[1x07; Night School]
Stiles and Scott rushed into the school that they had broken into just moments earlier. They slammed the doors shut behind them, holding then close with firm yet panicked grips.
"Lock it, lock it!" Scott shouted frantically, his heart racing.
Not only did Derek just get thrown around like a ragdoll, but the alpha was still out there, probably waiting to eat them.
"Does it look like I have a key?" Stiles spat at him, his voice shaking from nerves.
"Grab something."
"What?" Stiles asked harshly; there was nothing around that could lock the double doors.
"Anything!"
Stiles inhaled sharply and paused, thinking about the bolt cutters he brought with them. He rose to his feet, locating them a few feet away, laying on the sidewalk.
Scott, realizing what Stiles was thinking, objected, "No."
"Yes," Stiles disagreed.
"Stiles, no, don't!"
Stiles didn't listen to his best friend; he quietly opened the door and slipped out, looking around for any sign of the alpha. He didn't see the ugly werewolf anywhere, so he stealthily made his way down the concrete steps and sidewalk where the bolt cutters laid.
He was just crouching down to pick them up when Scott started banging on the door behind him. Stiles looked up and was horrified to see that the alpha was hanging around by his Jeep.
The alpha lunged forward and Stiles reared back, running back into the school. He threw the bolt cutters into place, locking the door as best as they could.
Stiles panted, his racing heart starting to calm down, and peeked through the window again. Scott followed his lead and they both were relieved and paranoid about the fact that the alpha was out of sight yet again.
"Where is it?" Scott breathed. "Where did it go?"
Stiles didn't answer, searching the school parking lot for any sign of the alpha.
They slowly backed away from the doors and looked at each other, not knowing what to do.
"That won't hold will it?" Scott dreaded.
"Probably not," Stiles answered quietly.
Scott sighed and looked down the dark hallway, the light from the moon shining through the doors on the other end of the school. A distant howling caught their attention and they scrambled, sprinting toward the nearest classroom.
The nearest classroom was locked, so they ran down the hallway until they found a room that was unlocked.
"The desk!" Stiles gestured to the teacher's desk, intending to use it as a blockade.
Scott nodded, taking the other side of the desk that Stiles wasn't occupying. They started to push it to the door, cringing when the metal screeched against the linoleum floor.
"Shh, stop!" Stiles hissed. He tried to think realistically—the alpha was strong. Strong enough to impale Derek through the chest. It could easily get to him. "The door's not gonna keep it out."
"I know," Scott agreed.
"It's your boss," Stiles told Scott, thinking about Dr. Deaton. From the moment Derek arrived at the school with the vet in his backseat, they were screwed.
"What?"
"Deaton is the alpha," Stiles declared. "Your boss."
Scott shook his head. "No."
"Yes," Stiles insisted. "He's a murdering psycho werewolf."
"He can't be!"
"Oh, come on," Stiles snapped. "He disappears and that thing shows up ten seconds later to toss Derek twenty feet through the air. That's not convenient timing?"
"It's not him," Scott argued.
"He killed Derek."
"Derek's not dead," Scott shook his head. "He can't be dead."
Stiles sighed heavily; Scott was in deep, deep denial. And that wasn't exactly a good thing at the moment, especially since they were trapped in the school with no current way out.
"Blood spurted out of his mouth, okay?" Stiles said realistically. "That doesn't exactly qualify as a minor injury. He's dead and we're next."
"Okay!" Scott exclaimed, not wanting to hear anymore. "Just—what do we do?"
Stiles exhaled, trying not to panic again. "We get to my Jeep, we get out of here, and you seriously think about quitting your job. Good?"
Scott nodded and they both walked over to the windows. Scott prepared to open one, but Stiles shook his head.
"They don't open," he informed him. "The school's climate-controlled."
Scott shrugged. "Then we break it."
"Which will make a lot of noise," Stiles countered.
"Then, uh," Scott gulped, looking at Stiles' Jeep to see how far it was. "then we run really fast."
He faltered, looking back at the Jeep. He furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at his best friend's beloved vehicle, seeing that the hood was warped. Had it been that way before?
"Stiles, what's wrong with the hood of your Jeep?"
"What do you mean?" Stiles stopped breathing.
"It's bent."
"What, like dented?" Stiles looked toward his Jeep, trying to spot what Scott was talking about.
"No, bent," Scott repeated himself.
Stiles narrowed his eyes. "What the fuck hap—"
He was interrupted as something heavy flew through the window, glass shattering above them. Stiles and Scott ducked, falling to the floor and covering their heads to protect themselves against the shards of glass falling around them.
Stiles gasped angrily, spotting what was thrown through the window. It was his Jeep's battery.
"That's my battery," he grumbled, scrambling onto his knees.
Scott stopped him. "Don't."
"We have to move," Stiles stated.
"He could be right outside."
"He is right outside," Stiles pointed out.
They both looked back at the Jeep battery, it's wires completely ripped out. Stiles' blood was boiling—hiring a mechanic was expensive!
"Just let me take a look," Scott told Stiles.
Stiles nodded and Scott slowly got to his feet, peeking his head slightly over the window. He looked around, trying to find the alpha. The area by Derek's car and Stiles' Jeep was empty, as was the strip of sidewalk in front of the school.
"Anything?"
Scott shook his head. "No."
"Move now?" Stiles suggested.
"Move now."
They straightened up to their full heights and crept out of the classroom, Stiles giving his battery a sad look. They ended up in the hallway and Scott pointed to the right.
"This way."
"No," Stiles objected, grabbing Scott's arm. "Somewhere without windows."
Obviously the alpha could get to them through a window.
"Every single room in this building has windows!" Scott hissed in frustration.
"All right, somewhere with less windows," Stiles corrected himself.
Scott looked around, trying to come up with a solution. Other than the basement, the locker rooms and bathroom had the least windows. He didn't exactly want to go into a bathroom with his sensitive nose, though.
"The locker room," he decided.
"Yeah," Stiles nodded. "Okay."
They took off running down the hall, turning into two different hallways until they reached the locker rooms. They entered the boys', feeling generally more comfortable than if they entered the girls' room.
Scott and Stiles huddled near the back of the room, giving the door anxious looks.
"Call your dad," Scott requested.
