The McCall Pack; A Teen Wolf Fanfiction

Night School

Y/n's POV

"Lock it! lock it!" Scott demanded. 

"Do I look like I have a key?" Stiles retorted. 

"Grab something!" Scott urged. Stiles looked out the window, and I followed his gaze to see what he was looking at. A few feet away from the door, there was a pair of bolt cutters lying on the ground. 

"Stiles, no. It's too dangerous," I whisper. However, he didn't listen to me and ran outside. Stiles grabbed the cutters and ran back inside just as the Alpha werewolf made his appearance. He then stuck the bolt cutters between the doors' handles, keeping them from opening from the outside. 

"Where is it? Where did it go?" Scott asked and peaked out the small window on the door in front of him. 

"Well, those definitely won't hold, especially against a big ass werewolf," I comment. "So how about we back away from the doors and find someplace else to hide?" No one argued, and the three of us ran to the nearest classroom, shutting the door behind us.

"It's your boss, Scott. Your boss" Stiles declared.

Scott frowned. "What?"

"Deaton, the alpha. Your boss," Stiles repeated.

"No," Scott argued. 

"Yes, and he's a murdering psycho werewolf," Stiles insisted. 

"Scott, you've got to admit, it is a little odd that he disappears, and that thing shows up ten seconds later to toss Derek 20 feet through the air. If that's not a coincidence, I don't know what it," I put in.

"I agree with Y/n. Your boss killed Derek," Stiles persisted. 

"No, Derek's not dead," Scott asserted. "He can't be dead."

"Blood spurted out of his mouth, okay? That doesn't exactly qualify as a minor injury. In fact, it's quite the opposite. I would know. I work at the hospital. He's dead, and we're next," I say. 

"Okay, just, what do we do?" Scott questioned. 

"We get to my jeep, we get out of here, and you seriously think about quitting your job," Stiles answered as Scott walked over to a window before attempting to pry it open. "No, they don't open. The school's climate controlled." 

"Then we break them," Scott suggested. 

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

"Then we run. Really fast," Scott proposed. While the boys were busy quarrelling, I was staring out the window at Stiles' jeep. I squinted my eyes as I examined it, and I noticed that something looked off. Well, there was always something wrong with the jeep, but this time, something looked really wrong.

"Stiles, what's wrong with the hood of your jeep?" I quiz. 

Stiles frowned. "What do you mean? Nothing's wrong." 

"Okay, I may need glasses, but I'm not completely blind. Look," I direct and point to his car in the parking lot. "It's bent." Both Scott and Stiles went to take a look, and moments later, a big object came crashing through the window. The three of us dropped to the ground as the object landed a few feet away from, and I was able to see exactly what it was. A car battery. The car battery to Stiles' jeep, to be specific. "Yep. We're all screwed."

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"The boys' locker room? Really? I'm tired of you guys coming up with the plans. They all suck," I complain.

"There's nothing wrong with the boys' locker room," Stiles proclaimed.

"Are you serious? It smells like someone's had a bad case of athlete's foot for a year and hasn't gone to see a doctor," I state.