A/N: So... AP testing is officially over for me, but... guess what?! Now I have three major projects worth a HUGE chunk of my grade due! Ugh. Thanks a lot AP Lit and Stats. So, expect updates to come every other week or so, because these will literally make or break my grade. ._. On the bright side, I won't be having finals in these classes, so that gets a load off my shoulders...
WEDNESDAY
FEBRUARY 2, 2011
"Call the cops," Jackson ordered, looking at us pointedly.
"No," Stiles said, helping me stand up. I was still shaking slightly, whether it was from my tears or my anger towards Scott, I had no idea.
"Wh- what do you mean no?!" Jackson demanded, his eyes holding nothing but impatience and fury.
"I mean no," Stiles retorted. "You wanna hear it is Spanish? No. French? Non. Look, Derek killed three people, okay?" I clenched Stiles's jacket tightly, and I felt his hand go over mine. "We don't know what he's armed with."
"Your dad is armed with an entire sheriff's department. Call him!"
"I'm calling," Lydia declared, taking out her own phone.
"No, Lydia, would you hold on a sec–" He moved to get to Lydia, but Jackson blocked him, almost punching him in the process (and I was sure he would've enjoyed it if he did get to punch my brother).
"Yes, we're at Beacon Hills High School," Lydia reported to the operator. "We're trapped, and we need you to–" she waited for the person on the other line to talk. "But–" Lydia pulled her phone away, staring down at it in disbelief. "She hung up on me."
"The police hung up on you?" Allison asked incredulously. Apparently, she didn't realize that the police were people, too, and they suffered from lots of phone pranks all the time.
"She said they got a tip warning them that there are gonna be prank calls about a break-in at the high school," Lydia reported. "She said if I called again, they're gonna trace it and have me arrested."
"Okay, then call again," Allison said. I knew that she wanted Lydia to do that so they'd trace us in order to find and arrest us, but little did she know…
"No, they won't trace a cell," I muttered bitterly. "They'll send a car to your house before they send anyone here…"
"What the- wh- what?" Allison sputtered. "Why does Derek want to kill us? Why is he killing anyone?"
I turned my bloodshot eyes at Scott and glared at him. I could feel that the others were staring at him as well, but not as banefully as I was. "Why's everyone looking at me?"
I pushed away from Stiles and walked further into the classroom. I took a seat on the cold floor in the corner, and began to finger the cold leather of Derek's jacket.
"Sindy?" a voice I really didn't want to hear right now asked.
I looked up and saw Stiles and Scott standing in front of me. I stood up, brushing past the hand that Scott had offered me. I didn't miss the hurt look on his face, but he quickly hid it.
"Okay, first off, throwing Derek under the bus, nicely done," Stiles commented semi-sarcastically. He enjoyed the fact that it was Derek, but I guess since I took it personally, he was a bit torn by the whole story.
"I- I- I didn't know what to say," Scott stuttered. "I had to say something. And if he's dead, then it doesn't matter, right? Except if he's not… Oh, God. Sindy, I'm so sorry. You don't know how much I am. An- and… I just totally bit off Allison's head."
"And she'll totally get over it," Stiles assured. "Allison… Uh… you've got a lot of making up to do for Sindy…" Stiles looked at me sympathetically. "Look, I know you're mad at Scott, but be mad at him later. Right now, there are bigger issues at hand here, like, how do we get out alive?"
I frowned. Stiles was right. But after this, I was not going to be happy with Scott.
"But we are alive," Scott pointed out. "It could've killed us already. It's like it's cornering us or something."
"So, what, he wants to eat us all at the same time?" Stiles inquired.
"No!" Scott whisper-yelled. "Derek said it wants revenge."
"Against who? Allison's family?" I suggested. I wonder if Scott knew about the story of Kate Argent, but judging by the way he was so closed off from Derek, he had no idea. And if Scott had no idea, then Stiles had no idea.