Stiles narrowed his eyes at him. "And tell him what?"
"I don't know," Scott shrugged. "Anything. Gas leak, a fire—whatever. If that thing sees the parking lot filled with cop cars, it'll take off."
"What if it doesn't?" Stiles asked, irritated. "What if it goes completely Terminator and kills ever cop in sight, including my dad?"
"They have guns."
"Yeah and Derek had to be shot with a wolfsbane-laced bullet to even slow him down," Stiles reminded him. "remember that?"
"Then we have to—" Scott shook his head, trying to find a solution to their problem. "we have to find a way out and just run for it."
"There's nothing near the school for, at least, a mile," Stiles said realistically.
Scott sighed and bowed his head. He had to admit that the alpha made a smart move by taking out the Jeep battery. Now they couldn't drive anywhere to get away…
"What about Derek's car?" he said, his eyes lighting up.
Stiles nodded, eyes wide in surprise. "That could work. We go outside, we get the keys off his body, ugh," he made a disgusted face at the thought of touching a dead body. "and then we take his car."
"And him," Scott added.
"Fine," Stiles nodded. "Whatever."
Satisfied with their newly formed plan, they started to walk out of the locker room. Stiles stopped in his tracks when Scott raised a hand in front of him, his face turning serious.
"What?"
"I think I heard something," Scott whispered.
"Like what?"
"Shh, quiet," Scott hissed. He listened intently before pushing Stiles back into the middle of the room, having heard someone—or something—walking toward them. "Hide."
Stiles looked at a locker and lunged for it, quickly opening up the door to slide inside. Scott protested quietly but hid in a locker, himself, knowing that they didn't have time to find a better place to hide.
Stiles placed a sweaty palm over his mouth to quiet his heavy breathing, looking out the three metal slits in the door keeping him in the locker. The door slowly opened and a man walked in. Stiles cringed into the back of the locker, looking away.
And then Scott and another man shouted, causing Stiles to jump out of his locker.
"Son of a bitch!" the man, who the boys discovered was a janitor, exclaimed in shock.
"Quiet!" Stiles shushed him.
"Quiet my ass," the janitor snapped. "What the hell are you trying to do, kill me?"
Scott and Stiles gave each other frantic looks at how loud the janitor was talking. If the alpha hadn't known where they were already, it definitely did now.
"Both of you, get out of here," the janitor demanded.
"Will you just listen for half a second, okay?" Stiles pleaded, his heart racing.
"Not okay," the janitor shook his head, grabbing both of their jackets and pushing them toward the door. "Get the hell out of here now."
"God, just one second to explain," Stiles said as the man shoved them out of the locker room.
"Just shut up and go!"
As soon as the janitor finished his demand, he shouted as he was forcefully pulled back into the locker room. Stiles and Scott looked on in horror as he was shoved up against the door, his blood spurting across the frosted-glass window.
Stiles cringed at the man's screams and the fact that the alpha was literally in the room with them the whole freaking time.
Oh my God, he thought, we're dead.
As Scott lunged for the door to try to get to the janitor, Stiles stopped him. There was no helping the guy now—they needed to get out of the school if they wanted to live.
"Go," he urged his best friend. "Run!"
Olivia paced the length of her bedroom, rubbing her sternum soothingly. For the last hour or so, she'd been practically choked up, her chest full of emotion. She didn't know what was happening but it worried her.
The fact that Derek, Stiles, and Scott had gone to the high school and hadn't made contact sense, worried her even more. Stiles said that Scott was going to call on the alpha—what if the alpha actually showed up and something went terribly wrong?
It was driving her crazy how in the dark she was. She was so tense she felt like punching something.
There was a knock at her door as Lydia walked into the room, not waiting for an invitation. She was still wearing the outfit she wore to school, intending to go out with Jackson.
"Hey," she greeted her cousin, noticing how anxious she looked. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah," Olivia nodded, coming to a stop at the end of her bed. "I just feel a little weird."
"Hmm," Lydia hummed thoughtfully. "Well, come get food with me and Jackson and you can tell us what's bothering you."
Olivia raised her eyebrows, intrigued. She was always down for food. "Where are you going?"
"That pizzeria down on State Street," Lydia informed her with a smile. "You know, your favorite?"
"That is my favorite," Olivia confirmed. "Okay, let me get dressed."
Lydia nodded and left the room, allowing Olivia to change out of her pajamas. Once she had slipped on some skinny jeans and a sweater, Olivia grabbed her phone and wallet before heading downstairs.
Jackson and Lydia were already outside, standing next to Jackson's Porsche, when she left the house, locking it after her. Lydia looked up from her phone where Allison was texting her as she approached them.
"Scott's late for Allison's study date," she informed her cousin and boyfriend as they all climbed into the car. "We're going to pick her up."
Jackson rolled his eyes and started up the car, pulling out of the driveway as Olivia buckled up in the backseat.
It worried Olivia more than she wanted to admit that Scott hadn't been to Allison's house yet. That had to mean that something was going on, right? Scott adored Allison, he'd never miss an opportunity to spend time with her.
They were only a couple streets away from Allison's house when Jackson called her, putting her on speaker phone.
"Hello?"
"Lydia says we're coming to get you," Jackson said without greeting her.
Allison sighed. "Please don't, okay? I'm sure he's on his way. He's only…twenty-six minutes late."
"You hear that?" Lydia quipped. "First it's 'he's only twenty-six minutes late' and a month later it's 'he only hits me when he's drunk.' Slippery slope, Allison. Slippery slope."
"Oh, come on, Lydia," Olivia groaned—just because Scott was late for one study date didn't mean he was an abusive asshole.
"We're picking you up," Jackson told Allison as they turned down her street.
"No," Allison objected.
Jackson smirked as he stopped in front of her mailbox. "Too late."
Allison came up to Jackson's door as he lowered his window.
"Lydia gets what Lydia wants," he told her; Allison smiled slightly and shrugged. "Come on, get in. We can stop by his place and see if he's there."
Olivia's phone buzzed in her back pocket; she raised her hips slightly so she could pull it out of her jeans. Furrowing her eyebrows, she saw that the message was from a number that wasn't saved in her contacts.
Allison's phone beeped at the same time.
