We smash against a exit door, pushing at it with all our might.

'What the hell?' Stiles groans. Scott presses his head between the doors to look outside. 'It's a dumpster,' he says, removing his head.

'He pushed it in front of the door to block us in,' Stiles breaths in realisation.

He continues to throw himself at the door, trying to push it open, but Scott grabs him and pulls him away.

'Stop!' he yells, and I look behind to see if anyone's coming. Like a big werewolf who wants to kill us.

'I'm not dying here,' Stiles hiss as we walk together down the corridor.

I'm just happy we're not running, because I'm starting to get blisters due to these stupid high heels.

'I'm not dying at school!'

'We're not gonna die,' I tell him.

'What is it doing – what does it want?' I look over at Stiles who has an expression as if he's going to piss his pants.

'Me!' Scott exclaims. 'Derek says it's stronger with a pack.'

'Oh, great,' Stiles groans, throwing his arms dramatically in the air. 'A psychotic werewolf who's into teamwork. That's – that's beautiful.'

'So beautiful,' I echo, smiling slightly.

Scott holds out an arm to stop us, and following his glance I see the Alpha standing on the roof, staring at us.

'Holy…' I gasp, just as it leaps across the roof towards us.

'I think we should run,' I murmur, just as we all take off. We've barely made it a few feet before the Alpha crashes through the window and takes off after us.

'Stairs?' I snarl as the boys push open the door that goes to the staircase, and they run down it. And then there's me trying to run down the stairs in my heels. They push open the door on the next floor, Stiles taking my hand to help me keep pace.

This is so not how I thought this day would be.

I never went to school here, so I have literally no idea where we're running. All I can do is trust these two boys and put my life in their hands.

I'm pulled into a new room and pressed up against several lockers, and I cover my mouth with my hand. How we outran that thing is beyond me, but I'm just glad we did.

I look over at the boys and see Scott looking around the lockers. I'm fine though. I can hear the growling is near enough. Don't need a visual close-up.

I think we all look like we're about to piss ourselves and cry at the same time.

Once Scott gives a small nod, indicating the Alpha is gone, and Stiles pushes me and we start to run again. God, I won't have to take a jog ever again in my life. That is if I survive the next few hours. Hope I do. Like Stiles said; I don't wanna die in a school!

'Okay, we have to do something,' Stiles says and we slow down.

'Like what?' I snort in response.

'I don't know. Kill it? Hurt it? Something!'

Several growls and kicking-sounds surround us, making us all jumpy.

My pulse is raising as we all look around.

'What are you doing?' I hiss at Stiles as he fishes out his keys from his pocket – which makes a lot of noise if you don't already know that.

He tosses them the opposite direction we start to run in, making the Alpha run the wrong way, and Stiles quickly presses a table in front of the door just as the Alpha leaps towards it. Luckily the table stops the door from opening, and I almost cry from joy as I hug Scott.

'Come on, get across,' Stiles says as the Alpha smashes against the door again. I crawl underneath the table, Stiles helping me to my feet while Scott leaps over it.

As Stiles leans forward, Scott grabs at him but misses. 'What are you doing?' he hisses, and Stiles ducks in surprise. 'I'm just trying to get a good look at it!' he defends, and I want to smack him in the head.

'You crazy?' I ask in a hiss.

'Look, it's trapped, okay?' Stiles says. 'It's not gonna get out.'

I sigh, giving up. He gets up on the table and looks out of the little window, getting too darn close for my liking.

'Stop it,' I snap.

'No,' Stiles argues, 'I'm not scared of it.'

The Alpha smashes against the door again, its claw attaching the tiny window making Stiles jump backwards and almost fall off the table. I grab for him and pull him down, pulling him as close to me as possible.

'Don't do that again,' I whimper is his hear and he nods.

'Not scared of you!' Stiles shouts and I hit him over the head. He deserves it. He's an idiot.

''Cause you're in there and we're out here!' he continues, clearly ignoring my hit. I probably shouldn't have done it. He just lost more brain cells.

Scott and I share annoyed glances.

'You're not going anyw–' Stiles stops mid-sentence as we see – and hear – several parts of the roof falling down. I look up at the roof, dread closing around me again. Of course it was too good to be true.

Stiles switches on his flashlight and lights up the roof that we hear sounds coming from, watching as it bends before one part of it falls down. That's when I've had enough and grab the sleeves of both boys and drag them with me. This time I have no problem running.

'Wait,' Scott says, stopping Stiles, making me run right into him. 'do you hear that?'

'Hear what?' Stiles and I ask in unison.

'That sounds like a phone ringing,' Scott murmurs.

'What?' Stiles groans.

'I know that ringing,' Scott whispers in realisation. 'It's Allison's phone.'

If I remember that correctly, that's his girlfriend. Right?

'Give me your phone,' Scott nudges at Stiles, who looks slightly mad but gives Scott his phone never the less. He types in a number and puts it to his ear.

'No, it's me,' he suddenly says, and I look over at Stiles. 'Where are you?'

'Where are you right now?' he asks after a short pause, and I look behind us.

'We better not get attacked right now while he's too busy chatting with his girlfriend,' I murmur and Stiles snorts.

'Where? Where are you exactly?'

This is going to take all night. He's asked that question three times now.

'Get to the lobby,' he orders. 'Go now!'

And then we're off again, running towards the lobby. Who knew a school could have a lobby? At least I think he said lobby. I didn't really listen. I have more important things on my mind, like the fact that my crush was killed by a werewolf that is now trying to kill us.