"Maybe that's what the text was about," Stiles agreed. "Someone had to send it."
"Okay, assheads!" Jackson snapped. I glared at him. "Sorry, Sindy. Anyway, new plan. Stiles calls his useless dad and tells him to send someone with a gun and decent aim. Are we good with that?"
I frowned. Did someone else I cared for have to die tonight again, too? I looked from the others to Scott, back to Stiles.
Dad was the only parent we had left… After Mom died, he did everything he could to care for us, and though Stiles acted out sometimes, we always made sure that it wouldn't harm Dad. Besides each other, he was all we had left.
"He's right," Scott agreed. "Tell him the truth if you have to… just… just call him."
"Look, my sister and I are not going to watch our dad get eaten alive," Stiles refused, shaking his head from side to side.
"Alright, give me the phone," Jackson demanded, walking over to Stiles. Stiles, however, wasn't having it, and whirled around, punching Jackson right in the jaw, causing the captain to stumble.
"What the hell is wrong with you two tonight?!" Allison demanded, helping Jackson up.
I suppose we were acting out of character, especially since I lashed out at Scott earlier, and now Stiles all but sucker-punched Jackson.
I ignored her, and watched my brother pull out his cell phone from his pocket. He tapped his screen a couple of times before saying, "Dad, hey, it's me… Annnnd it's your voicemail. Look, I need you to call me back now. Like, right now." The door the others had barricaded started to shake profusely. "We're at the school. Dad, we're at the school." Stiles hung up, and I winced as the screws started to fall from the door.
"The kitchen," Stiles realized. "The door out of the kitchen leads to the stairwell."
"Which only goes up!" Scott told us. Like we didn't know that already.
"Up is better than here," I said, whirling to look at Scott. I grabbed Stiles's hand, taking off with him, and the others behind us.
I had to let go of Stiles's hand on the way, as it was getting harder for us to move, and we ran through the hallways, trying to find an unlocked door. Lydia was finally able to open the door to our chemistry class, and we all scrambled in.
Scott shut and locked the door behind us before placing a chair under the knob.
I grabbed Stiles's hand and clenched it tightly when I saw a shadow walk past the classroom. When it passed, all of us exhaled in relief.
"Jackson, how many people can fit in your car?" Scott asked, looking at the lacrosse captain.
"Five, if someone squeezes on someone's lap," Jackson explained, eyes darting back and forth around all of us. "But since Sindy's pretty small, she can fit illegally."
"Five?" Allison questioned in disbelief. "I barely fit in the back."
"Doesn't matter," Stiles quipped. "There's no getting out without drawing attention."
Scott realized something and walked over to the other door in the classroom. "What about this?" he asked, pointing at it. "This leads to the roof. We can go down the fire escape to the parking lot in, like, seconds."
"That's a deadbolt," I deadpanned, gesturing to the lock on the door.
An idea popped into his head. It made me wonder if it was actually a good one, this time. "The janitor has a key," Scott explained. Nope. False alarm.
"You mean his body has a key," Stiles corrected his best friend, giving him a pointed look.
"I can get it," Scott declared, eyes looking between us. "I can find him by scent, by blood."
"Well, gee, that sounds like an incredibly terrible idea," Stiles rolled his eyes.
"Please, share with us some more of your grand ideas," I crossed my arms, touching the cold leather as I did so. First Derek, now he was going to risk himself? I was mad at Scott, but I wasn't going to let him die.
Scott looked down at me before declaring, "I'm getting the key." He brushed past Stiles and me, heading to the door.
"Are you serious?" Allison whispered in a demanding tone towards Scott.
"It's the best plan," Scott explained. "Someone has to get the key if we wanna get out of here."
"You can't go out there unarmed," Allison refuted.
He's not going out there totally unarmed. He can wolf-out, but it's not like I can say that. Let's hope there was a decent weapon around this classroom for Scott to use.