"Is that him with the best explanation ever of why he's half-a-freaking-hour late?" Lydia asked sourly, leaning across Jackson's lap to ask Allison.
Unknown: Meet me at the school—Stiles
Olivia frowned; had something happened to Stiles' phone? And why the hell were they still at the school?
Allison shook her head, reading her own cryptic message from Scott. "Not exactly."
"They're at the school," Olivia spoke up, gaining their attention. She held up her phone. "I got a message from Stiles."
"Huh," Allison looked at Olivia's phone with wide eyes. "I got the same one but from Scott. They want us to meet them there."
Lydia sighed heavily and rolled her eyes. "Well, I guess we're going to the school."
Stiles and Scott had no idea that Olivia and Allison had gotten messages from someone claiming to be them. Currently, they were running for their lives, trying to escape the crazy alpha werewolf on their tails.
They sped down the hallway, spotting a new set of doors in the distance, and slammed their bodies against them. Instead of the doors opening, like they intended, they stayed shut, causing both of them to grunt in pain.
Stiles slammed his body against them again. "What the fuck?"
Scott opened one of the doors as far as it would open and stuck his head out of the small crack. He cursed under his breath when he saw a large dumpster pressed against the doors, keeping them in the school.
"It's a dumpster," he informed Stiles, shutting the door again.
"He pushed it in front of the door to block us in," Stiles stated flatly, unable to believe the way his life was going right now. He slammed his body against the door again, over and over, as his panic flared and threatening to overwhelm him. "Come on, help me!"
"Stop!" Scott pulled Stiles away from the door, knowing that the dumpster wasn't going to magically roll away.
Stiles ripped himself from Scott's grasp and started walking down the hall in the opposite direction. "I'm not dying here," he rambled, rubbing his hand over his buzzcut. "I'm not dying at school."
"We're not going to die," Scott tried to calm him down, though he didn't exactly believe what he was saying.
"God, what is he doing?" Stiles asked, exasperated. "What does he want?"
"Me," Scott said simply. "Derek says it's stronger with a pack."
"Oh, great," Stiles muttered sarcastically. "A psychotic werewolf who's into teamwork. That's fuckin' beautiful."
Scott stopped walking, prompting Stiles to pause, as he looked out the windows to their left. Across the school on top of the roof, was the alpha, watching them patiently. As though it knew it got Scott's attention, the alpha snarled and started running across the roof, headed straight toward them.
They took off running, entering the staircase and heading toward the basement. The alpha crashed into the windows behind them, right on their tails.
Scott and Stiles raced down the hallway that led through the basement, passing the boiler room, the supply closet, and dusty classrooms full of unused desks. At the end of the hall, they hid behind some old lockers, trying to catch their breath.
They heard soft growling as the alpha entered the hallway, slowly walking toward them. Scott peeked around the end of the lockers and ducked right away when he saw the alpha creeping closer and closer to them. He nudged Stiles with his elbow and nodded in the other direction, silently telling him to run.
Stiles obeyed, rushing around the other side of the lockers. When the alpha followed them, they doubled back, heading back up the hallway they ran through earlier.
"All right," Stiles slid to a stop by an old classroom. "we have to do something?"
"Like what?" Scott breathed.
"I don't know," Stiles shook his head. "Kill it, hurt it, inflict mental anguish on it. Something."
Stiles looked around, trying to find something he could use against the alpha. His eyes went to the classroom next to them, the door wide open, and paused. If only they could trap the alpha in there…
He put his hand in his jeans pocket and wrapped his fingers around his keys, careful not to jostle them as he slowly pulled them out. Scott still heard the metal clang against each other and gave him a confused look.
"What are you doing?"
Stiles didn't answer; he threw the keys into the old classroom. The noise of them hitting the concrete floor caught the alpha's attention and, as Stiles and Scott hid behind the door, it sprinted into the room. Stiles lunged toward the door and pressed his body against it, trying to hold the psychotic werewolf in.
"The desk," he urged Scott, pointing to a large desk across the hall. "Come on, the desk."
Scott hurriedly pulled the desk away from the wall, its legs screeching against the tile as he shoved it up against the desk. When the alpha slammed up against the door, growling loudly, the desk ran into the opposite wall, keeping the werewolf in the room.
Scott looked at Stiles in amazement. "He can't—"
Stiles nodded in satisfaction. "All right," he motioned for Scott to climb over the desk. "Come on, get across."
The alpha slammed against the door again, jostling the desk.
"Come on!"
Scott climbed across the desk, grabbing Stiles' outreached hand. Once he was on the other side, Stiles paused for a second. To Scott's disbelief, he started climbing on the desk.
"What are you doing?" he hissed at his idiotic best friend.
Stiles flinched away from the door as the alpha hit it again, snarling at the teenagers.
"I just wanna get a look at it," Stiles explained.
"Are you crazy?!"
"Look, it's trapped, okay?" Stiles reassured him. "It's not gonna get out," he leaned toward the small square window at the top of the door and taunted the alpha, "Yeah, that's right. We got you—"
"Will you shut up?" Scott snapped, annoyed. He knew that the alpha wasn't going to like Stiles' jibes. He'd probably do something insane, like jump through the concrete walls.
"I'm not scared of this thing!" Stiles told Scott before turning back to the alpha. "I'm not scared of you! 'Cause you're in there and were out here. You're not going any—"
Stiles cut himself off as the alpha jumped, breaking through the ceiling with a roar. He winced as the ceiling tiles dented under the alpha's weight and climbed off the desk, running out of the basement after Scott.
"Okay, that was my bad."
Jackson pulled up to the school fifteen minutes after Olivia and Allison got their messages from Stiles and Scott. The three of them—Lydia choosing to stay in the car—got out and looked around.
Stiles' Jeep was parked outside of the school, it's hood messed up. There was no sign of Derek, which relieved Olivia—if there was something wrong, he'd probably be there. Scott and Stiles probably just needed a ride.
"What were they doing here anyway?" Jackson asked, his eyes flickering from Stiles' Jeep to the open doors.
Allison shrugged, following his gaze. "All I got was that message."
"Me too," Olivia added, crossing her arms over her chest.
Lydia leaned toward Jackson's open window. "They lock the doors at night, you know."
