Stiles hated detention. He also hated Harris so detention with Harris was defiantly not a happy experience. By the end of the hour and a half, Stiles was about ready to start slashing tires; Harris' preferably. Stiles trudged down the empty hallway, dreading the laps he would have to run for missing a practice. As he made his way to his jeep, Stiles called Scott. He picked up on the fourth ring. "Hey man, where were you? Coach was pissed when you didn't show. Detention with Harris again?"
"Did it ever cross your wolfy, hormonal brain that maybe I skipped practice to see a girl." Stiles scolded as his searched his pocket for his keys. Scott laughed on the other line.
"Maybe, if the girl was a pale, sleazy teacher with a cowlick and glasses." Scott shot back.
"Ha ha. You, my hairy friend, are so funny. But yea Harris is an ass." Stiles admitted pulling out his keys.
"What did you do this time?" Scott asked sounding bored.
"What makes you think I did something wrong. Maybe I was wrongly accused. You know Harris has got it out for me. Probably just jealous of my quick wit and good looks. "
"Oh yea cause not everybody can pull off plaid like you do, Stiles." Scott added, playing along.
"Exactly! Its a very difficult-" Stiles began but stopped when he saw he had a flat tire. "Oh come on! You've got to be freaking kidding me!"
"What?" Scott asked slightly laughing at his friend's pain.
"I've got a damn flat." Stiles said angrily kicking the deflated rubber. It wasn't until he looked closer that he realized it was slashed. "Oh and it was slashed, too! This is just perfect. Today is just not my day! Today is Anti-Stiles day! Yay! Lets just give him detention and slash his tires!"
"Calm down, Dude. I doubt they're slashed." Scott argued. Stiles probably would have agreed but at that moment the Alpha twins, Ethan and Aiden, stepped out from behind his jeep.
"Need a ride, Stiles?" Aiden asked with a wicked smile. In a quick moment, Ethan snatched Stiles' phone from his hand and held to his own ear.
"Don't worry, Scotty. We'll make sure Stiles gets home safely." he snickered before hanging up and throwing the phone over his shoulder. The Alpha twins smiled as they started towards Stiles.
"Oh my God." Stiles sputtered as he frantically backed away. He dropped his bag and turned to run away. He didn't get very far though because not to far ahead, he saw Kali waiting for him with a cruel grin on her lips. She waved coyly with her clawed fingers. Stiles turned sharply, heading to the woods. The wolves cheerfully followed.
"Run Stiles!" Kali called out from behind him. He chanced a look over his shoulder to see them right behind him. Stiles ran as fast as he could, pumping his arms as he sprinted. The trees whipped past him, the branches smacking him in the face painfully.
Stiles ran for what felt like hours, the Alphas never catching him but were always close behind. Stiles suddenly face planted as his foot caught on a root sticking up out of the ground. Pain shot up his leg as he rolled a ways from the momentum.
"Damn it! Argh! God!" he hollered as clutched at his wounded ankle. The Alphas snickered as they approached him from the trees. He shot glares as he tried to scoot away. Ethan came up behind him, grabbed him by the hood of his red jacket and pulled him to his feet. Kali sauntered towards him, her hips swaying, and grabbed a hold of his face.
"Gotcha!" she smiled evilly, her eyes blood red. Stiles tried to jerk free but any movements caused his ankle to scream out in pain. So instead he jerked his face free from her grip, causing her thumb nail to scratch his cheek.
"That was fun!" Ethan snickered in his ear. He kept a tight grip on Stiles' arms, keeping him from running. Right then at that moment it occurred to Stiles that he might die.