Scott looked around before grabbing a stick with a pointer finger sticking out at the top. … Did Scott lose some brain cells when he became a werewolf? Derek was intelligent, but Scott... he needed to get his brain checked. I threw him a look of disbelief. "It's better than nothing," Scott defended, looking at me with a reprimanded look. I knew he knew that it was a useless "weapon," if you could actually call that stick that.
"Yeah, what are you gonna do?" I rolled my eyes. "Point him in another direction?"
"There's gotta be something else," Stiles said, looking around the classroom.
"There is," Lydia said, eyes focused on something. I followed her gaze into the chemical cabinet in the corner.
"What are we gonna do? Throw acid on him?" Stiles suggested. I wonder if acid would actually work on a werewolf… An Alpha, at that.
"No," Lydia scoffed. "Like a fire bomb. In there is everything you need to make a self-igniting Molotov cocktail."
"Self… igniting…" Stiles started slowly, trying to process what Lydia just said.
"Molotov… cocktail," Lydia explained slowly. We gave her blank looks, trying to figure out just what a self-igniting Molotov cocktail was. Then I remembered it was one of those fire flask thingies some protestors used sometimes. "What? I read it somewhere."
"We don't have a key for that, either," Stiles gestured to the lock. Jackson brought his leather-clad elbow through the glass, shattering it.
"Now we do," I declared, gesturing for Lydia to go right ahead. She gathered all the ingredients, and got started on making the Molotov cocktail.
She corked the Erlenmeyer flask when she was done, handing it to Scott, who took it.
"No," Allison protested, stepping forward. "No, this is insane. You can't do this. You cannot go out there."
"We can just sit here, waiting for Stiles and Sindy's dad to check his messages," Scott refuted.
"You could die. Don't you get that? He's killed three people," Allison pushed.
"Look," I interjected, placing a hand on Scott's hand and moved him aside. "We'll be next if Scott doesn't do something." I really hate this cover story we were using, and actually even implying Derek was the cause of this caused a sour aftertaste in my mouth.
"Somebody has to do something," Scott agreed, nodding.
"Scott, just stop," Allison ordered. "Do you remember – do you remember when you told me you knew whether or not I was lying? That I had a tell? Now, I don't know about Sindy, but I know you have one. You're a horrible liar. And you've been lying all night. Just… just please… please don't go. Please don't leave us, please." By the time she was done, Allison was sobbing lightly.
"Lock the door behind me," Scott told me before moving to walk away.
He was, however, pulled back by Allison, and she passionately kissed him, refusing to let him go. My heart ached as I remembered the rough, exhilarating kiss Derek and I shared against his car before Scott summoned the Alpha to the school.
Scott pulled away and looked at Allison for a short second before walking off, heading to the closed door.
I walked after Scott and he opened the door before looking at me. "Sindy… listen… I- I'm sorry. That I threw Derek under the bus like that. I- I know you and he have… something going on, but… I had no other choice."
"Now's not the time, Scott," I brushed off, not wanting to talk about it.
"I'm sorry," he said, leaning down and kissing my forehead, not unlike my father and Stiles sometimes.
"Go, Scott," I said, giving his chest a light shove. He nodded and walked off, and I locked the door behind him. I leaned my head against the door and sighed heavily.
"Hey," Stiles said, running a comforting hand up and down my arm. "You okay?"
"Yeah…" I mumbled. "I- it's just… b- before the Alpha showed up… Derek and I kissed…"
"I know," Stiles said softly. "I know. I don't wanna admit it, but… you and Derek are a couple, whether you choose to have a label or not. I can see it, y'know? You're falling for him."
"I can't," I shook my head, still leaning against the cool wood.
"And why can't you, hm?" Stiles asked.
"… I… he… he can't love," I told Stiles. "You know how his family died? How Laura was killed? There was a story behind it… I- it's not my place to tell you, but he can't love. He told me."
"Did he say that specifically?" Stiles inquired.
