There was a tense feeling in the classroom after Scott snapped at Allison. No one seemed to know what to do.
"All right, why don't we ease back on the throttle here, yeah?" Stiles suggested, pulling Scott to the side.
"Okay, first off, throwing Derek under the bus, nicely done," Stiles hissed at his best friend.
"I didn't know what to say. I had to say something. And if he's dead then it doesn't matter, right? Except if he's not. Oh, god, I totally just bit her head off," he panicked, finding it hard to concentrate when everyone's rapid heartbeats are overtaking his hearing.
"And she'll totally get over it. Bigger issues at hand here, like how do we get out alive?" Stiles proposed.
"But we are alive. It could've killed us already. It's like it's cornering us or something," Scott realised, confused.
"So what, he wants to eat us all at the same time?" Stiles wondered.
"No! Derek said it wants revenge."
"Against who?"
"Allison's family?" Scott guessed.
"Maybe that's what the text was about. Someone had to send it."
"Okay, assheads - new plan. Stiles calls his useless dad and tells him to send someone with a gun and decent aim. Are we good with that?" Jackson recommended.
"He's right. Tell him the truth if you have to, just-just call him," Scott said glumly.
"I'm not watching my dad get eaten alive." Stiles said, forcefully.
"All right, give me the phone," Jackson made a reach for it but before he could, Stiles swung round a punched him square in the jaw.
Jackson fell to the floor at the force of the impact with Allison running over to check on him while his best friend and girlfriend just watched, feeling extremely scared and very secluded from the rest of the others.
"Jackson! Are you okay? Hey, are you okay?" Allison checked on him, crouching beside his head helping him up before glaring at Stiles. Elle was confused at why Allison cared so much for Jackson when they hardly got on two days ago.
Stiles gave in seeing it was no use and had to be done, he dialled his fathers phone, "Dad, hey, it's me. And it's your voice mail. Look, I need you to call me back now. Like, right now. We're at the school. Dad, we're at the school." During the phone call, Jackson smirked to himself before dropping it as Allison turned back around to face him.
A sudden rattling echoed through the room as the alpha banged against the door, chair wobbling and the screws coming loose and falling out. They all moved back. Lydia grabbed hold of Jackson's arm and hid herself behind him as he used his other arm to block Allison from harms way. Elle, next to Allison, grabbed hold of Stiles' arm again, quite close to his hand and even though it was really bad timing, he couldn't help but look down at her hand to her face then back at the door blushing.
"Oh my god." Lydia whimpered.
Stiles came up with a plan, "The kitchen, the door out of the kitchen leads to the stairwell,"
"Which only goes up," Scott commented.
"Up is better than here," Stiles and Elle said together as Stiles pushed all of them in the direction they were going, him bringing up the rear. They all made it through the door and started up the stair when the alpha broke through the the door.
They headed up a few flights of stairs and hid in the nearest classroom, which was luckily a chemistry lab. Scott placed the nearest chair under the door handle to prevent it from moving. They held their breath when a low growl rung through the room when the alpha stomped past them slowly.
"Jackson, how many people can fit in your car?" Scott wondered,
"Five, if someone squeezes on someone's lap,"
"Five? I barely fit in the back." Elle hissed at him, "Me and Allison were basically one person."
"It doesn't matter. There's no getting out without drawing attention," said Stiles.
"What about this? This leads to the roof. We can go down the fire escape to the parking lot in, like, seconds," Scott suggested, rushing to another door on the room.
"That's a deadbolt." Elle informed them.
"The janitor has a key." Scott realised.
"You mean his body has it," Stiles corrected.
"I can get it. I can find him by scent, by blood," Scott suggested.
"Well, gee, that sounds like an incredibly terrible idea. What else you got?" Stiles sarcasm just rolled out of him and if it wasn't such a dangerous situation, Elle would have laughed at him.
"I'm getting the key," Scott said with a finality in his tone.
"Are you serious?" Allison asked, shocked.
"Well, it's the best plan. Someone has to get the key if we wanna get out of here." Scott said knowingly.
"You can't go out there unarmed," complained Allison, so Scott picked up a small wooden pointer.
"Well, it's better than nothing."
"There's gotta be something else," reasoned Stiles.
"There is," Elle realised, she nudged Lydia to get her attention and they both stared at the cupboard harbouring all the acids.
"What are we gonna do? Throw acid on him?" Stiles quipped.
"No. Like a fire bomb. In there is everything you need to make a self-igniting molotov cocktail." Elle pointed out, obviously.
"Self-igniting-" Stiles tried.
"-molotov cocktail. What? I read it somewhere." Lydia finished before her friend.
"We don't have a key for that either," sighed Stiles. Jackson, who was leaning against it, shoved his elbow through the glass on both doors so they could access the chemicals.
Elle and Lydia instructed the others on what ones they had to get out and what equipment they needed. The girls were all set up, making the cocktail that would aid them with the alpha problem.
"Jackson, hand me the sulfuric acid," Lydia asked him. He spotted the sulphuric acid he needed but hesitated. The hesitation went unnoticed by the girls as he eventually passed it to Lydia. Lydia handed it over to Elle who poured it in to the right amount. She stirred and shook the mixture to make it right before passing it over to Scott.
"No. No, this is insane, you can't do this. You cannot go out there," Allison panicked.
"We can't just sit here waiting for Stiles' dad to check his messages," Scott argued.
