stay with me ➵ s.stilinski

9 // Night School pt.2

The teens were running up the staircase, running for their lives actually. Once they all scrambled out of the staircase they made their way into a classroom. It wasn't just any classroom, it was a chemistry one.

Scott quickly shut the door and put a chair against the handle as some sort of barricade. Ella was breathing heavily and her heart was pumping harshly against her ribcage. She was leaning against the door when the sound of heavy breathing emitted from the hallway.

Lydia slapped her small hand over her mouth while Ella closed her eyes and held her breath. The heavy footsteps and breathing outside the door put everyone in a tense emotion. Once the creature had moved away, everyone let out a sigh of relief.

"Jackson! How many people can fit in your car?" Scott asked, looking at Jackson.

"Five if someone squeezes on someone's lap.'' Jackson answered.

Ella gave him a questionable look. "Five? I barely fit in the back without squashing Allison! Your car does not fit five people.'' She whispered harshly.

"Doesn't matter. We can't leave without drawing attention to ourselves.'' Stiles stated.

Scott grabbed Stiles, ''What about this?" He pointed to a door inside the classroom. "This leads to the roof, we go down the fire escape and get to the parking lot in seconds.''

Ella walked closer. ''We cant, it's a deadbolt lock.''

"The janitor has a key,''

''You mean his body has it.''

After whispering with Stiles, Scott looked at the group. "I'm getting the key.'' He announced before walking over to Allison.

"Are you serious?" Allison asked.

"It's the best plan,'' Scott argued. "Someone has to get the key so we can get out of here.''

"You can't go out there unarmed.'' Allison fired back, obviously questioning why Scott would want to go out there alone.

"Allison's right, Scott.'' Ella agreed. "Going out there without some sort of defensive weapon is asking for death.'' Ella folded her arms across her medium bust and looked around the classroom, trying to figure out how to help.

Scott looked to his left and grabbed a long pointer that teacher's use in class. He moved it around and looked at the group who were giving him 'are you serious' glances.

"It's better than nothing.'' Scott said, moving his head.

"There's got to be be something else,'' Stiles said.

Ella looked at the cabinet in front of them. "There is, in that cabinet.''

"What are we gonna do? Throw acid on him?" Stiles asked, using his arms for emphasis.

Ella gave him a stern look. ''No, like a firebomb. That's everything you need to make a self-igniting Molotov-cocktail.''

"Self-igniting..'' Stiles trailed off, giving the brunette a strange look.

"Molotov-cocktail. I can help her make one.'' Lydia finished, with Jackson staring at her. "What? I read it somewhere.''

Stiles sighed at the pair. ''We don't have a key for that either.''

Jackson let out a huff of annoyance before pulling his arm back and launching it into the glass, shattering it. Once the glass was cleared, Lydia and Ella grabbed the needed materials.