"No, but it was implied…" I mumbled, remembering what he told me a few days ago.
"Sindy, Sindy, Sindy," Stiles said, rubbing my back in soothing motions. "You might not realize it, but you're a pretty lovable girl. Even a sourwolf like Derek will realize it eventually. I'm not really looking forward to him being around all the time, but… if he makes you happy, then go for it."
"You're talking as though he's still alive," I pointed out.
"Isn't that what you believe?" Stiles quipped. "Besides, if he can still be that much of an ass with a bullet poisoning his system, I'm pretty sure a stab like that isn't gonna keep him down. Actually, he's probably so much of an ass that Hell doesn't even want him."
I reached around and whacked Stiles's shoulder, a small smile creeping onto my face. Stiles caught my hand and grinned. "There's the smile I've been waiting to see."
I turned around, and hugged Stiles. "Thanks," I mumbled into his chest.
"Any time," Stiles replied, returning the embrace, rubbing my back up and down. "C'mon. Let's get back to the others."
Stiles directed me back to where Allison, Jackson, and Lydia were waiting, all tense, but especially Allison.
"I don't get this," Allison whispered. "I don't get why he's out there, and why he left us. And I can't… I can't stop my hands from shaking."
"It's okay," Jackson reassured, grabbing Allison's hands. "It's okay. It's gonna be okay."
"Jackson, you handed me the sulfuric acid, right?" Lydia inquired. "It has to be sulfuric acid. It won't ignite if it's not."
"I gave you exactly what you asked for, okay?" Jackson snapped lowly.
"Yeah," Lydia conceded. "Yeah, I'm sure you did."
"Jackson, are you okay?" I asked worriedly. He wasn't acting like himself, and he was poisoned by wolfsbane. All of a sudden, there was a roar or a howl – one of those two – and then Jackson doubled over in pain, screaming in agony.
I saw that his wound was still there, and exchanged a look with Stiles, who was still holding me.
"No, I'm fine," Jackson pulled away from Allison and Lydia, who had helped him up.
"That didn't sound okay at all," Allison pointed out.
"What's on the back of your neck?" Stiles inquired, reaching for Jackson's neck. His hand was immediately slapped away by the lacrosse star.
"I said I'm fine," Jackson growled through his teeth.
"It's been there for days," Lydia informed us. "He won't tell me what happened."
"As if you actually care," Jackson spat to his girlfriend. Harsh.
"Alright, can we not argue for half a second here?" I grumbled.
"You wanna talk about arguing? How about that huge hissy fit you threw at McCall earlier, hm?" Jackson demanded. "Was it because your boyfriend's actually a murderer?"
"Don't talk about him like that!" I growled, moving to head to the taller boy, but was held back by Stiles.
"Look, Sindy's right," Stiles pointed out. "We need to stop arguing."
"Where's Scott? He should be back by now," Allison sighed. All of a sudden, I heard a snap, and glanced at the door. "Scott!" Allison exclaimed. She ran over to the door and tried to open it. "Scott!" she yelled, pounding on it.
"Stop," Lydia said. "Stop!" she snapped. "Do you hear that? Listen!"
We were all silent for a few seconds, before we heard it. It was the sound of sirens. We ran to the window, and saw two police cars stopping in front of the school, next to Stiles's jeep.
It didn't take long for Dad to come up to the school and break down the door, freeing us. "Dad!" I cried, throwing my arms around him.
"Sindy!" Dad said, hugging me tightly. He cradled my face and asked, "Are you alright? Are you okay? Are you hurt? Stiles?"
"I'm fine," Stiles said, going over to us. "We're both okay."
"C'mon," Dad said to the others. "Let's get you kids out of here. Deputy, take care of those three. I'll handle these two."
"Wait, where's Scott?" I asked, looking around as we walked down the hallway.
"Stiles!" I heard a faint voice call. "Sindy!" Then rapid footsteps.
