So I want to formally apologize for not existing the past few months. Before you start this chapter, I feel like you should know that I've gone back and done some revisions on pretty much every previous chapter. They don't change the story, but they change enough to warrant skimming or rereading them.

Sonya is understandably upset when she finds out why I have my laptop set up in the kitchen instead of my room.

"I cannot believe you're making tortillas without me!" she wails, throwing her head back melodramatically. I glance down at her on the screen as I tear a small chunk of masa from the large lump and roll it into a small ball worthy of the Delgado name. We take our tortillas seriously.

"It's not like I'm making them just to spite you," I tell her, scratching at my nose with the back of my wrist to avoid getting flour on my face. "These are bribery tortillas."

"That just makes it worse!" she argues. "It means you're getting into shenanigans without me!"

"What it means is that Deputy Paulson won't go telling Stiles I got his dad cookies the other day," I counter, pointing a finger at her before continuing at the task at hand. As it is, I have about ten rolls spread across the table, and have enough dough left to roll at least twice as many more. I already have Melissa's big breakfast skillet over the stove, ready for use once I'm done with this step.

Sonya groans. "Why do you keep feeding everyone there and not sending me anything?"

"Sheriff Stilinski got hit by a car! I couldn't not get him cookies! And Pauly saw them, so his silence costs, like, five tortillas."

She narrows her eyes at me and leans in close to the screen. "You never make just five tortillas."

I cover the camera with my thumb for a second, long enough for her to squawk in anger. "Scott and Melissa made me promise to save them some."

Sonya crosses her arms and glares at me. "Yeah? And what about your serial killer boyfriend? You gonna save him some too?"

"Derek gets ten." Because I kinda owe him some home-cooked somewhat healthy food, and what's better to start with than tortillas? Maybe I should make something to go with them. Oo, it's been entirely too long since I've gotten my hands on some lengua. Can't say I know where to get any here though…

"You have your thinking face," Sonya tells me. I frown down at her as she smiles deviously. "Are you plotting out ways to woo him?"

"What? No!" I make a face at her. "I'm plotting out ways to feed him. I don't think he's had real food since he's been here." The thought of not having a real home cooked meal hurts my heart.

"That's literally the same thing!" Sonya says. "My momma always said the way to a man's heart is through his stomach," she goes sagely.

"Your mom literally has never said that, ever," I accuse. And I should know. I spent most of my high school career at Sonya's house.

"Doesn't change the fact that you're trying to seduce him with your food, which, come on, Ares. No one can resist your food. He's fucked."

I roll my eyes. "I guess there are worse things in life than having Derek Hale and his magical eyebrows in love with my food." Like being killed by a monster werewolf bent on revenge, or killed by an equally crazy hunter lady, or Stiles finding out I feed his dad-

"His last name is Hale?" she asks, sitting up straight. My eyes go wide, because shit. Shit, she's going to facebook stalk him now. I haven't even facebook stalked him yet.

"Sonya-"

"Bitch, you just jealous of my super saiyan swagger."

I jump at my phone's sudden revival. It's plugged into my computer, charging since I started the tortillas. And since my computer doesn't make the best charging platform, it's only been alive for a couple minutes. I glare at Sonya, who's gleefully typing away at her computer, before grabbing the phone.

Three missed calls, ten unopened messages.

"Jesus, it's only been off for an hour," I mutter, swiping the messages open.

Human Puppy

Come to the school ASAP

I narrow my eyes. That's not right. Like, at all. Scott never uses capital letters correctly. Ever. I check the time it was sent, noting how it was the message I got right as my phone died earlier, before reading the rest.

Human Puppy
ares we fucked up were fucked were gon die
were trapped in the school the alpha tricked us and now were stuck
HE JUST TORE THE BATTERY OUT OF STILES JEEP
ARES WAT DO WE DO
pls answer ur phone
were gonna hide in the lockerroom pls answer idk wat to do
ARES HE KILLED THE JANITOR
THE JANITOR IS DEAD
HELP US

Fuck. Fuck.

FUCK.

"Son of a bitch!" I slam my hand down on the table, and it shakes from the force.

"Ares! What's wrong?" Sonya demands, face coated in alarm. I look down at her, and her eyes go wide with what looks like shock tinged with fear. Last time I saw her look at me like that was just a couple days before I ended up in California.

"I need to go," I tell her, and she barely has time to open her mouth before I disconnect the call and shut my laptop. My hands shake as I exit from the messages and pull up my contacts and pull up Derek number.

