"Call the cops," Jackson orders.
"No," Stiles says immediately.
"Wha – What do you mean 'no'?" Jackson stutters.
"What do you mean 'what do you mean "no"'?" I cross my arms. "He said 'no.' I'm sure you hear that quite a lot."
"You wanna hear it in Spanish?" Stiles offers. "No. Look, Derek killed three people, okay? We don't know what he's armed with."
"Your dad is armed with an entire sheriff's department," Jackson argues angrily. "Call him!"
"I'm calling," Lydia declares, pulling out her cell phone and walking away from the group.
"No, Lydia, would you just hold on a second?" Stiles follows after her. Jackson steps in front of Stiles, who takes a couple steps back. I straighten as my heart starts to pound faster.
"Hey," says my brother, stepping forward.
"Yes, we're at Beacon Hill High School." Lydia's voice floats over to me from across the cafeteria. I turn my attention to her. "We're trapped and we need you to -" She stops suddenly and crinkles her forehead. She looks close to tears. " – but -" she tries again. Without turning towards the group, she informs us, "She hung up on me."
"The police hung up on you?" Allison asks, sounding doubtful. I raise an eyebrow in confusion.
"She said they got a tip warning them that there are gonna be prank calls about a break-in at the high school," Lydia explains worriedly. "She said if I called again that they're gonna trace it and have me arrested."
"Okay, then call again," Allsion commands forcefully.
"No," Stiles says quietly. "They won't trace a cell and they'll send a car to your house before they send anyone here."
I lean against a table for the moment.
"What the – what? What is this? Why does Derek wanna kill us? Why is he killing anyone?" asks Allison. She raises her hands to her head and runs them over her face nervously.
Stiles looks over at me and then he and Scott exchange a glance.
"Why's everyone looking at me?" Scott's eyes go wide when he realizes everyone is watching him.
"Is he the one that sent her the text?" Lydia furrows her eyebrows and shows her teeth.
"No," Scott answers quickly. "I mean, I don't know."
"Is he the one that called the police?" Allison's constant questions are not helping us any and it makes me want to grab her by the shoulders and shake some common sense into her, but I remind myself that she doesn't know what's going on.
"I don't know!" Scott shouts. Allison pushes her lips together and turns away from my brother.
"Alright, why don't we ease back on the throttle here, yeah?" Stiles intervenes. He pulls me and Scott over away from Allison, Lydia, and Jackson. "Okay." Stiles looks at Scott. "First off, throwing Derek under the bus? Nicely done."
"I - I didn't know what to say," Scott defends himself. "I had to say something. And if he's dead, then – then it doesn't matter, right? Except if he's not ..." he sighs. "Oh god, I totally just bit her head off."
"And she'll totally get over it," Stiles assures him. "Bigger issues at hand here. Like ... how do we get out alive?"
"Guys, listen -" I start. Scott talks right over me.
"But we are alive. It could've killed us already," he says. I open my mouth to add on again, but he interrupts me before I can even begin. "It's like it's cornering us or something."
"Guys -" I start again.
"So what? He wants to eat us all at the same time?" Stiles asks.
"Stiles," I try.
"No! Derek said it wants revenge," Scott whispers.
"Scott!" I say, louder.
"Against who?" Stiles inquires.
"Allison's family?" Scott guesses. He raises his eyebrows, scrunching up his nose.
"Guys!" I attempt once again. See, this is why I never tell them anything.
Stiles starts again, "Maybe that's what the text was about. Someone had to send it -"
"Hey!" I shout. It's loud enough to get Lydia, Allison, and Jackson's attention.
"Okay, assheads – new plan," Jackson throws his arms out. "Stiles calls his useless dad and tells him to send someone with a gun and decent aim. Are we good with that?"
"He's right," Scott tells Stiles. His face falls. "Tell him the truth if you have to. Just - Just call him."
"I'm not watching my dad get eaten alive," Stiles says quietly. I remember how upset he got when his dad got backed into at parent-teacher conferences and I suddenly find myself snatching up his hand. He looks at me and his lips part to say something, but then Jackson marches up.
"Alright, give me the phone." Jackson approaches Stiles. He grabs Stiles' shoulder and Stiles turns, yanks his hand out of mine, and punches Jackson in the nose. My hand flies to my mouth as I watch Jackson twist and stumble away.
"Jackson!" Allison cries. "Are you okay?"
"I – I didn't hit him th- that hard," Stiles looks at me with wide eyes. I can see Jackson on the floor behind him.
"Stiles, you're pretty tense. We all are, but -" Scott starts to say.
"No!" Stiles argues, his eyes still on me. "I – I – I didn't hit him that hard!"
"You're not the first one of us to punch Jackson in the nose and you won't be the last," I tell him. He lets out a breath he'd been holding. I look over at Jackson. Allison is huddled around him and I narrow my eyes. She turns her head to look over at Scott, Stiles, and I in horror.
Stiles sighs and pulls his cell phone out of his pocket.
"Dad, hey." He sounds reluctant. "It's me ... and it's your voicemail. Look, I need you to call me back right now. Like, right now."
The doors to the cafeteria rattle and my heart jumps into my throat. With such high tensions in this room, I had almost forgotten what was causing it all. The Alpha. The doors quake more and we all start to back up.
"We're at the school. Dad, we're at the school," Stiles keeps talking into his cell phone.
The chairs pressed up against the door start to slide. Pieces of the door start clattering to the ground. It's not going to hold for long.
"Oh my god," Lydia whimpers. She buries her face into Jackson's shoulder, her red hair spilling over his jacket.
"The kitchen," Stiles announces. "The door out of the kitchen leads to the stairwell."
"Which only goes up," points out Scott.
"Up is better than here," Stiles states.
"I'd rather be up than dead," I nod along as we turn and hurry towards the kitchen.
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Fanfiction"Don't be afraid of change. You might lose something good, but you'll gain something better." Emerson McCall is a pretty average high school student. She has one friend she shares with her brother, Scott, and between the two of them, she has all she...