'Why did you come?' Scott asks as he pushes through the door and Allison comes into focus. 'Why– what are you doing here?'

Allison gives him an are-you-kidding-me? look.

'Because you asked me to,' she answers, looking at him as if he's lost his mind.

'I asked you to?' I asks, looking back at Stiles and myself. We both shrug and he turns back to Allison.

She looks down to get her phone, the dark and curly hair falling in front of her face. God damn it, I hate beautiful girls. I always feel intimidated. She shows him a text and from a distant I can read 'MEET ME AT THE SCHOOL. URGENT. -SCOTT'

By the look Scott must be giving Allison, she suddenly looks uncertain. 'Why do I get a feeling you didn't send this?' she murmurs, and from his profile I can tell he's mortified.

'Because I didn't,' he answers, and I look over at Stiles. I can tell his brain is working and that he's only partially paying attention.

'Did you drive here?' I ask, walking up to stand behind Scott.

'Jackson did,' she answers, and I stare at her.

'Jackson?' I ask, slightly confused.

'Jackson?!' Scott cries and I hush him. 'He's here, too?'

'And Lydia,' she adds, making me feel like I need to take a look in the year book. 'What's going on?' Allison asks, 'who sent this text?'

The phone starts to ring and Allison answers; 'where are you?'

And of course, two seconds – literally – two people walk in. I'm going to take a wild guess; Jackson and Lydia.

'Finely,' Lydia sighs. 'Can we go now?'

Allison nods, just as a creaking sound comes from above and I look up.

I watch as Scott and Allison entwine hands, and I walk away from the group a bit to follow the sound. Where that courage comes from I have no idea.

'Run!' Scott yells and I turn around to see everyone run pass me, and I hurry after. Why do I always end up in the back? I go jogging every day! Well, almost…

I barely make it to the stairs just as the Alpha falls through the roof. I take two steps at a time in hope I'll climb the stairs faster.

I run for my life with the others, the adrenalin pumping so high that I think I just might faint. I catch up with Jackson and Lydia, both looking even more frightened than me. Make me feel slightly good about myself, until I realise that I'm being chased by a werewolf. The good feeling quickly disappears to put it that way.

I make in for a sprint and smashes through a door just as Stiles does and we almost fall over while Scott securely locks the door.

'Help me get this in front of the door,' Scott yells, running towards a table.

'Scott, wait,' Stiles calls out and I move to stand beside him.

'What was that?' Allison asks, 'Scott, what was that?'

'What happened to the ceiling?' Lydia asks, and I shake my head. So much frustration in one room can murder the ability to think.

'Just help me!' Scott yells, having found a 'dairy fresh milk' bar instead. Jackson moves to help him push it. I didn't think they were friends? Oh well, guess that's what happens when you're at the verge of being killed together. Allison moves to help as well.

'Guys,' Stiles calls, and I look at him. 'If we just wait a second,' he tries, but everyone seems to be busy moving tables and anything they can find on front of the door. Because that's completely rational when it's been getting around through the roof for the last 10 minutes.

'You guys, listen to me,' Stiles groans. 'Can we wait a second?' he asks, raising his voice slightly.

'Guys,' he tries again and we both watch as they all just continue to push everything in front of the door.

'Stiles talking,' he tries instead, almost making me smile. 'Can we hang on one second, please?' This time he almost shouts.

'HELLO!' I eventually yell for him, getting everyone's attention.

'Okay,' Stiles sighs, 'nice work.' His tone is dripping with sarcasm. 'Really beautiful job everyone. Now,' he starts, clapping his hands together dramatically, what should we do about the 20 foot wall of windows?' he asks, gesturing to the wall consisting of 90% windows.

Realisation dawns on all of them, and I'm positive I hear Lydia swear.

'Can somebody please let me know what's going on because I am freaking out here,' Allison begs, turning to Scott and tugging on his sleeve. 'and I'd really like to know why,' she continues. 'Scott–'

Scott moves away from her and drags his hand down his face. Bet he's trying to come up with a brilliant way to explain all this. Jackson looks towards us – me and Stiles – and lifts his arms slightly up in the air as to say 'you explain'.

Scott looks to Stiles – I like to think he looks at Stiles because I'm sure as hell not going to say anything – for help.

'Somebody killed the janitor,' he eventually says, taking a step closer to the others.

'What?' Lydia squeak.

'Yeah, the janitor's dead,' I echo from behind Stiles. Screw the whole not-saying-anything part.

'What're they talking about?' Allison asks, almost laughing with disbelief. She looks towards Scott who seems like he's having a panic attack. 'Is this a joke?'

'Wha– Who killed him?' Jackson asks. I like him the most so far.

'No, no, no, no, no,' Lydia murmurs. 'It is supposed to be a mountain lion –'

'No, don't you get it?' Jackson asks. Poor Lydia – I've never seen anyone looks so distraught. 'It was never a mountain lion.'

'Who was it?' Allison cries, and I glare at her.

Stop crying, bitch.

'What does he want?' she proceeds to ask. 'What's happening? Scott!'

'I– I– I don't know!' he lies and I sigh. 'I– I– I– just… If… If we go out there he's gonna kill us.'

'Us?' Lydia asks is a tone that implies she's hoping she doesn't include is 'us'.

'He's gonna kill us?'

'Who?' Allison asks. 'Who is it?'

There's a long silence where I exchange a glance with Stiles before he looks to Scott for answers.

'It's Derek,' he answers eventually, and I stare at him, mouth agape.

Say what?

'It's Derek Hale.'