Dissipate - Stiles Stilinski

Chapter Sixteen

Stiles POV.

I can hear something drag along the ground behind me, and by the way Claire inhales and exhales shakey breaths, someone is approaching either Scott's or our locker. I feel Claire's heart beating rapidly against my chest. Must be because of the Alpha right? Not because we're squished together in a tiny locker? Where I can feel just about every curve... I snap out of my thoughts when I hear a shout behind me.

"Son of a bitch!" I open the locker and tumble out, bringing Claire with me. I look up to see an angry Janitor. Oh crap.

"Quiet." I hurriedly say.

"Quiet my ass. What the hell are you trying to do? Kill me? Get out. All of you." He tries to hustle us out the door.

"Will you just listen to us for half a second?"

"No. Get the hell out of here. Now." He pushes us out the door and I try one more time to get him to listen.

"Just one second to explain."

"Just shut up and go." Suddenly the Janitor gets pulled back and the door slams before Scott and I could try and help him. His screams fill my ears as he is pushed against the door, bloodied.

"We can't help Scott. We have to get out." Claire chokes out. Agreeing with her, I grab her hand and we race down the hall.

We run down the hall for a while before we approach double doors. We all try and push our way through but something is blocking them from opening.

"What the hell." I say.

"It's a dumpster." Scott says.

"Great, just great. A dumpster is preventing us from actually leaving." Claire rushes out as her breathing quickens and she starts pacing. "I don't want to die. And I definitely do not want to die in school. Right now, that's a very good possibility."

"We're not going to die." Scott says and I grab Claire by the waist and pull her towards me, hugging her, but Claire still manages to mutter a few words.

"How do you know? The Janitor is already dead."

"Calm down Claire." I say, rubbing her back reassuringly, and she seems to calm down slightly. "We'll get out. But what is he doing?" I ask Scott and Claire remains in my arms. I could never get tired of this. "What does he want?"

"Me. Derek says he's stronger in a pack."

"Oh, great. A psychotic werewolf who's into team work. That's beautiful."

I start walking down the hall, my right hand on Claire's back, and Scott follows. No point staying in one place where we can easily be killed.

"We have to do something. What are we gonna do?" Claire asks, putting on a brave face, looking at me.

"Why are you looking at me? Why don't you come up with something?"

"I'm the Hufflepuff of the group, Scott's the Gryffindor, and you're the Ravenclaw. You always come up with the plans. And plus, my minds blank."

"Really? A Harry Potter reference?"

"Yep. My life will always consist of Harry Potter references, just like your will always consist of Star Wars references." I love how she knows me so well.

"Wait guys, did you hear that?" Scott asks.

"Hear what?" Claire and I say in unison.

"It sounds like a phone ringing. Allison's phone. Stiles, give me your phone." I pull out my phone and give it to him without question, and he calls Allison. "No it's me, where are you exactly right now?" He asks Allison. Scott suddenly starts running and I grab Claire's hand to try and catch up with him. "Get to the lobby. Go now!" He hangs up and hands me back my phone. We burst through the double doors and Allison approaches soon after, looking confused as hell. We all stop running and Claire leans slightly against me, so I pull her closer.