The Other Hale | Teen Wolf

Night School

Aria's POV

"Lock it! Lock it!" Scott screamed at Stiles.

"Do I look like I have a key?" Stiles says, frustrated.

"Grab something!" Scott begged!

"What?" Stiles asked desperately.

"Anything!"

Stiles quickly stood up and looked out the window, I stood there, my heart beating, my humanity gone. Along with my brother.

"No." Scott said.

"Yes." Stiles replied, firmly.

"Stiles! Don't go out!" I protested as he opened the door.

Scott watched him from the window as he walked down the stairs to grab the cutters he'd used to get in to the school. I still stood, rooted to my spot, all motivation gone.

Loud banging and shouting pulled me out of my trance.

"Stiles! Stiles! Stiles!" Scott yelled banging on the window, I saw the Alpha. A wave of anger rushed over me as I realised he was the reason I'd lost my brother. With relief Stiles ran in the door and closed it using the cutters. We were locked inside the school. At night. With a Alpha on our asses.

Scott and Stiles slowly began to back away from the door and they stood either side of me. Watching.

"That won't hold will it?" Scott asked.

"Probably not." Stiles admitted looking between me and Scott. I knew by now that my mascara would be halfway down my face and my eyes were watery and puffy.

As we looked around where we were the halls looked longer, creepier in the dark. It scared me knowing the Alpha could be around any of these corners, just waiting for us. We heard a howl and that was enough for us. We instantly ran, straight into the first classroom which had open doors.

Scott and Stiles began to push a desk in front of the when I stopped them.

"The door isn't gonna keep him out."

"I know." Scott and Stiles replied together.

"It's your boss Scott." Stiles told him.

"What?"

"Deaton, the Alpha. Your boss." Stiles told him, pointing at Scott as he did so. I nodded, looking at him and agreeing with Stiles for once.

"No!" Scott protested.

"Yes." I argued.

Stiles then followed my response by adding, "Murdering psycho werewolf!" Clenching his teeth at the end.

"It can't be!" Scott refused to believe the truth. I face palmed myself. "He disappears and that thing shows up ten seconds later to toss Derek 20 feet through the air?" Stiles explained, I obviously.

"Stiles is right Scott. Stop refusing the truth." I said trying to mask the pain that shot through me at Stiles' words.

"It's not him!" Scott continued to protest.

"He killed Derek." Stiles said simply.

"Derek's not dead, he can't be dead." Scott argued, but I couldn't help but understand his failure to see the truth about Derek.

"Blood spurted out of his mouth!" Stiles began and my head snapped up at his words, "okay that doesn't exactly enquire as a minor injury. He's dead and we're next."

"Stiles! Shut up!" I said firmly pushing him.

Stiles looked at me apologetically before he turned to Scott. "Okay so... Uh... What do we do?" He asked desperately.