"Scott!" Stiles exhaled as his best friend joined us. "You're okay!"
"Yeah…" Scott nodded his head. He looked over to our dad and greeted, "Sheriff…"
"Scott," Dad acknowledged, nodding his own head. "You alright there, son?"
"Y- yeah," Scott said, panting heavily. "I went to go get the key from the janitor's body, b- but… was led off."
"Janitor's body?" my dad repeated in confusion. "Start from the beginning."
I stayed quiet, letting the boys explain what had happened. They were still going with the whole "Derek Hale is a murderer" story, and I just couldn't accept that.
"You sure it was Derek Hale?" Dad asked once they were done. We stepped outside, where more police cars had gathered.
"Yes," Scott said with confidence.
"I saw him, too," Stiles nodded, going with the story. I, however, kept silent. If I said something against them, it would cause a lot of confusion, and the story would be warped. And if it was warped, it risked the truth coming out.
Sorry, Derek, I mentally apologized. I had to keep quiet.
"What about the janitor?" Scott inquired, remembering Dad had ordered a deputy to search for the janitor's body.
"We're still looking," Dad explained, walking down the steps with us.
"Did you check under the bleachers? Under them?" Scott suggested with impatience.
"Yeah, Scott, we looked," Dad sighed. "We pulled them out just like you asked… there's nothing."
"I'm not making this up," Scott protested, shaking his head.
"I know," Dad nodded. "I believe you, I do."
"No, you don't," Scott frowned. "You have this look like you feel bad for me. Like you wanna believe me, but I know you don't."
"Listen, we're gonna search this whole school. We're gonna find him, okay? I promise."
"Sheriff!" a deputy in the distance called for my father's attention.
"Stay," Dad ordered, throwing us all pointed looks. "All three of you."
"Well, we survived, dude," Stiles exhaled. "You know? We outlasted the Alpha. It's still good, right? Being alive?"
"When we were in the chemistry room, he walked right by us," Scott explained. "You don't think that it heard us? You don't think it exactly where we were?"
"What are you saying, then?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows. "It purposely left us alive, then?"
"It wants me in its pack," Scott explained. "But, I think, first… I have to get rid of my old pack."
The crease between my eyebrows grew as I frowned deeply. "Old pack?" I echoed. I wasn't understanding what was going on.
"What do you mean?" Stiles elaborated further. "What old pack?"
"Allison, Jackson, Lydia… you two…" Scott listed, his eyes falling on us.
"The Alpha doesn't wanna kill us," Stiles concluded, realizing the Alpha's true objective.
Scott nodded in agreement before solemnly turning around. "It wants me to do it. And that's not even the worst part."
"How in the holy hell is that not the worst part, Scott?"
"Because when he made me shift… I wanted to do it," Scott admitted, looking at us dead in the eyes. "I wanted to kill you guys. All of you."
I was speechless. I didn't know what to say. Half of me wanted to punch Scott with everything I had. The other half of me wanted to just hold him, accept him for who he was.
Despite tonight not being one of Scott's best moments, he was one of my best friends. I knew he had no choice but to say it was Derek… but… there were other ways of skirting around the truth. Did he have to rat out someone who was actually trying to help him control his powers?
Scott saw something, and we followed him, walking over to an ambulance, where, to our surprise, sat Dr. Deaton.
"There you are," Dr. Deaton greeted Scott casually, like he didn't disappear to turn into a giant, gruesome werewolf Alpha and then proceeded to attack us and almost maim us all.
"How… how did you-" Scott sputtered in disbelief.
"Get out?" Deaton offered. "Not easily. And from what they tell me, I'm alive because of you. I think I owe you a raise."
"Guys, come on, let's let the EMTs do their job," Dad came up to us. "You can talk to him later. Scott, I'm assuming you'll need a ride home."
"Yes, sir," Scott nodded. He then spotted something, or rather, someone, off in the distance, and yelled, "Allison!" He ran off, heading over to the teenager.