"That one's open," Olivia pointed to the doors, the chain they usually used to lock up cut up on the ground in front of it.
Lydia huffed and leaned back in her seat.
Jackson looked at Allison, raising his eyebrows. "You don't need me to state the obvious, right?"
"That it looks like they broke into the school?" Allison scoffed. "No, it's pretty obvious."
Jackson looked at them worriedly. "Do you want me to come with you guys?"
Allison shook her head. "It's okay," she assured him, exchanging a small smile with Olivia.
They started to walk away, but Jackson stopped them—well, he stopped Allison.
"Hey, Allison—" he paused, his lips pursed.
Allison grinned at him. "You have this look like you're about to tell me to be careful."
Olivia narrowed her eyes slightly as Jackson smiled and held out a flashlight to the taller brunette.
"I am," he confirmed. Allison smirked and took the flashlight. "What?"
"That concerned look on you?" she grinned. "I've never seen it before."
"Well, I'm concerned."
"Well, it's a good look on you," Allison giggled. She held the flashlight up to her face to create a spooky look. "Don't worry. We'll be right back."
Jackson nodded. "Okay."
Olivia glared at Jackson as she turned away, following Allison into the school. She couldn't believe them; they were flirting right in front of her and—more importantly—Lydia. It was as if they had forgotten that the Martin girls were right there and could hear their every word.
When had Allison and Jackson gotten so close, anyway?
"What was that?" Olivia asked Allison as the doors shut behind them.
"What?" Allison asked innocently, sweeping her flashlight along the dark hallway. "What are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about that conversation with Jackson," Olivia clarified, giving her an annoyed look. "You guys were all giggly."
"Oh," Allison shrugged as they turned down another hallway, seeing no sign of Stiles or Scott. "We talked today. We're friends now, I guess."
"Okay," Olivia hummed, still suspicious. Her main priority was Lydia, of course. She wanted to know if her cousin was going to get hurt by this new so-called friendship. "As long as you're just friends."
Allison scoffed, looking amused at the thought of dating Jackson. "You don't have to worry about that," she shook her head. "Come on, let's go this way."
Olivia agreed, satisfied with Allison's answer for now, and followed her down another hallway. They paused, the dark school freaking them out a little bit, and looked behind them.
"Scott?" Allison asked, turning around. "Scott?"
"Stiles?" Olivia called as they started walking again. "You there?"
"Scott?!"
Olivia shivered and looked around the hallway once more before turning back to Allison. "Let's go check by the pool," she suggested. "Maybe they took a dive."
"Yeah, okay."
They still hadn't found Stiles and Scott and it was starting to annoy Olivia. Why would they message her and Allison to come to the school if they weren't going to meet up with them? It made no sense.
There was no sign of them in the pool room; it didn't even look like they came through there.
Allison's phone rang and she huffed before answering it.
"Hey," she greeted Lydia. "We can't seem to find them."
"Well, meet back at the lobby," Lydia ordered, sounding irritated. "We want to leave."
"Okay, give us a second and we'll be right there," Allison confirmed. As she hung up, her phone rang again. "Stiles?"
"No, it's me," Scott's voice came from the speaker, making Olivia and Allison exchanged confused looks. "Where are you right now?"
"Olivia and I are in the school looking for you," Allison told him. "Why weren't you at my place?"
"Olivia's there?" Scott ignored her question. "Where are you guys right now?"
"On the first floor."
"Where?" Scott asked hurriedly. "Where are you exactly?"
Olivia froze, hearing the urgency in his voice. Something bad was definitely going on. Stiles and Scott had probably been dealing with the alpha all night and now she, Allison, Jackson, and Lydia were in the middle of it.
Her heart started to race.
"The swimming pools," Allison answered, her confusion turning into frustration.
"Get to the lobby," Scott commanded just like Lydia had. "Go now."
"Okay, okay, we're coming," Allison hung up the phone. As they ran out of the pool room, she asked, Olivia, "What was that about?"
Olivia gulped. "I have no idea."
They rushed to the lobby, crossing into the large room and coming face-to-face with a frantic Scott and Stiles.
"Why did you come?" Scott asked them. "What are you doing here?"
"Because you asked us to," Allison answered, her confusion rising again.
"We asked you to?"
"We got messages from you guys," Olivia spoke up, giving Stiles a pointed look.
He closed his eyes and shook his head—did the alpha want them here for a reason?
Allison pulled out her phone and showed Scott the text she received from him. "Why do I get the feeling you didn't send this?"
Scott looked at the message and shook his head, his horror growing. "Because I didn't."
"Okay, did you drive here?" Stiles asked loudly, looking between Olivia and Allison.
"No, Jackson did," Olivia said, shaking her head.
If Scott and Stiles hadn't sent them the messages, it probably meant that the alpha did. Which meant that there had to be a bigger plot going on. Why on earth would the alpha go after a bunch of teenagers?
"Jackson's here too?" Scott burst out.
Allison nodded. "And Lydia. What's going on? Who sent this text?"
Olivia's phone rang and as the three others turned to her, she answered Lydia's call. "Where are you?" she asked quickly, wanting to get her cousin and friend and get the hell out of there.
Answering Olivia's question, Lydia and Jackson burst into the lobby. Olivia and Lydia hung up their phones as the redhead and lacrosse captain walked over to them.
"Finally," Lydia sighed, glaring at Scott and Stiles. "Can we go now?"
Olivia went to agree but paused as sound overhead caught everyone's attention. They looked up at the creaking noise and saw that the ceiling tiles above them were dented, as though someone was walking on them.
"Run!" Scott shouted, grabbing Allison's hand and tugging her after him as he took off.
Olivia, Stiles, Lydia, and Jackson were quick to respond. They ran after him, speeding up the small set of stairs that led away from the lobby. As they left, there was a loud crash as the alpha fell to the floor and started running after them.
The six teenagers raced down the hallway, turning left once to avoid the alpha, and continuing on. Scott spotted the cafeteria up ahead and sped up, dragging Allison behind him.
As soon as everyone was safely in the cafeteria, Scott locked the doors, bolting them shut. He turned to the stack of chairs to his left and started to drag some over to the door.
"Help me get this in front of the door," he told Jackson, gesturing to the milk fridge against the wall.
