【Book One ----- Season One】COMPLETED
In which a young girl falls in love with a boy, who loves someone else while trying to figure out the dangerous town of Beacon Hills.
❝So... Lydia? You really love her?❞
❝Yeah. She's the most beautiful girl I've...
We ran up the stairs leading to another hallway, stumbling over our feet, and tried to open different classrooms. To our dismay, most were locked, and it wasn't until Lydia ran into one of the Chemistry rooms that we felt a slight relief settle in. We ran inside, and Scott quickly (and very impulsively) jammed the doorknob, placing a chair under it.
Heavy pants were heard from each of us - Terror looming like a dark cloud.
My eyes glanced around at the people around me - We were all looking at each other, waiting for the worst to happen. I leaned against the wall behind me, trying to calm down from the burning paranoia. Suddenly, footsteps were heard outside, making me freeze - the breaths I wanted to take jammed in my throat. Everyone seemed to have the same reaction as me. Lydia placed a hand over her mouth to stop herself from making noise.
His breathing hissed in my ears. I shut my eyes tightly.
I knew damn well that the Alpha wasn't stupid - He knew we were here. He could probably sniff us, our scent, our emotions, and hear the beating of our collective hearts racing to combustion. Yet, footsteps passed by - everyone sighed in relief - but I knew he was playing games with us and winning. His anticipation and pride were present - He had us where he wanted. We needed to believe we were safe before destroying us all together... and he was likely going to use Scott and me to do that.
"Jackson." Scott hissed suddenly, "How many people fit in your car?"
"Five. If someone squeezes on someone's lap." Answered the blonde in a surprisingly civilized manner.
"Five?" Allison hissed incredulously, "I barely fit in the back!"
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I shook my head. "It doesn't matter."
"There's no getting out without drawing attention," Stiles told us.
Scott pat Stiles' shoulder. "Well, what about this?" He rapidly made his way over to a closed door next to the chalkboard. "This leads to the roof. We can go down the fire escape to the parking lot in, like, seconds."
"That's a deadbolt," The latter pointed out to one of the locks.
The werewolf sighed, defeated but then gained a look of realization. "The janitor has a key."
My lips puckered, "You mean his dead body has it."
"I can get it." He commented and looked between the two of us before whispering, "I can find him by scent, by blood."
"Well, gee, that sounds like an incredibly terrible idea. What else you got?" Stiles asked.
"I'm getting the key," Scott said firmly and tried to walk past us.
I took his arm, "No, you're not."
"What do you mean no, I'm not?" He asked with bewilderment.
"I mean: No, you're not." My head shook vigorously. He stared down at me questioningly. "Look, I appreciate that you're selfless enough to risk your life for us, but don't you understand? It wants something from us, and you're going to give it to him."
