The She Wolf {A Teen Wolf/Stiles Stilinski Love Story}

7. Night School

    "Lock it! Lock it!" Scott demanded.

    "Does it look like I have a key?" Stiles yelled.

    "Grab something!"

    "What!?"

    "Anything!"

    I pulled my knees to my chest as I sat in the corner. Derek couldn't be dead. He couldn't. He couldn't die like that. The alpha was so close. He could have chosen me. He could have killed me.

    "Stiles no don't!" Scott said as Stiles walked out the door.

    "Where's he going?!" I shot up to my feet and looked out the window. He was getting the bolt cutters from a few steps down.

    "Scott." I said calmly hitting his arm. Scott move his gaze to where mine was rested on the alpha walking out from behind Stiles's jeep.

    "Stiles! Stiles!" Scott yelled, banging on the door. Stiles looked back at us and turned around. The alpha started running towards him and he moved as fast as he could, I opened the door just in time for him to slip through and slam the bolt cutters into the door handles. We all caught our breath and looked out the window.

    "Where is it? Where'd it go?" Scott asked. Stiles shone the flashlight outside but there was no one to be seen.

    We backed away from the door slowly. "That won't hold, will it?" Scott asked.

    "Probably not." Stiles admitted.

    Scott looked around. We were at the far end of a dark hallway that seemed endless. I jumped when we heard a wolf howl in the night. It sounded like it could have been miles away, but I knew it was right outside. I latched myself onto Stiles's arm and he wove our fingers together.

    The three of us broke out running to the nearest classroom, Scott started to push the desk against the door but Stiles stood in his way and held up a hand.

    "Wait. Stop stop stop. The door's not gonna keep it out. It's your boss." Stiles explained.

    "What?" Scott asked.

    "Deaton, the alpha, your boss."

    "No."

    "Yes! Murdering psycho werewolf." Stiles hissed.

    "It can't be."

    "Oh c'mon. He disappears and that thing shows up 10 seconds later to toss Derek 20 feet through the air. That's not convenient timing?"

    "It's not him."

    "He killed Derek."

    "Derek's not dead, he can't be dead." Scott panicked.

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

    "Okay.... just... what do we do?"

    "We get to my jeep. We get outta here. You seriously think about quitting your job. Good?"

    We moved over to the windows at the side of the class and Scott tried to open one. "They don't open, the school's climate controlled." I said.

    "We break it." Scott suggested.

    "Which will make a lot of noise." Stiles pointed out.

    "Then.... then.... we run really fast." Scott looked over at Stiles's jeep in the parking lot. "Really fast."

    "Stiles what's wrong with the hood of your jeep?" I asked looking out the window.