"You could die. Don't you get that? He's killed three people,"
"And we're next. Somebody has to do something,"
"Scott, just stop. Do you remember-do you remember when you told me you knew whether or lying? That I had a tell. Well, so do you. 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," Allison begged while the others just stood around awkwardly.
Scott just sighed, "Lock it behind me," he looked at Stiles. Allison pulled Scott towards her and kissed him as a last chance to persuade him.
"I don't get this. 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," commented Allison as she sat cross legged on a desk with Jackson next to her, comforting her. Lydia and Elle were after him and Stiles was leaning against a wall on the other side of the Argent teen.
Stiles couldn't help but worry. His best friend was outside possibly dead. His dad could hear his voicemail at any time and come then get killed. Is Derek dead? Now he was stuck in a chemistry lab with: an over emotional wreck of a teen girl who happens to be his best friend's girlfriend, a cocky little jackass that he punched who is getting too close to said girlfriend, a genius bitch who's boyfriend is the one he punched and finally the love of his life.
His eyes stared blankly at the opposite wall but his eyes ended up drifting to Elle more than once. Lydia caught this but decided to do nothing about it as now was not the time and she thought of just how much he seemed to really care about her. He sighed before moving over to Elle and pulling her into a hug.
She wrapped her arms under his and clutched at the back of his jacket. His face was pressed into the crook of her neck when he bent down and she was on tip-toes to reach his tall height. They inhaled the scents of each other to calm themselves down; hearts pounding in each other's chest when they pressed against each other more- finding comfort in the other.
Lydia looked over at them and a small smile etched its way onto her face. If he made her happy, she would accept him. Anything for Isabelle Nightly. As she stared, her eyes drifted towards where all the chemicals were and she saw that a chemical that wasn't sulfuric acid was put next to the cocktail, "Jackson, you handed me the sulfuric acid, right? It has to be sulfuric acid. It won't ignite if it's not."
"I gave you exactly what you asked for alright,"
"Yeah. Yeah, I'm sure you did." She said unconvinced.
Stiles and Elle broke away from each other and she place her hands on his shoulders to smooth out his jacket. She gave him a small smile and mouthed a 'thank you'.
A roar rang out from the alpha several floors below and Jackson whimpered in pain, crouching down to grab at the back of his neck. A searing pain affected his neck like it was burning and it glowed an extremely unnatural purple colour, then it all stopped. He stood up panting still holding his neck but out of confusion instead of pain.
"No, I'm fine. Like, seriously, I'm okay," he said.
"That didn't sound okay at all," Allison spoke.
"What's on the back of your neck?" Stiles quizzed curiously reaching out to touch it.
"I said I'm fine." Jackson swatted Stiles' hand away from him and Stiles pulled it out of the way up to his shoulder like he got burnt, frowning at him.
"It's been there for days. He won't tell me what happened," admitted Lydia.
"Or me," added Elle.
"As if you actually care," Jackson spat.
"All right, can we not argue for half a second here?" Stiles asked to calm down the agitated teenagers in the room.
"Where's Scott? He should be back by now," Allison realised as she peered out of the small window.
Scott crawled down the corridor where his friends were in wolf form, fighting the order from the alpha to kill them all. He tuned in to Allison's voice and scent to bring him back enough to not slaughter them. He saw the lock on the outside of the door and came up with the plan to lock them in so he can't get to them. He placed a hand on the door listening to his girlfriend's heartbeat. He decided he had to do what was right and turned the key locking them inside the lab.
"Scott! Scott!" Allison called out.
"Where's he going?" Lydia inquired.
"Scott. Scott. Scott! Scott!" Allison shouted, slapping her hands in the door crying.
"Stop. Stop! Do you hear that? Listen!" Elle called out, rushing to the window on the other side of the room hearing police sirens.
"Well, we survived, dude. You know? We outlasted the alpha. It's still good, right? Being alive?" Stiles said towards his best friend when he shifted back and they got out of the school.
"When we were in the chemistry room, he walked right by us. You don't think that it heard us? You don't think it knew exactly where we were?" Scott pondered.
"Well, then how come we're still alive?"
"It wants me in its pack. But I think, first - I have to get rid of my old pack."
"What do you mean? What old pack?" Stiles questioned.
"Allison. Jackson, Lydia, Elle. You." he listed.
"The alpha doesn't wanna kill us-" realised Stiles.
"-It wants me to do it. And that's not even the worst part."
"How in holy hell is that not the worst part, Scott?" asked a horrified Stiles.
"Because when he made me shift-I wanted to do it. I wanted to kill you. All of you."
"Allison! Are you okay?" Scott called out.
"My dad's on his way," she nodded.
"You need, uh, you need anything from me? Want me to go with you?" he questioned.
"No. I don't,"
"Okay," he said confused on what the matter with her was.
"And I also don't know what happened to you in there. I don't know what you were thinking. Maybe you weren't, but-Right now, I don't-I don't feel like I can trust you," she confessed.
"Allison, I can explain."
"I don't care."
"Okay, don't say anything else, please, just don't say-" he started, his heart breaking at what he only needed to guess was coming next.
"Scott, I ca-"
"Allison, just stop. Please, just don't say anything. Stiles' dad is gonna give me a ride home. I need to make sure my mom isn't freaking out. I'm gonna get a new phone tomorrow morning, and-I'm gonna get a new phone, and I'm gonna give you a call-"'he tried desperately.
"Don't."
"What?"
"Don't call. Just - Just please don't call me," so Allison just walked away.