I scrambled into the backseat of the police cruiser, not wanting to do anything. I just wanted to go home, now. I had to change out of my shirt, at least, though, since it was stained with Derek's black blood. I curled into a ball, hiding beneath Derek's jacket, which, unfortunately, no longer smelled like him.
I could still remember Derek's faint, strong, nature scent, but was disappointed to feel that there was no physical, lingering scent.
Stiles climbed into the front seat, and later, Scott joined me in the backseat. He looked like a kicked puppy, and I decided that I could forgive Scott for what he did… because he kept us safe tonight. After all, he was my best friend for as long as I can remember.
Allison ignoring him was punishment enough.
Dad soon climbed into the driver's seat, and drove off, heading to Scott's house first. Melissa was waiting on the front porch, and when Scott climbed out, she ran over to him, hugging him. Melissa and Dad exchanged words, before she looked at us, giving us small smiles.
Once Dad was sure Melissa and Scott were back in their home, safe, he drove us home. He didn't turn off the engine as he pulled into our driveway, as I knew he still had some work to do.
"You two get to bed," he ordered. "The school's going to be shut down for the next couple of days, so just take this time to recuperate, alright?"
I nodded my head, climbing out of the back. Stiles and I tiredly walked to our room, and I entered my room, turning on the light.
Strangely enough, my window was open, and I frowned. I was sure I had closed it before I went to school this morning. I walked over to the window, closing and then locking it. It was then something on my desk caught my eye.
On my desk was my handbag, next to a small puddle of black liquid. When I touched it, it was thick, much like blood. I spotted my notepad, which was smeared slightly with the same black liquid, but relief filled my body when I spotted the four words on the paper:
I'll see you soon.
Ayase Yuuki: Thank you~! I MISSED YOU, TOO. Ierno. Scott's a butthole. :c I think at this point, Sindy's loyalties are a wee bit stronger and with Derek now than anything...
Guest: Awww, thank you! :) But you're the one that's cute. ;)
teresaseda28: Ahh, yeah. When I watched that episode, I wanted to punch Scott so badly. How could he do that?! Hahh, puns are so punny. x]
MsRose91: Thank you! Well, it's more of my take, because, well, he still went to her house to let her know that he's okay. ;)
taciturnAnalyst: Ooh~ okie then. Thank you! :D
Marine76: Thank you! I'm so sorry for these slow updates! :|
xInfinitex: Ugh! You don't know how happy your review made me! My life has been so stressful lately, and I don't feel like talking to anybody, so I keep it all in, so that really cheered me up! Thank you! ^^
Madein-ParisLondonTokyo: Thank you!
megladon1616: Hahah, it's a slow burn relationship-wise, but quite heated. I believe Derek's more of a physical than emotional guy (at this point).
monzepelmoon: I don't get your question... could you reword it in a way so I do...? Because... regeneration never played a huge role in the Teen Wolf continuity much, either, so... I really don't get why it would play a huge role in this story...?
Melanie: AHAHAHAHAH. Your review legitimately made me laugh out loud. xD Don't bother censoring yourself. It's amusing seeing reactions like that, and it's not like I'm so innocent with my words either. ;D
C.M. Gate: Thank you! And writing is my sanctuary from studying! ^^
A/N: So, this story has over 100 reviews! Oh my God, you guys are AH-MA-ZING. I honestly did NOT think this story would get so big (hey, 100+ reviews is big in my books, especially since we're not even close to finishing ;D), like my Lovebirds series, which recently hit me with new ideas, so I'm hoping to update that story by the end of this week or so. ;D Please do continue to read and enjoy this story and leave reviews, because, honestly, guys, you guys make my day more than anything else in this world, and writing's been such a huge part of my life, so to actually feel acknowledged means the world to me. :) If you're still reading this, take a virtual cookie, hahah. ;)
