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"𝗜 𝗵𝗼𝘄𝗹 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗜 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗜'𝗺 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂"

🀢 𝔞 🀥

"Lock it, lock it!" Scott shouts after we hurled ourselves into the school building, leaning on the doors to keep them shut. As if that would save us from the ten-foot wolf that was trying to attack us.

"Does it look like I have the key?" Stiles shouted sarcastically, causing me to bit my lip to hide my smile.

"Grab something," Scott stated.

I look around the empty school hallway, "There isn't anything to grab."

"Anything!" Scott shouts again, causing my heart rate to increase as I realize the terrifying situation we were in.

Stiles looks outside the door, coming up with a plan.

"No," Scott deadpanned, seeing here Stiles was looking. I rise up on my tippy toes to see the pair of bolt cutters that TSiles had dropped to carry me.

"Yes," Stiles argues.

I shake my head, "No way."

"Stiles, no, don't," Scott began, but Stiles had already opened the door and sprinted towards them.

I instantly went to follow him, but Stiles held me back, "No, Stiles!" I shout squirming in Scott's hold to try and run after him, Stiles. Come back," I shout as tears begin streaming down my face.

"What will you do, huh? You're injured, you can't go there!" Scott yells at me but, I keep fighting anyway.

I shake my head, "He is going to get hurt."

I freeze when I see the beast come out from behind Stiles's car. I don't know what came over me, but I screeched his name at the top of my lungs, causing Stiles to look at me before turning behind himself to see the alpha.

Scott's grip on me disappeared as I watched the wolf struggle for a moment to shake off the pain from my scream. I cry out in relief, watching Stiles use the opportunity to run back into the building.

Once he made it in, he quickly slammed the bolt cutters in the door to keep it shut.

He looks at me with a worried expression, "Are you okay?"

I glare at him but make no move to respond to his question. I wouldn't let him know how worried he had me or how I wished to do nothing more than pull him into my arms because I was so glad he was alive.

"Where is it? Where did it go? That won't hold it, would it?" Scott looked at Stiles and me.

"Probably not," Stiles huffed.

I turn to look at Scott, who was shaking his head the same way the monster wolf was. Looking between both of the boys, I cross my arms, "I want answers. Now."

Stiles looks at me like I had just grown two heads, "Are you-Right after-You want us to explain what is going on after you just saw that thing try to kill me? Can we wait until tomorrow."

I shake my head, leaning on the nearest lockers, "Right now or I walk home."

Stiles and Scott look at me like I am insane, while I just shrug. Stiles ran his hand over his face, "You are-this is-gah-fine."

Scott sighs before he begins to explain everything, "It really is not that difficult. The night before school started, I was in the woods when I got bit by a werewolf. The werewolf just happens to be the leader of a pack, an alpha, who is power-hungry and wants to kill everyone," Scott rushed out, obviously eager to leave this spot, "Also Allison's family happen to be werewolf hunters who are out to kill all the werewolves, including me. But she doesn't know any of this, so you can't tell her."

I nod my head after thinking over what he said, "Huh."

They both seem to be looking at expectantly, waiting for my reaction, after a few more minutes, I grin, "This is sorta awesome."

Scott and Stiles sigh in relief before we all freeze at the sound of a howl nearby. Stiles turned to me, "Can we run now?"

I gulped, nodding my head before Stiles scooped me up in his arms and began running with Scott down the school hallway. My eyes widen as they rush into one of the empty classrooms. Stiles placed me on the teacher's desk, just as Scott begins to push it to block the door.

My eyes widen as I grip the desk, trying not to fall off. Stiles stopped Scott before he could block the door. "Stop, stop. The door's not gonna keep it out."

"I know," Scott sighed, giving up on moving the table.

"It's your boss," Stiles told him.

"What?"

"Deaton, the alpha? Your boss," Stiles replied.

"No."

"Yes, murdering psycho werewolf," Stiles argued.

"That can't be," Scott shook his head.

