I watch as Scott and Stiles start to move the desk, but stop when it screeches.
"Shh! Stop, stop." Stiles said holding his hand up and looking toward the door.
"The doors not gonna keep it out." I said looking at the both of them.
"I know." They both said.
"Its your boss." Stiles stated.
"What?" Scott asked confused.
"Deaton, the alpha? Your boss." There is no way he's the alpha.
"No." Scott declined.
"Yes, murdering pshyco werewolf." Stiles pointed at Scott.
"That can't be." I said.
"Oh, come on. He disappears, and that thing shows up ten seconds later to toss Derek 20 feet into the air? That's not convenient timing?" Now it made since what he was getting at.
"Its not him." Scott said.
"He killed Derek." Stiles said.
"Say he's dead again Stiles, go ahead." I glared at him.
"Blood spurted out of his mouth, okay? That doesn't exactly qualify as a minor injury. He's dead and we're next." He said pointing between all three of us.
"You're the one who is gonna be next Stiles if you say he's dead one more time. I will give you to the alpha myself." I seethed through clenched teeth.
"What do we do?" Scott asked.
"We get to my jeep, we get out of here, you seriously think about quitting your job, good?" Stiles pants, saying the last thing to Scott.
We jog over to the windows to look for the alpha.
"No, they don't open, the schools climate controlled." I said stopping Scott.
"Then we break it." I looked at both Stiles and Scott.
"Which will make a lot of noise." Stiles told him.
"Then... Then we run really fast.... Really fast." Really?
"Seriously Scott, that's your big plan? Brilliant, bravo, superb." I said glaring at Scott.
"At least I tried to come up with something, instead of just sitting in here waiting for someone to show up." Scott replied back.
Scott looked out of the window at Stiles's jeep. "Stiles, what's wrong with the hood of your jeep?"
"What do you mean? Nothings wrong." Stiles said looking at his jeep.
I got closer to the window to get a better look. "Its bent."
"Like, dented?" Stiles pushed past us.
"No, I mean, bent." I told him.
"What the hell..." Before Stiles could finish his sentence something flew through the window.
Scott and Stiles each grabbed one of my arms and pulled me down with them.
"That's my battery." Stiles said getting up to take a closer look, but was stopped by Scott.
"No, don't move." Scott said.
"We have to move." Stiles looked toward Scott.
"He could be right outside." Stiles and I looked at Scott with serious faces.
"He is right outside." I said rolling my eyes.
"Just let me take a look." Scott said slowly getting up to look out of the window.
"Anything?"
"No."
"Move now?" I asked getting on my toes instead of my butt.
"Move now." Scott nodded.
We got up and made our way out of the class room.
"This way." Scott started down the hall.
"No, no, no, no." Stiles said stopping him.
"What?"
"Somewhere without windows." Stiles said.
"Every single room in this building has windows." I panted.
"Or somewhere with less windows." Stiles said.
"The locker room." Scott whisper shouted.
"Yeah." Stiles nodded.
And with that we started running toward the locker room. By now I'm wishing I would have changed clothes. Skinny jeans are not the type of clothing to be running in.
Soon we made it to the locker room and we all three filed in.
"Call your dad." Scott told Stiles.
"And tell him what?" Stiles asked.
"I don't know, anything. There's a gas leak, a fire, whatever." Scott panted. "If that thing sees the parking lot filled with cop cars, it'll take off."
"What if it doesn't? What if it goes completely terminator and kills every cop in sight, including my dad." Stiles did have a point.
"They have guns." Scott shrugged.
"Yeah, and Derek had to be shot with a wolfsbane- laced bullet to even slow him down. Remember that?" Stiles reasoned.
"Then we... We have to... We have to find a way out and just run for it." Scott said.
"There's nothing near the school for at least a mile." I said shaking my head.
"What about Derek's car?" Scott turned to look at me.
"I don't have his keys, he does." I frowned.
"That could work. We go outside, we get the keys off his body, and then we take his car." Stiles said.
"And him." Scott and I said.
"Fine, whatever." I have never had the urge to punch someone like I do with Stiles right now.
We started to walk to the door in the locker room. Scott stopped Stiles when he went to touch the door handle. "What?"
"I think I heard something." Scott said.
"Like what?" I whisper yelled.
"Shh, quiet." Scott whispered.
We started backing away once we heard something on the other side of the door.
"Hide." Scott whispered. "No, no. Stiles." He said when he saw Stiles get into a locker. I followed his actions and got in one myself.
We waited for the intruder to come into the locker room. Minutes felt like hours until the door finally opened. I covered my mouth knowing the alpha can hear every breath I take.
All of a sudden a locker was being opened. Stiles and I jumped out of the lockers we were hiding in at the same to here the janitor scream.
"Shh, quiet." Stiles whispered.
"Quiet my ass, what are you trying to do, kill me? All three of you get out." The janitor yelled pointing to the door.
"Just listen for half a second, okay?" Stiles tried to reason with him.
"Not okay, get the hell out of here right now." He said.
"God, just one second to explain." I said while he was pushing us out.
"Just shut up and go." Before he said anything else he was pulled back into the locker room and the door shut.
He screamed, while with every blow his body made with door, blood was left behind. Scott went to try to open the door and help the guy, but Stiles stopped him and we started running down the hall.