Jackson obeyed, helping Scott push the fridge against the door.
"Scott, wait," Stiles objected, looking around the cafeteria. There was a wall full of windows, for crying out loud. Very breakable windows that the alpha could easily get through. "not here."
Scott didn't listen as Allison cried, "What was that? Scott, what was that?"
"What came out of the ceiling?" Lydia added, equally frightened.
Olivia stepped toward Stiles, looking over at the others to see if they were distracted. Satisfied that they weren't listening, she asked him, "What's going on? Why's the alpha here?"
Stiles sighed. "Scott called the alpha. It showed up and it's been chasing us all night," he frowned, giving her a sympathetic look as he recalled how the alpha killed Derek. "Livvy, he killed Derek."
"What?" Olivia shook her head in disbelief. There was no way Derek was dead. His body wasn't outside of the school, nor was his car. A dead body just didn't get up and drive away. "No, he's not."
"Yes, he is," Stiles said sadly, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry."
"No, Stiles, Derek's car is gone, okay?" she tried to get him to understand.
"He wasn't outside of the school?" Stiles asked in shock.
Olivia shook her head. "No."
Stiles sighed in relief. No matter how much he didn't trust Derek—or disliked him, for that matter—he was glad that the sour wolf was alive. Scott would more than likely need more help and he was Olivia's family, after all.
"Okay," he shook his head, focusing on their friends who were piling up chairs to form a blockage against the door. "We need to get out of here."
"How?"
"Guys!" Stiles called to his frantic friends. "Can we just wait a second? You guys, listen to me! Stiles talking? Can we hang on for a second please?"
"Hello?" Olivia shouted, getting their attention.
"Okay, nice work," Stiles clapped mockingly as Allison, Scott, Lydia, and Jackson turned toward them. "Really beautiful job, everyone. Now, what should we do about the twenty-foot wall of windows?" he gestured to the windows like he was a model on a gameshow.
They all slumped as they realized they weren't as safe as they thought.
Allison inhaled shakily and turned to Scott, grabbing his hands. "Can someone please explain to me what's going on because I'm freaking out here and I would like to know why," Scott stayed quiet, trying to figure out what to say. "Scott?"
He shook his head and pulled away from Allison, crossing the cafeteria to lean against a table. Olivia shuffled away from Stiles and over to Lydia, noticing how scared her cousin looked. She took her hand, squeezing it tightly.
When it was clear that Scott wasn't going to talk, Stiles spoke up, "Somebody killed the janitor."
Olivia reared back, Stiles not having told her about the alpha killing someone.
"What?" Lydia asked loudly as Stiles walked up next to Olivia.
"Yeah, the janitor's dead."
Allison scoffed and looked at Scott. "What's he talking about?" she asked him. "Is this a joke?"
"What—who killed him?" Jackson shook his head, trying to understand what was going on here.
It was silent as Stiles nor Scott answered.
"No, no, no," Lydia shook her head frantically. "This was supposed to be over. The mountain lion killed—"
"No, don't you get it?" Jackson cut her off. "There wasn't a mountain lion."
Olivia gave Jackson a contemplative look; apparently he saw more than she thought he did. It made her nervous because, however unbelievable it seemed, Jackson was a smart guy. Even more than that, he was cunning and proactive.
He was a true Slytherin.
"Who was it?" Allison asked loudly, drawing Olivia's attention back to the situation at hand. "What does he want? What's happening?" Scott still hadn't spoken a word, which irritated her. "Scott!"
Scott turned around. "I-I don't k-know," he stammered. "I-I just—i-if we go out there, he's gonna kill us."
"Us?" Lydia almost shrieked. "He's gonna kill us?"
"Who?" Allison demanded, looking between Stiles and Scott. "Who is it?"
Stiles looked to Scott for answers, along with everyone else. He had no idea what to say. He couldn't exactly tell them that an alpha werewolf was after them and—surprise—werewolves are real, by the way.
"It's Derek," Scott blurted. "It's Derek Hale."
Olivia gaped at Scott. Derek was injured by the alpha, off healing somewhere, and for whatever reason, Scott decided to blame all the murders on him? In what world did that make sense? He probably just ruined Derek's life.
She gritted her teeth, fury blossoming in her chest. She couldn't believe that Scott could be so stupid.
"Wait, you're joking right?" Jackson asked harshly, sharing a look of disbelief with Lydia and Olivia. It certainly didn't look like Derek Hale in that store and they had met Olivia's cousin before—Jackson had seen him twice in the last two weeks. He didn't seem like a bad guy. "Derek killed the janitor?"
Allison inhaled sharply. "Are you sure?"
"I saw him," Scott confirmed, though it was clear to Olivia that Jackson and Lydia didn't really believe him.
Lydia shook her head. "The mountain lion—"
"No, Derek killed them," Scott insisted, making Olivia angrier.
He was throwing Derek under the bus to save his ass.
She took a step toward the werewolf, intending to punch him across the face—she wasn't usually a violent person, but it seemed like Scott was egging her on—but Stiles grabbed her arm to stop her. Olivia glared at him but he gave her a pleading look.
His message was clear; they didn't need to turn on each other right now.
"He killed all of them?" Allison gave Olivia a look that was close to a glare.
"Yeah, starting with his own sister."
Okay, Olivia was done. She lunged forward, going unnoticed by Scott and Allison, only to be pulled back by Stiles.
"Woah, woah," Stiles murmured in her ear, his arm warm around her waist. "Calm down, okay?"
"The bus driver?" Allison asked Scott, not listening to Stiles and Olivia.
"I'm not going to just stand here and listen to him blame Derek for the murders," Olivia whispered harshly back.
"Just hold on, okay?"
"And the guy in the video store," Scott added to Derek's growing list of "victims". "It's been Derek the whole time. He's in here with us and if we don't get out now, he's going to kill us too."
Jackson rolled his eyes, still not believing the Derek theory, and turned to Stiles. "Call the cops."
"No," Stiles shook his head, unwrapping his arms from Olivia's waist.
"What do you mean, no?" Jackson said, bewildered. If something was trying to kill them, they needed help. Preferably the police-with-guns type of help.
"I mean no," Stiles said simply. "You wanna hear it in Spanish? No," he looked at Olivia and hesitantly added, "Look, Derek killed three people, okay? We don't know what he's armed with."
