Chapter Six: Heart Monitor

When I finally came back to school people were whispering about me. I kept my head down and tried not to think about it.

Dance practice didn't go very well. I was too distracted. I was worried about my dad. Stiles had told me what had happened at the school. Dad was still in the hospital. It wasn't serious but I hated the fact that he had been hurt.

Stiles was refusing to talk to Scott. I wasn't very inclined to speak with him either. I knew it wasn't his fault but I couldn't help but blame him. He was the reason we were involved in the werewolf thing in the first place.

School passed quickly. Stiles, of course, talked to Scott and told me that he was going to help Scott. I nodded knowing he would. Stiles couldn't stay away from Scott for long.

Free period was spent trying to help Stiles. He had stolen Coach's heart monitor and was using to see Scott's heart rate as Stiles threw lacrosse balls at Scott. I watched and tried not to laugh.

After free period I headed to my locker. I grabbed my things for history and plopped down on the floor. I was lucky and had another free period to study.

I heard footsteps and glanced up. Jackson was standing over me. Before I could say anything he sat beside me.

"Can I help you?" I asked. Jackson looked sick. He was pale and sweaty.

"I wanted to talk to you," he said. His voice tried to be rough but didn't quite manage it.

"Look, if you want to talk about what happened at the store then you can forget it," I replied looking back at my book. He grabbed my arm.

"We've already done this Jackson. Let me go." We stared at each other for a long time.

"You could have left me," he stated quietly.

"Well I'm not a total dick so…" I stood up and gathered my stuff. He stood with me and stopped me before I could leave.

"T-th," he stopped.

"Is saying thank you really that difficult?" I asked snarkily. He glared and I rolled my eyes.

"How about we never mention it again? Ever," I told him before walking away.

That night Stiles and I drove Scott to the school. Scott had decided to call the alpha out by using the sound system in the school.

"This is a terrible idea," I said as we got out. Scott shrugged and I rolled my eyes. Stiles and I got the bolt cutters out of the back as Derek pulled up.

"Alright, you guys go inside. I'll stay out here with Derek and help keep an eye on things," I told them. I gave Stiles a quick hug.

"Where's my boss?" Scott was asking.

"He's in the back," Derek replied. I peered inside to see him trussed up with duct tape.

"He looks comfortable," Stiles snorted with a glare at Derek. Derek just shrugged. I sighed and leaned against the car. If anything else, I could keep an eye on Deaton.

"What exactly is their plan?" Derek asked as they headed into the building.

"Scott is going to use the sound system to call the alpha with a howl," I explained. We waited for a few moments until a strange sound came from the school. It sounded like a cat dying.

"You've got to be kidding me," Derek groaned. I clapped my palm to my forehead. There was a pause and then…

A roar came from the school. Doors started to rattle. Derek and I looked around and shivers cascaded down my back.

"Idiots," Derek muttered.

Scott and Stiles came out a few minutes later.

"I'm going to kill both of you," Derek snapped. I crossed my arms and watched, "What are you trying to do? Attract the whole state to the school?"

"Sorry," Scott said with a grin, "I didn't know it was going to be that loud.

"Oh it was loud, and it was awesome," Stiles cheered.

"Stiles."

"Shut up." Derek and I spoke at the same time.

"Don't be such sour wolves," Stiles retorted. I rolled my eyes.

Cold suddenly trickled down my neck and my chest tightened.

"What did you do with him?" Scott asked. I turned and found the backseat empty. Derek did as well and we both froze.

"I didn't do anything," Derek replied. I saw something shift and I skittered back. Before I could warn Derek he was being lifted up. Blood dribbled from his mouth. The alpha held him suspended in the air by his claws before throwing him into the wall. I screamed and Scott, Stiles and I bolted for the school.

Derek was dead and we were next.