Pretend [1] (Stiles Stilinksi)

18

Tori

"Are you serious?" Allison immediately shrieked completely against the idea.

"Well it's the best plan. Someone has to get the key if we wanna get out of here." Scott defended.

"You can't go out there unarmed" I reminded him. It would be way too risky. Scott then proceeded to pick up a plastic pointer with a hand at the end of it.

"It's better than nothing." He shrugged making me roll my eyes.

"There's gotta be something else." Stiles insisted. I began to search the classroom with my eyes until they stopped. Lydia noticed as well and beat me to what I was going to to say.

"There is" she spoke pointing towards the chemical closet.

"What are we gonna do? Throw acid on him?" Stiles sarcastically asked her.

"No. Like a fire bomb. In there is everything you need to make a self- igniting Molotov cocktail. Right Lyds?" I said looking to Lydia. She narrowed her eyes at me.

"Yeah" she muttered.

"Self- igniting-" stiles was repeating with confusion spread all through his eyes.

"Molotov cocktail." I said slowly and smiling. I looked around at all the shocked faces staring between both me and Lydia.

"What, we read it somewhere." Lydia snapped.

"We don't have a key for that either" Stiles grumbled. Jackson scoffed and threw his elbow straight through the glass doors. Me and Lydia immediately started to get the ingredients we needed. Lydia started pouring in all the chemicals in a beaker.

"Jackson hand me the sulfuric acid." Lydia demanded. Jackson picked up a bottle and handed it to her. I squinted my eyes from my seat in a desk to try and read the label. I wasn't so sure that was the sulfuric acid but I'm sure Jackson isn't that dumb.

The fire bomb was finally made and Scott had it in hand and was ready to go out there. Of course, Allison threw yet another fit.

"No. No, this is insane. You can't do this. You cannot go out there." Allison yelled.

"We can't just sit here and wait for Stiles' dad to check his messages." Scott told her moving out of her way and walking towards the door.

"You could die. Don't you get that? He's killed three people." Allison cried.

"And we're next. Somebody has to do something." Scott argued.

"Scott, just stop. Do you remember- do you remember when you told me you knew whether I was lying or not? That I had a tell. Well, so do you. You're a horrible liar and you've been lying all night. Just- just please- please don't go. Please don't leave us. Please." Allison begged. The rest of us just watch this whole thing unfold.

"Lock the door behind me." Scott said then left. Allison locked the door and just stood there facing the door. Stiles slid into the seat beside mine and sighed. I looked at him and smiled slightly then looked down.

About 10 minutes later, Allison began another episode of her freaking out.

"I don't get this. I don't get why he's out there and why he left us. And I can't- I can't stop my hands from shaking" she shakily spoke. Jackson stood up and walked over to her grabbing her hands. I felt my jaw drop open at them. Again, Lydia was right there.

"It's ok, it's ok. It's gonna be ok." He soothed. I wanted to punch him in the throat.

"Ok" Allison whispered.

"Jackson, you handed me the sulfuric acid, right? It has to be the sulfuric acid. It won't ignite if it's not." Lydia spoke up randomly as she stared at the chemicals on the table.

"I gave you exactly what you asked for tonight" he snapped back. I glared at him angrily as he spoke to my sister that way. I really hate him with a true passion. Like I legit have never had such a passion for something other than hating Jackson.

"Yeah, yeah I'm sure you did" Lydia mumbled looking away from the chemicals. About another five minutes later or so, Jackson fell to his knees letting out a blood curdling scream. Again, Allison and Lydia rushed to his side. Me and Stiles just stood up looking down at them in alert.

"No, I'm fine. Like seriously, I'm ok." Jackson said shrugging the girls off of him.

"That doesn't sound ok at all." I pointed out.

"What's on the back of your neck." Stiles asked moving closer to get a better look when Jackson sharply moved away from him and snapped.

"I said I'm fine!"

"It's been there for days, he won't tell me what happened." Lydia informed us as Jackson glared at her.

"As if you actually care" he hissed.

"All right, can we not argue for half a second here." Stiles asked stepping between the two.

"Where's Scott? He should be back by now." Allison stated worried. Just as she said that the door knob jiggled as though someone was trying to come in. "Scott! Scott!" Allison yelled going to open the door but found it was locked. He locked us in here.

"Where's he going?" Lydia asked walking towards the door.

"Scott. Scott! Scott! Scott!" Allison yelled loudly while banging continuously on the door.

"Stop. Stop! Do you hear that?" I yelled bringing Allison to a halt as we heard the police sirens wailing as they pulled up the school. We all crowded around the window to see tons of police cars lined outside flashing their bright red and blue lights.

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"We got a text from 'Scott' saying to meet us here but it wasn't him. It was Derek Hale." I repeated monotonously for the eight time to the deputy who couldn't quite grasp what I was saying.

"Ok I got, thank you. You can go home now." He said snapping his notebook shut and walking away leaving me confused as hell. I looked over and saw Stiles and Scott talking to Stiles' dad. Stiles began looking around until his eyes met mine and he ran over to me. I hugged him tightly, fully aware of his fathers eyes on us.

"I'm so happy your ok" he mumbled into my shoulder. I nodded.

"I'm so happy your ok" I repeated clutching him tighter. "I just had to repeat my story eight times to a deputy and then after the eighth time he just freaking left. I'm confused, annoyed and beyond terrified of what happened tonight." I mumbled.

"I'm here now" he whispered kissing the top of my head.

"Your here now" I whispered back.