The Start of It All [1]

Night School

"Lock it! Lock it!" Scott yelled at us as we were holding the door shut, so that the alpha can't come in.

"Does it look like we have a key?!" I yelled at him.

"Grab something!" Jocelyn suggested.

"What?"

"Anything!" Scott replied.

Stiles suddenly got up, looking out the window from the doors. The three of us got up ourselves and saw what he was looking at.

The bolt cutters.

"No." Scott said when he figured out his plan.

"Yes."

"Stiles, no, don't!" Scott tried to stop him, but he didn't listen. Stiles pushed the door open just enough for him to get out, closing it as quiet as he could behind him. He stood by the door for a second before walking over to the bolt cutters, looking around a bit as he grabbed them.

The three of us started to freak out when we saw the alpha come out from behind Stiles's car, creeping up behind him.

I suddenly felt this fear overwhelm my senses, and panic rose in my chest when I saw how close the alpha was to him. How close it was to killing him, and he didn't even know.

"Come back, come back!" I yelled at him desperately. "Stiles!" I banged on the door to get his attention, and Stiles turned away from us just to see the alpha only a few feet away from him.

The alpha started to chase after him and Stiles ran like hell. He came back inside, shutting the doors, and put the bolt cutters in between, jamming them so the alpha couldn't enter.

We all looked through the windows, but didn't see the alpha anywhere.

"Where is it?" Scott wondered aloud. "Where'd it go?"

Stiles grabbed his flashlight, turning it on and pointing it out towards the window, before all of us slowly backed away from the doors, breathing heavily in fear.

"That won't hold, will it?" Jocelyn asked, gulping in fear.

"Probably not." Stiles answered.

A loud howl in the distance could be heard as we looked down the long dark school hallway.

At that moment we all bolted, quickly running into a random classroom, shutting the door.

"The desk!" Stiles said, and we all chipped in to push the desk towards the door to prevent anyone from getting in.

"Stop, stop." I said, knowing that this wouldn't work. I have to stop letting my fear in. I have to start thinking like a hunter. "The door's not gonna keep it out."

"I know." Scott said.

"I hate your boss." Stiles snapped.

"What?"

"Deaton, the alpha? Your boss." He pointed to him.

"No." Scott replied, refusing to believe him.

"Yes, murdering psycho werewolf." He whisper yelled.

"That can't be." Scott whined.

"Oh, come on. He disappears, and that thing shows up ten seconds later to toss Derek twenty feet through the air? That's not convenient timing?" Stiles pointed out.

"It's not him." Scott argued.

"He killed Derek." He stated. I looked down when he said that because Derek was actually starting to grow on me and now he's dead.