"Pick up, pick up, pick up," I plead as I disconnect my phone and hastily throw a clean kitchen towel over the dough so it doesn't go dry. It seems I must have done something right recently, because the universe choose to smile upon me in my time of need.

"Yea-"

"Ohthankfuck." It comes out in a rush, more air than actual words, and I cradle my phone in my shoulder as I stuff my feet into my boots. "I need you. Right now, at the school," I tell him, snatching my keys from the counter and rushing out of the kitchen. There's a second of silence, and for that second I worry I might have caught his voicemail, which, if he has a syke out voicemail I'm going to murder him.

"What." It comes out weird, clipped and controlled. If he was in the middle of killing Deaton, I swear- I don't have time for this.

"Scott and Stiles are gonna die!" I exclaim, twisting the lock to the front door before slamming it shut behind me. I stumbled down the steps and only just caught myself before falling on my face. "The Alpha's at the school and it has them trapped and we need to save them right now!"

"What." This time it's all growl, and there's the Derek Hale I know and love.

"Scotty texted and my phone only just registered them and the alpha killed the janitor and they're trapped and meet me at the school in, like, five minutes," I tell him.

"Ares, wait-"

"'Kay, don't be on the phone and drive, that's illegal, bye!" I shove my phone in my pocket, barely remembering to disconnect, and jumped in the Turtle.

Scotty had better not be dead when I get there.

A pair of headlights pop up behind me as I pull into the school, and I hope to fuck that it's Derek, because I don't have time for anything else. There are two cars already in the lot by the front of the school: Stiles' Jeep and a silver porsche, which, fuck. This doesn't do us any favors.

I take a breath as I pull in next to the Jeep, the Camaro pulling in next to my car. Out of the corner of my eye I see Derek jump out of his car almost immediately. I ignore him for a moment, instead reaching over and pulling the glove compartment open. A small flashlight tumbles out and I barely catch it before it falls to the floor.

Derek waits by my door when I jump out of the Turtle, posture tense and alert as he scans the lot.

"Do you even have a plan?" he asks as I step up next to him.

"Find the boys. Get the fuck out. Don't die." I take note of the Jeep's warped hood as we make our way up the steps and hope the Alpha doesn't so much as think about touching my Turtle. "I'm still working on the details," I admit. Despite the severity of the situation, Derek snorts.

The front doors of the school are thrown wide open, and there's a chain hanging from one of the handles. I flick on my flashlight, peering into the school. The hallway is empty. And creepy. Super creepy. I swallow thickly, gripping my pepper spray tightly in my hand.

"Okay. We can do this. Just. Go into the school with the monster. Just. Go. Okay."

"Ares."

I look up at him, and he looks pointedly at how I have looped my arm through his, which, uh, when did that happen? "Uh, yeah, no, I'm not letting go," I tell him, tightening my hold, and whoa. Derek Hale. Gots some nice arms - My little cousin is about to die, I should not be thinking these thoughts.

"I wasn't going to make you," he says, blinking, and his eyes go bright blue. Ah yeah, asshole werewolf powers being put to some good use. "Come on."

Have you ever realized how terrifying schools are after dark? Because they're fucking terrifying. Nightmare fuel. Shit worthy of a gilded nosleep.

"This is how people die in horror movies," I tell Derek as we move deeper into the school, deeper into the darkness. In hopeless times like these, my inner Warren tends to come out. In front of me, I can practically feel Derek's eye roll. "They go into creepy schools alone with serial killing monsters." Now that I think about it, I should have called Warren first. He knows these things. He did his junior year research paper over horror movie survival statistics. "Derek, you're white, you're gonna have to protect me. I'm a minority, it's already looking bad for me." I gasp, and Derek jumps when I slap his arm. "I don't even have the security of being a virgin! Oh, I'm gonna die!"

"You don-?" Derek cuts himself off, shaking his head and scowling. "Will you shut up, you're not going to die. Now come on. They're this way," he says, leading the way.

"How do you know?" I ask, unable to stop myself. He glances down at me, blue eyes narrowed, but decides not to bother with telling me to shut up again.

"I can hear them. They're arguing."

Bless those asshole werewolf powers. Maybe I won't die after all. We fall back into silence, but it doesn't last very long.

"Why are schools so creepy at night?" I whisper, peering into a classroom as we pass. It's empty, and I take that as a good thing. No dead janitor in there. "Like, all schools," I go on, rushing after Derek who had continued forward without waiting for me. I grab the back of his jacket when I catch up, and he glances back at me before shaking his head. "It's probably because it's where hopes and dreams go to die," I mutter to myself.

"With your ramblings, the Alpha will end up finding us before we find the kids," he warns me. I duck my head, because shit, yeah, he has a point. If he can hear the boys, then the Alpha sure as shit can hear us.

