wouldn't break her streak of A's with this test. "Twenty-five percent of your grade can be earned right now, simply by writing your name on the cover of the blue book," he announced, raising the book for them to see. Lily knew who he was aiming the comment towards but her brother – being the genius he was – didn't realise, writing down his name as quickly as he could. Too bad it wasn't his real name.

"However," Mr Harris continued, sending Lily and Stiles pointed looks, "As happens every year, two of you will inexplicably fail to put your names on the cover." Lily and Stiles shared a look of disbelief at his reaction to their self given names, turning back to him as he kept talking, "And I'll be left yet again, questioning my decision to ever become a teacher. So let's get the disappointment over with. Begin."

Lily released a long breath, writing her 'name' on the paper. Even if she had wanted to write her real name – she wasn't even sure if she could spell it. Opening the paper, she was relieved to find that she knew the answers to the first page. Of course that meant it could only go downhill from there but she pushed away her negative thoughts, circling the answers she thought to be right.

Turning the page, she glanced to her side to check on Scott – who hadn't studied at all and see how he was doing. Her eyes widened in surprise as she found him panicking, looking around the room nervously. She tried to catch his eyes but it was too late, he'd already gotten out of his seat and left the room. Looking up, she shared a decisive look with her brother before getting up also and running after him. Mr Harris called after them in annoyance but they were already in the hallway, looking around for their friend.

"Scott?" Stiles asked, looking down one side of the hallway. Lily patted his arm, pointing to his bag that had been discarded on the floor. Stiles walked over, picking the bag up and still calling Scott's name. There was no response, so Lily ended up pulling out her phone and hitting his number. They followed the sound of his phone ringing, ending up in the boy's locker room. Cautiously, they made their ways through the lockers, relieved to find Scott standing under the shower – still human. He turned to face them, switching the shower off and breathing deeply.

"Stiles, Lily," he breathed, "I can't..."

"What's happening? Are you changing?" Stiles frowned.

"No," Scott shook his head, "No... I can't... breathe."

He was having a panic attack – Lily could tell. She hadn't seen anyone have one in years as Stiles had managed to get over them in his adolescence. It was lucky for them as kids as he'd always been the one to receive them so Lily was able to help him through them. If they had both panicked at the same time, then they would have been screwed. Stiles had been hit the hardest by their mother's death and Lily felt as though that was because he didn't completely remember what she was like near the end of her life. Lily missed her mother greatly – more than anything but she also remembered what her illness had done to her.

Reaching for Scott's bag, she pulled out his inhaler, handing it over to him, "Here, use this." He was reluctant at first but he took it, taking a puff from it and allowing his breathing to slow until he wasn't panicking anymore. Scott looked up at her in surprise.

"I was having an asthma attack?" he asked, frowning in confusion.

Stiles shook his head, "No, you were having a panic attack."