He didn't want to throw Derek under the bus, but what other option did he have at the moment? Scott had already blamed Derek and he couldn't tell the truth. He didn't want the cops to come to the school and be killed by the alpha. He couldn't lose his dad too.
Olivia narrowed her eyes at him and stepped away, burrowing into Lydia for comfort. She had thought he'd have her back. She knew that Scott was Stiles' best friend, his brother, but Derek didn't do anything. He was completely innocent.
Olivia thought that Stiles was going to do the right thing but she was wrong.
Jackson scoffed. "Your dad is armed with an entire sheriff's department. Call him."
Lydia shook her head and pulled her phone out of her purse. "I'm calling," she declared dialing 9-1-1.
"No, Lydia, don't," Stiles objected, stepping toward her. "Would you just hold on a sec—"
Jackson cut him off, pushing him away from Lydia as she pressed the phone to her ear.
"Yes, we're at Beacon Hills High School," Lydia said into the phone, getting the operator. "We're trapped and we need you to—but—" she pulled the phone from her ear and turned to everyone, a shocked look on her face. "She hung up on me."
Olivia raised her eyebrows. "The police hung up on you?"
Lydia nodded. "She said they got a tip warning them that there were gonna be prank calls about a break-in at the high school," she explained quickly. "She said if I called again they're gonna trace it and have me arrested."
"Okay, then call again," Allison suggested, hoping that they'd send an officer to the school anyway.
"No, they won't trace a cell," Stiles spoke up. "They'll send a car to your house before they send anyone here."
"What the—what—" Allison shook her head, freaking out. "What is this? Why does Derek wanna kill us? Why is he killing anyone?"
She looked at Olivia for an answer to her last question but the shorter brunette looked away, not bothering to dignify that with a response. Allison turned to Scott, then, expecting an answer.
Scott looked at them, shocked that they were glaring at him. "Why's everyone looking at me?" he asked incredulously.
"Is he the one who sent them the texts?" Lydia asked, taking Olivia's hand again. Olivia squeezed her back, thankful that her cousin was there for her.
"No," Scott shook his head. "I mean, I don't know."
"is he the one that called the police?" Allison prodded, wanting answers.
"I don't know!" Scott shouted, causing Allison to flinch away.
"All right," Stiles grabbed Scott's arm and led him away from the others. "Why don't we ease back on the throttle here, yeah?"
Once they were far enough away from Olivia, Lydia, Jackson, and Allison, Stiles narrowed his eyes at Scott.
"Okay, first off, throwing Derek under the bus? Nicely done," he muttered sarcastically.
"I didn't know what to say," Scott defended himself. "I had to say something and if he's dead then it doesn't matter, right?"
"Yeah, except he's not dead," Stiles countered. "Olivia said there was no body outside. Derek's car was gone."
"Shit," Scott cursed, looking over at Allison and the others, huddled together. "Oh, God, I totally just bit her head off."
"And she'll get over it," Stiles replied, annoyed that Scott was only thinking about Allison. "There's bigger issues at hand here. Like, how do we get out alive?"
"But we are alive," Scott pointed out. "It could have killed us already. It's like it's cornering us or something."
"So, what, he wants to eat us all at the same time?"
"No!" Scott shook his head. "Derek said it wants revenge."
"Against who?"
"Allison's family?" Scott shrugged. "Maybe that what the text was about. Someone had to send it."
"Yeah, but Olivia got one too," Stiles reminded him, wondering how Olivia fit into everything.
"Okay, assheads!" Jackson called, strutting over to them. "New plan. Stiles calls his useless dad and tells him to send someone with a gun and decent aim. Are we good with that?"
Olivia watched as Stiles rolled his head, his jaw clenching. He was obviously angry about Jackson insulting his dad and insisting he called him, but what other choice did they have? It didn't seem like the alpha was going to give up; hopefully a parking lot full of police officers would scare him into leaving them alone.
"He's right," Scott said to Stiles before saying something Olivia and the others couldn't hear.
Stiles replied to Scott, scoffing, and shook his head, turning away from the group. This set Jackson off. He rushed toward Stiles and grabbed his shoulder.
"All right, give me the phone."
Stiles whipped around and slammed his fist against Jackson's cheekbone, sending the lacrosse captain sliding a few feet away. Olivia and Lydia gaped at the spastic boy while Allison rushed over to Jackson.
"Jackson are you okay?" she asked before turning to glare at Stiles.
Stiles shook his head and pulled his phone out of his pocket, pressing on his dad's contact. Unfortunately, he got his voicemail. "Dad, hey, it's me—and it's your voicemail," he said, causing everyone to deflate. "Look, I need you to call me back now. Like, right now."
A loud bang came from the cafeteria doors behind Olivia and Lydia; they backed away from it, huddling behind Jackson. The chairs in front of the door behind to shake from the force of the blows and some of the screws around the doors were popping out and falling onto the floor with a metallic clink.
"We're at the school, Dad," Stiles said into the phone. "We're at the school."
"Oh, my God!" Lydia squeaked as the milk fridge was pushed a few inches away from the door.
"The kitchen," Stiles stated loudly, trying to be heard over the loud banging coming from the alpha. "the door out of the kitchen leads to the stairwell."
"Which only goes up," Scott pointed out.
"Up is better than here," Olivia declared.
The six of them took off running, out of the cafeteria and into the kitchen. They bypassed the long counters and cooking appliances and located the door that led to the stairwell.
They climbed the stairs as quickly as they could and rushed down the science hallway. Each of them checked classroom doors as they passed, trying to find one to hide in. Finally, Lydia reached Mr. Harris' classroom, which happened to be unlocked.
She rushed into the room followed by the other; Scott shut the door and wedged a chair underneath the handle. They all held their breath as they waited, the alpha slowly walking by the door.
Much to Olivia's surprise, it didn't stop outside the classroom even though she was positive it knew they were there. What was this person's game?
Once they heard the alpha walking away, Scott whispered, "Jackson, how many people can fit in your car?"
"Six," Jackson answered. "but Lydia and Olivia will have to fit on someone's laps."
"Six?" Allison scoffed quietly. "Olivia and I barely fit in the back."