"Sorry." I fall silent. Our footsteps echo as we climb the steps, and I can feel my heart slamming against my rib cage as it it wants to tear free like something out of Alien. A moment of morbid curiosity makes me wonder if such a thing is possible, and if I'd have to pull a Night Vale and follow the trail of blood to catch it again.

As we can see, being left in silence does nothing for my paranoid state.

"Do you think if we ask nicely, the Alpha will fuck off?" I ask as we near a set of double doors hidden in the shadows. I raise the flashlight to peer in, only to run into Derek's back as he had stopped short. "Oh, hey, back," I mutter, stepping back. "Dude, wha-"

"Ares, shut up," he hisses, turning on his heel and looking down the hall we just came from, eyes all glowy and blue. I bring a hand to my mouth.

"Shit, sorr-"

"Stop apologizing and just shut up," he snapped, grabbing my arm and pulling me back behind him, all but shoving me back into the shadows. "Don't move," he orders, not looking back at me as he steps out into the middle of the hall, lifting his head and inhaling deeply. I clutch at the flashlight and bring my finger over the pepper spray's trigger, ready to blind any revenge seeking Alphas.

"Derek?" I call out hesitantly, stepping forward. "What's wrong?"

His eyes snap open and he looks over at me in something akin to horror. "Fuck."

A roar, full of rage, of raw power, fills the halls. The walls and windows shake, and I drop the flashlight to cover my ears. It doesn't do much to stop the noise. I never really knew what people meant when they say a sound rattles the brain, that it shakes you down to your core; I do now.

It ends just as abruptly as it started, and I slowly peel my hands away from my ringing ears. "What the seven fucks was tha-" Derek cries out in pain, dropping to his knees and clutching at his head. "Shit, Derek!" I rush to him, but he holds out a hand, clawed and shaking.

"Don't." I stop short, staring at him in shock as he drops his arm and curls into himself, shouting, no, howling in pain. I can't bring myself to move - a part of me wants nothing more than to go to him, to try and find a way to make him better, to make it stop. Another part, the part making my gut twist and the hairs on the back of my neck stand and cold sweat prickle at my back, the part you should never, ever fucking ignore is telling me to run. To not look back and just go and pray to whatever Higher Being cares enough to listen.

It ends, finally, with Derek curled into himself. His breathing is labored, and he's shaking. He doesn't move, seems rooted to the spot just as I am. A tense second passes, and I finally bring myself to take a hesitant step forward despite everything telling me to move away.

"Der?" I call out quietly, stooping down to grab my light. His head snaps up, his eyes glowing blue, but there's nothing of Derek in them. I swallow thickly, bringing my light up to see him, which proved to be a mistake. "Ay Dios mio," I gasp, stumbling back and slamming against one of the doors.

It pops open, and I'm sent tumbling back, falling on my ass in the next hall. The flashlight and pepper spray flies out of my hands as the door slams shut in front of me, clicking as the lock snaps into place. I blink in surprise, taking a second I probably don't have to process just what I had seen in that split second.

If anyone asks, being a werewolf apparently has more than glowy eyes and sharp nails. Derek's face has warped into something more animalistic, and it'd be the coolest thing in the world if not for the fact that he had looked at me like my name is Yolanda Saldívar. There's nothing of Derek in the wolf standing on the other side of those doors. That isn't my dork in a leather jacket, it's something entirely different. Dangerous. Feral.

I thought I knew what real fear was. I didn't know shit.

"Fuckfuckfuckfuck," I chant as I scramble back, away from the doors. My key chain, my pepper spray, is gone, lost in my fall with my flashlight - and don't I feel like the first ten pages of a Supernatural novel - and I glance around desperately for it. I might trust Derek, but that isn't Derek anymore, not right now, and I don't know what's gonna snap him out of that. Whatever the Alpha had done - because there's no way that roar had been anything but the Alpha - it made him lose control. If he has an anchor, now would be a good time for him to get in touch with it, because shit isn't looking all that great. I suck in a breath and hold it as Derek moves toward the doors, casting a dark shadow in the windows.

A growl, low and menacing, fills the hallway. My back goes rigid and my breath hitches in my throat. In front of me, the shadow that is Derek goes still, and I know he heard it too. The growl is accompanied with soft footsteps and I wince at the sudden screeching of metal being scraped. I turn my head, slowly, and all the air rushes out of my lungs at the sight of a pair of glowing golden eyes.

