New Girl in Town (Teen Wolf)

Chapter 10

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

"Do I look like I have a key?!" Stiles snapped.

"Grab something!"

"What?"

"Anything!" Ashlyn yelled.

Stiles frantically looked around then looked out of the windows on the door. Scott must had seen what he was looking at. "No." He firmly said.

"Yes." Stiles said back.

"Stiles, no, don't." Ashlyn pleaded as soon as she realized what he was going to do.

Stiles didn't listen seeing as he was already out the door. Ashlyn and Scott watched as he leaned down slowly and picked up the pliers from the ground. He looked around for a minute and Ashlyn pointed at something behind Derek's car.

"Run! Stiles! Stiles!" Scott started yelling as soon as the Alpha jumped out from behind the car and ran towards the door and Ashlyn and Scott opened it for him. Stiles put the pliers on the door so it wouldn't open, if a person tried to open it.

"Where is it? Where did it go?" Scott asked frantically.

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

"Probably not." Stiles sighed.

The three of them started running and came into a classroom where Stiles and Scott tried pushing a desk in front of the door.

"Stop, stop. The door's not gonna keep it out." Stiles pointed out.

"I know." Scott huffed.

"It's your boss." Stiles quipped.

"What?"

"Deaton, the Alpha? Your boss."

"No." Scott denied.

"Yes, murdering psycho werewolf." Stiles hissed.

"That can't be." Ashlyn mumbled.

"Oh, come on." He looked from Ashlyn to Scott. "He disappears, and that thing shows up ten seconds later to toss Derek 20 feet through the air? That's not convenient timing?"

"It's not him." Scott still denied.

"He killed Derek." Ashlyn looked around, starting to panic.

"No, Derek's not dead. He can't be dead."

"Blood spurted out of his mouth, okay? That doesn't exactly qualify as a minor injury. He's dead, and we're next." Stiles panicked.

"Okay, just - what do we do?" Scott asked.

"We get to my jeep, we get out of here, you seriously think about quitting your job, good?"

Scott walked over to the window and started to try to open it.

"No, they don't open. The school's climate - controlled." Stiles said quickly.

"Then we break it."

"Which will make a lot of noise."

"Then, uh, then we run really fast. Really fast."

"Stiles, what's wrong with the hood of your jeep?" Ashlyn asked in a shaky voice.

"What do you mean?" Stiles went to look out the window. "Nothing's wrong."

"It's bent." Scott added.

"What, like, dented?"

"No, I mean bent."

"What the hell -" Stiles was cut off by something being thrown through the window. Stiles shielded Ashlyn as they scrunched down in the fetal position under the window.