Allison was only seven inches taller than Olivia, so if she had a problem, Stiles and Scott—who were 5'11 and 5'10, respectively—were definitely going to have trouble fitting in the Porsche.
"It doesn't matter," Stiles shook his head. "There's no getting out without drawing attention."
Scott looked around the classroom, his eyes widening when he saw a door next to the chalkboard.
"What about this?" he walked over to it. "This leads to the roof. We can go down the fire escape to the parking lot in seconds."
"That's a deadbolt," Stiles pointed to the lock on the door.
"The janitor has a key."
"You mean his body has it."
"I can get it," Scott declared before lowering his voice, telling Stiles something only he could hear.
The two of them debated for a few seconds before walking back over to Olivia, Lydia, Allison, and Jackson.
"I'm getting the key," he told them.
Allison gaped at him. "Are you serious?"
"Well, it's the best plan," Scott shrugged. "Someone has to get the key if we wanna get out of here."
"You can't go out there unarmed," Lydia said quietly.
Scott looked around the room again and picked up a pointer stick. He raised it in front of him like a sword until he noticed the annoyed looks he was getting from everyone.
"What?" he hissed. "it's better than nothing."
Stiles sighed. "There's gotta be something else."
Olivia agreed; they were in a freaking chemistry lab. There had to be chemicals they could use against the alpha. There was acid, of course, but Scott would have to get really close…maybe they could use the acid to make something else.
"There is," Olivia stated, her eyes landing on the chemical cabinet next to Jackson.
Stiles followed her gaze. "What are we gonna do, throw acid on him?"
"No," she glared at him. "A fire bomb. In there is everything you need to make a self-igniting Molotov cocktail."
Stiles faltered, confused. "Self-igniting—?"
"Molotov cocktail," Olivia finished for him, growing impatient. When everyone gave her a confused look—except for Lydia, who knew exactly what she was talking about—she rolled her eyes. "I'm sorry, am I the only one who pays attention to Harris' lectures?"
"Probably," Stiles pressed his lips together before gesturing to the chemical cabinet. "we don't have a key for that, though."
Jackson sighed heavily and thrust his leather-covered elbow into the glass, shattering it. Olivia, Lydia, and Jackson gathered the chemicals needed for the Molotov cocktail and brought them over to a lab table so Olivia could get to work.
She had never been so happy to be so intelligent when it came to science.
Olivia mixed up the cocktail as Allison pleaded for Scott not to leave, Lydia and Jackson handing her the chemicals she asked for. She ignored Allison's whimpers as she stirred up the mixture, not bothering to use the correct tools—they were in a bit of a time crunch, after all.
"Jackson, hand me the sulfuric acid, please," she requested, holding out her hand for the bottle.
After a few seconds, Jackson put the bottle in her hand. She poured the right amount into the beaker and swirled it around, mixing the chemicals together. She popped a cork in the mouth and handed it to Scott.
"Scott, just stop," Allison grabbed Scott's free arm. "Do you remember when you told me you knew whether or not I was lying? That I had a tell? Well, so do you. You're a horrible liar," she cried. "And you've been lying all night. Just—just please. Please don't go. Please don't leave us. Please."
Scott hesitated for a few seconds before sighing and giving Stiles a look. "Lock it behind me."
He went to leave but Allison pulled him back, bringing him into an intense kiss. Olivia looked away, not wanting to intrude on their moment. She wasn't the biggest fan of PDA but Allison thought that Scott was going to die, so she understood her need.
The kiss ended and Scott left the classroom; Stiles locked the door behind him, just like he was instructed.
Lydia and Olivia huddled together, leaning against one of the lab tables close to the door. Stiles was standing close by, tapping his fingers against the top of the table, while Allison and Jackson sat together by the door. Jackson had been comforting Allison since the moment Scott left the room and it was beginning to get on Olivia's nerves.
Lydia had been giving the lacrosse captain a sad look but it seemed like he couldn't care less as he rubbed Allison's back, whispering encouraging words. Allison hadn't stopped crying and even that was beginning to irritate Olivia too.
Like Allison, Lydia had no idea who was after them. Unlike Allison, Lydia was holding herself together and staying strong. Olivia knew that the taller brunette was afraid, but so was everyone else.
"I don't get this," Allison whimpered, her voice shaky. Olivia covertly rolled her eyes and looked away, afraid to start an argument. "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 grabbed Allison's hands and held them between his own. "It's gonna be okay."
Allison smiled thankfully at him. "Okay."
Olivia, who's eyes had fallen on the table she used to make the Molotov cocktail, looked at the bottle of sulfuric acid. It was completely full, it's seal still intact. She cursed under her breath and turned to Jackson.
"Jackson, you handed me the sulfuric acid, right?" she asked, hoping she was wrong. "It has to be sulfuric acid. It won't ignite if it's not."
Jackson glared at her. "I gave you exactly what you asked for," he snapped. "didn't I?"
"Yeah," Olivia narrowed her eyes at him. "I'm sure you did."
She looked at Stiles and gave him a pointed look, gesturing to the other side of the classroom with her head. Stiles got the hint and, as Olivia detached herself from Lydia, followed her over to an empty table.
"That cocktail won't ignite," she whispered to him, looking around his body to see if the others were listening. It didn't seem like they were. "The seal on the sulfuric acid is still intact."
"Are you saying Scott's out there without a weapon?" Stiles hissed worriedly, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Yes," she confirmed, placing a comforting hand on his free arm. "We need to do something. Maybe call your dad again. We can't leave Scott out there."
"Yeah," Stiles agreed, knowing that it was the best option. He had already called his dad anyway, so it didn't hurt to try again. "I can—"
A loud roar echoed through the school, cutting Stiles off. A small ache presented itself in Olivia's head but she was instantly distracted when Jackson started screaming in pain.
He doubled over, clutching the back of his neck where Olivia knew that Derek had scratched him when he was shot with the wolfsbane bullet.
Olivia and Stiles rushed over to him as the alpha's roar died off, Olivia helping Allison and Lydia get Jackson to his feet.
"Are you okay?" Lydia asked frantically, holding onto his hand tightly.
"You all right, Jax?" Olivia added, her irritation with him momentarily forgotten.