"Scotty?" My voice cracks as dread fills my chest. Scott, mijo, my baby cousin who's literally the embodiment of a spoiled puppy, answers with a low growl as he tears his hand away from the lockers he had been scraping with his claws. The flashlight I had lost rolls lazily across the hall, offering the only light as the hall, which runs perpendicular to Derek's has, no windows outside. It comes to a gentle stop against a wall of lockers, and I eye it before looking back up at Scott, who hasn't moved since he noticed me.

Okay, Ares, you have a problem. Your baby cousin wants to kill you - probably. Your werewolf bro also wants to kill you - probably, but he's on the other side of a heavy door, so don't think about him just yet. Focus on the little one about to murder you. Focus on how to make him human again and not a little murder minion.

Derek always says shit about pain doing the trick, and if I learned anything from the really bad date with that asshole Elliot, it's that tasers fucking hurt.

"Okay, mijo, I want to apologize in advance," I say, carefully shifting for better movement. His growl grows louder, which, you know what, fuck it. I'm probably gonna die anyway, let's get this shit over with.

I lunge at the flashlight, nearly slamming into the lockers as I snatch it up. Scott's footsteps are loud and heavy as he comes crashing toward me, and a steady mantra of fuckmeshitgonnadiefuckmeshitgonnadie repeats in my head as my fingers fumble over the switch. Darkness envelopes the hall as I push the switch down, revealing a bright red button that shines even in the dark. I raise the flashlight and it connects to Scott's stomach as he jumps at me. I have a split second to think this better fucking work and oh mijo I am so fucking sorry as I press the button.

The flashlight pops and crackles, the noise echoing through the hall. Bright white light, electricity, runs across the metal prongs at the tip of the light, connecting to Scott's stomach, and he jerks back, howling in surprise and pain and crumbling to the ground, spasming.

"I'msorryI'msorryI'msorry!" I chant, pulling back. Scott lay on the floor, curled into himself and clutching at his stomach, whimpering. "Scotty?" I ask hesitantly when he doesn't move for a moment, nudging his shoulder with my toe. "You alive, mijo?"

He doesn't move for a moment and for that moment I believe I've killed him. But before I can panic about what I'm gonna tell Melissa, he raises a hand slowly and brings up his thumb before dropping it back down and groaning.

"Gracias a Dio-fuck!" The door separating Derek's hall and mine slams open and a figure - Derek - flies out, only to skid to a stop in the middle of the hall. I flick the light back on and shine it in his face, and - "You're eyebrows are back!"

He drops the clawed hand he has up to protect his eyes from the light and stares at me, then down at Scott in surprise. "What'd you do to him?"

"Um, my flashlight kinda sorta doubles as a taser?" I say, flicking it back off and pressing the button again. It's just as loud and bright as before, if not more so since it doesn't have Scott's gut to muffle it. Scott immediately goes back down into a fetal position and Derek jumps back, flinching. "Ay, mijo, lo siento," I say, turning the light back on to avoid any accidental shocks. "Ándale, Scotty, let's get you up," I say, hooking an arm through his and hauling him up, nearly falling on my ass in the process. He looks around, as if waking from a daze, then looks at me.

"Are, oh my god, I almost killed you!" he exclaims, throwing his arms around me.

"But you didn't," I remind him, keeping my voice chipper to hide the fact that I was very much about to shit myself. I pat his back and look at Derek, who watches with something like detached amusement. "Ya, basta," I say, pulling him away and keeping a grip on his shoulders to keep him grounded. "Where's Stiles? And who else is here with you?"

"Allison!" he exclaims, and I have to grab his arm to keep him from taking off down the hall.

"Scott, focus," I snap, tugging him back. "Is it just Allison? Where are they?"

"That was Jackson's car," Derek adds helpfully, stepping up next to us. "I can't say I'm surprised he's involved." I glance up at Derek, narrow my eyes just a bit at him, because I'm still not sure why he isn't batshit crazy anymore.

Shady shit.

"Lydia's with them too," Scott says. "Jackson, Lydia, Allison, and Stiles. They, they're in the chemistry room!" He shoves a hand into his pocket and pulls out a ring of keys. "I came out to get the keys from the janitor and we'd get away from the fire escape and run for Jackson's car. We need to go get them and go!"

I blink at him, letting what he said process. "The. The dead janitor?"

"I sniffed him out," he says, glancing up over at Derek. "Used my senses like Derek says to - look, does it matter? We have to go before the Alpha comes back!" I swear to God, these werewolves are gonna be the fucking death of me. I don't say as much, mainly because one of them actually did just try to kill me, which yeah, just gonna internalize that for now. We have more important things to worry about.

"And you went alone."

