Slightly Awkward (Teen Wolf) Book 1

CHAPTER SEVEN---Night School

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The monster thing that I had seen from Stiles phone was there behind Derek, and whatever he did made blood squirt from his mouth, and then throwing him through the parking lot.

Stiles grabbed at me, but I was already turning around and running for the school.

I was in track and cross country, I knew how to run and how to run fast. I actually ended up being the first one inside while Scott and Stiles followed after me, pulling the doors closed.

Well, we now knew that the howling worked.

The Alpha was here.

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"Lock it!" Scott yelled at Stiles and me. "Lock it!" 

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

"Grab something!"

"What?" I demanded.

"Anything!"
Stiles stood up, looking through the door window, and Scott followed lead, but I was too far away from the doors to see what they were looking at.

But Stiles was about to go out there. "No," I said.

"Yes," he did, shoving the yellow flashlight to Scott's chest.

"Stiles, no, don't," Scott said as Stiles pushed out of the door, walking outside.

I went over to the door just when the Alpha was coming out of hiding, and Scott and I hit the doors. "Run!" Scott yelled.

"Stiles!" I screamed. "Stiles!"

When the Alpha started to run towards Stiles, Stiles turned and ran for the door, getting in and using the tool to hold the doors together, to keep them from opening.

The stood when we didn't hear an angry, montrous pounding on the door, and Scott asked, "Where is it? Where did it go?" Stiles took the flashlight and shone it outside, both of them backing away from the door.

"That won't hold, will it?" I asked.

"Probably not," Stiles answered.

We all turned around, looking around at the pitch black school, and when the howl sounded, we were running for the nearest classroom. I didn't know which one it was, and, at the moment, I couldn't care less.

"The desk," Stiles said. Scott and he went to push it in front of the door.

"Stop, stop," I said, pointing at the door. "The door's not gonna keep it out."

"I know," Scott said.

"It's your boss," Stiles said.

"What?"

"Deaton, the Alpha? Your boss."

"No."

"Yes," I said. "Murdering psycho werewolf."

"That can't be," Scott still argued.

"Oh, come on," Stiles said. "He disappears, and that thing shows up ten seconds later to toss Derek 20 feet through the air? That's not convient timing."