"No, I'm fine," he assured them, brushing their hands off of him to step away. "Seriously, I'm okay."
"That didn't sound okay," Allison shook her head.
Stiles studied him curiously, eyeing the hand that Jackson pressed against the back of his neck. "What's on the back of your neck?" he asked, reaching to pull away Jackson's hand so he could get a peek.
Jackson slapped his hand away. "I said I'm fine."
"It's been there for days," Lydia informed Stiles. "He won't tell me what happened."
Jackson scoffed at her. "As if you actually care."
When Lydia flinched away from Jackson and Olivia glowered at him, Stiles stepped up. "All right," he said calmly. "can we not argue for half a second here?"
"Where's Scott?" Allison spoke up, looking at the clock on the wall. It had been close to thirty minutes and there was still no sign of her boyfriend. "He should be back by now."
There was a loud clicking sound and the five of them whipped around to face the door, where the noise originated. There was the silhouette of who they presumed was Scott on the other side.
"Scott!" Allison called, rushing toward the door to bang on it. She tried to open it, but the knob wouldn't budge. "Scott! Scott!"
Scott's shadow grew smaller, as if he were walking away from the door.
"Where's he going?" Olivia asked, bewildered.
Scott was supposed to get them out of there not lock them in.
"Scott!" Allison shouted. "Scott!"
"Stop!" Lydia spoke up shrilly, pulling Allison away from the door. "Do you hear that? Listen!"
They all stopped and fell silent, carefully listening for what Lydia had already heard. The whoops of different sirens got closer and closer, causing them to all sigh in relief.
"Sirens."
They were okay. Stiles' dad came when they needed him to.
"You're sure it was Derek Hale?" Noah asked Stiles and Scott skeptically as they walked out of the school.
It had taken another hour for firemen to break down the door to the chemistry lab to free Olivia, Stiles, Lydia, Allison, and Jackson, and for a few deputies to find Scott in a random hallway. They were all questioned while they waited for their parents to arrive.
Allison told Sheriff Stilinski what Scott had said; it was Derek Hale that murdered the janitor, bus driver, and video store employee. Jackson, Lydia, and Olivia all denied seeing Derek at all.
Of course, due to Olivia's relation to Derek, she was pulled into extra questioning. She was adamant that it wasn't Derek who was murdering people but she felt like the deputy asking her questions took her answers with a grain of salt.
"Yes," Scott nodded.
"I saw him too," Stiles added reluctantly.
"What about the janitor?" Scott asked Noah, wondering if they had found the man's body yet.
Noah sighed. "We're still looking."
Scott raised his eyebrows. "Did you check under the bleachers?" he questioned. He had seen the body there, it's where he took the keys. "Under them?"
"Yeah, Scott, we looked," Noah said, exasperated. "We pulled them out just like you asked. There's nothing."
"I'm not making this up!" Scott exclaimed.
"I know, I believe you, I do."
"No, you don't," Scott shook his head, seeing the look in Noah's eyes. "You have this look like you feel bad for me. Like you wanna believe me but I know you don't."
"Listen," Noah placed a calming hand on Scott's shoulder. "we're gonna search this whole school until we find him, okay? I promise."
"Sheriff!" the deputy who had finished questioning Olivia called for Noah, waving him over.
Noah nodded at him before turning to Stiles and Scott. "Stay, both of you."
Stiles nodded and Noah walked away, heading toward the deputy and Olivia.
"Well, we survived, dude," he said to Scott, feeling grateful that he was alive. It felt like the air was fresher somehow. "We outlasted the alpha. It feels good, right? Being alive?"
Scott laughed bitterly and shook his head. "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?"
To be honest, Stiles had figured that, but he hadn't really thought about it. He was just glad to get out of the school in one piece. "Well, then, how come we're still alive?"
"It wants me in its pack," Scott said harshly. He sighed, calming down, and continued, "but I think first, I have to get rid of my old pack."
Stiles furrowed his eyebrows. "What do you mean? What old pack?"
"Allison," Scott listed. "Jackson, Lydia, Olivia…you."
Stiles inhaled sharply in realization. "The alpha doesn't wanna kill us…"
"It wants me to do it," Scott finished for him. "and that's not even the worst part."
Stiles blinked and flailed his arms in disbelief. "How the fuck is that not the worst part, Scott?"
Scott's eyes were filled with sorrow as he looked at his best friend sadly. "Because when he made me shift, I wanted to do it. I wanted to kill you," he shook his head. "All of you."
Stiles didn't know how to react. His best friend, since he was a child, wanted to kill him under the alpha's orders. How were you supposed to react when someone tells you something like that? Congratulate them? Comfort them?
He stared at Scott, his mind going a mile a minute, trying to decide what to say. Luckily, Scott was distracted, his gaze falling behind Stiles. Stiles turned, looking at what caught his attention and saw Dr. Deaton sitting at the back of an ambulance.
Stiles scoffed as Scott walked over to his boss and as he turned to find his dad, he saw Olivia.
He made his way over to her, frowning when he saw how upset she was. Her arms were wrapped tightly around her waist, as though holding herself together, and there were tear tracks shining on her cheeks. He had never seen her look so vulnerable, even after she was injured at the video store.
"Livvy…"
Olivia turned to him, her eyes hardening into a glare. "Don't talk to me, Stiles."
"I'm just—" he scratched the back of his neck. "I'm sorry, okay? What was I supposed to say? Scott had already—"
"You don't throw an innocent man under the bus," Olivia hissed at him, her cobalt-blue eyes blazing with anger. "You do the right thing."
"I couldn't—Scott—"
"You're not Scott, though, Stiles," Olivia interrupted him. "You're Stiles and you knew that Derek was alive. Now's he's got a warrant on his head again, thanks to you two."
"We didn't have a choice, Livvy," Stiles apologized softly. "I'm sorry, but we didn't."
"You did, you just chose wrong," she stepped away from him. "We tried to help you guys and over and over again, you just…" she shook her head. "just forget it."
"No, no," Stiles shook his head frantically. He was just starting to get to know her for real and he had a feeling it was slipping away just like that. "I'm sorry, Livvy. I am. Let me do something, all right?"
"It's done, Stiles," Olivia said grimly, tears filling her eyes. "Just don't talk to me anymore."