"Lydia made a molotov cocktail," he says, almost absentmindedly. "It didn't ignite when I threw it though. Which is why we have to GO!"

I inhale deeply and press my fist to my mouth to keep from screaming. Yes, he has a very good point. An excellent point. But I'm kicking someone's ass for fucking up sending Scott out with a faulty bomb. But there's still the fact that I have yet to find out what the hell Scotty's doing here to begin with.

"Okay, okay, wait, one more question!" Scott huffs and throws his head back, and even Derek seems irritated. "Scott, the fuck are you doing here to begin with?"

He draws back in surprise before pulling his phone out of his pocket. "I got a text from Allison." His brows furrowed. "And she got a text from me. But I didn't text her, and she didn't text me and-"

"You never use caps," I say quietly before pounding my fist against my forehead and stepping back away from Scotty and pacing across the hall.

"Ares?" Derek calls out, his voice concerned.

"Fuck, why the fuck didn't I realize before?" I mutter to myself. Scott gets a text from Allison. Allison gets a text from Scott. I get a text from Scott. He doesn't use proper grammar ever. "Scott, what was the first text you sent me?" I demand, pointing my light at his face, and he winces before searching through his phone.

"Um, the one with 'we're fucked, gonna die,'" he says. "Why?"

I pull my phone out of my pocket, and it has about three percent left. I pull up Scott's messages, and show off the first.

Human Puppy
Come to the school ASAP

"Ares, I didn't send you that," he says, voice shaking. "And that's the exact same one Allison and I got." Next to us, Derek lets out a growl, and I probably would have too it I could, considering how I could have - would have - walked into a trap if my phone didn't die earlier.

"It's just like the fucking novelas," I say, unable to say anything else.

"Hey," Scott says, head snapping up. "You hear that?" I frown, but Derek closes his eyes, tilting his head.

"Sirens," he says, opening his eyes again.

"The Sheriff!" Scott exclaims, looking at me with hope in his eyes. "Come on!"

"Wait, mijo, five seconds," I say, grabbing his arm. He looks at me in confusion. "Did you tell anyone you texted me?" I demand. He makes a face, like he doesn't understand why it's so important. And honestly, thank god I'm here or there's no telling what stupid thing he'd do. Probably find a way to blame all this on Derek.

"Just Stiles. Ares, why does this matter?"

"Shit, okay," I say, looking back down at my phone and selecting all the messages from Scott but the fake and deleting them. "Delete the ones you sent me."

"What-why?"

"Do you want Allison to know you know why the fuck this all happened?" I demand, and he blinks, realization dawning on his features.

"She'd hate me," he says in horror.

"She wouldn't be your number one fan, that's for sure," I say. "Plus, when the cops ask what the fuck you're doing here, you can say you got the text from Allison," I go on, snatching his phone from his hand and selecting his panicked messages when I notice he's too terrified of the idea of Allison hating him to move. "Allison will say she got a text from you, I'll say I got a text from you and brought Derek because he's paranoid and wouldn't let me come alone," I add, deleting the messages and shoving the phone back to Scott. By now even I can hear the sirens, and the reassurance that I'm not going to die tonight is fantastic.

"If Allison asks why you didn't come back," I go on, "tell her you ran into us and had to fill us in on what the fuck was going on and we obviously didn't believe you until the cops got here. When the cops ask, you have no idea why the fuck you were brought here, and I have no idea why the fuck I was brought here." He looks at me in something akin to shock and horror, like he didn't realize I wasn't below lying to cops and cute girlfriends to protect my little cousin.

"Qué?"

"You're such a Slytherin," he says finally.

"I'm actually Hufflepuff."

Okay, so that was Night School. I didn't mean to take so long to update, and I'm super sorry that it took as long as it did. I had a lot of issues with this chapter, and it probably reflects in what is in front of you, but I got it to a point where I'm satisfied enough with it to present it to you guys and I hope you all enjoy it enough to stick around.

Like I said, I went back and revised chapters, and that had a bit to do with why I was gone so long. I can't promise that the next update will be soon, since I like to stay a couple chapters ahead, but since this one gave me so much grief, I have to go back and completely rewrite the next three I already had written. So I'll be back as soon as I can with more for you, promise!

In the meantime, stay cool, guys and I hope you're all having a good summer!

Translation(s)
1. Masa - dough
2. lengua - tongue (yo, so tongue meat (cow) is like, the best, especially with home made flower tortillas... the bEST)
3. Yolanda Saldívar - she's the lady who killed Selena
4. Basta - Enough
5. novela - telenovela, soap opera, the super dramatic spanish ones