"Oh, come on. He disappears, and that thing shows up ten seconds later to toss Derek 20 feet through the air? That's not convenient timing?" Stiles bombarded.

"It's not him," Scott denied.

"He killed Derek," Stiles argued before we all shivered, thinking about Derek's blood spurting from his mouth.

"No, Derek's not dead. He can't be dead," Scott shook his head. He must have been helping him with the whole werewolf thing.

"Blood spurted out of his mouth, okay? That doesn't exactly qualify as a minor injury," Stiles sassed, "He's dead, and we're next."

"Okay, just - what do we do?" I calmly asked the boys, trying to help them calm down.

"We get to my jeep, we get out of here," Stiles nodded his head at me before pointing to Scott, "And then you seriously think about quitting your job, good?"

Scott ran over to the windows, trying to open them. I frowned at his futile attempt at escaping, "The windows don't open," I sigh. Lydia and I had researched the entire history of Beacon Hills, including the architectural structures of town when we took Geography in fifth grade.

"The school's climate-controlled," Stiles added.

"Then we break it," Scott said.

I shake my head, as Stiles signals, "Which will make a lot of noise."

"Then, uh, then we run really fast. Really fast," Scott told us. I jump of the table, slowly walking over the look out the window. Something doesn't look the same.

I squint my eyes looking at Stiles's jeep. The hood is dented. I tilt my head, looking closer at the damage. That wasn't there before.

"Uh, Stiles? What's wrong with the hood of your jeep?" I asked him, holding on to the window.

"What do you mean? Nothing's wrong," Stiles said, looking over me to see his car, which was definitely damaged.

"It's bent," I stated.

"What, like, dented?" Stiles questioned, looking at his car.

"No, she means bent," Scott replied, pointing to his jeep.

"What the hell - " I heard Stiles mutter. He must have found his jeep.

"Duck," I shout, noticing some black-figure coming our way. Stiles grabs me and pulls me down with him just as whatever I saw flying towards us broke the glass windows.

I close my eyes at the glass begins to shatter over us.

"That's my battery," Stiles stated in a cracked voice. I open my eyes, looking over at the door to see a car battery that was scratched by razor-sharp claws.

Stiles moved to get up, but Scott and I pulled him down, not sure if anything else would come flying towards us anytime soon.

"Don't," Scott ordered him.

"We have to move," Stiles looked at the both of us.

"He could be right outside," Scott whispered.

"He is right outside," I look at him with all jokes aside, "There is no way he won't catch us if we don't move."

"Just let me take a look," Scott sighed, before slowly turning around to look out the window. I watched Scott patiently praying the coast was clear.

"Nothing?" Stiles asked.

"No," Scott replied before getting up.

"Move now?" Stiles questioned as he helped me on my feet.

"Move now," Scott confirmed before Stiles lifted me in his arms once again and began running in the halls.

"This way," Scott said, running into a new room.

"No, no, no, no," Stiles said as he stopped running, causing Scott to follow.

"What?"

"Somewhere without windows," Stiles told him.

"Every single room in this building has windows," I told him, before thinking, "Other than the closet, which we couldn't all fit into."

"Or somewhere with fewer windows," Stiles added.

"The locker room," Scott said before running into the boy's locker room with Stiles hot on his heels.

"Call your dad," Scott looked at Stiles after we had entered the boys' locker rooms.

"And tell him what?"

"Anything," Scott said, breathing heavily, "There's a 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 questioned. "What if it goes completely terminator and kills every cop in sight, including my dad!"

I frown, thinking about how Stiles had told me how he lost his mom. His dad was all he had left.

"They have guns," Scott answered.

"Okay, but um let's see here...Derek had to be shot with a wolfsbane bullet to even slow him down, Scott," Stiles snarkily replied, "Police don't carry wolfsbane bullets!"

"Then we - we have to - we have to find a way out and just run for it," Scott desperately said.

"There's nothing near the school for at least a mile," Stiles sighed.

"What about Derek's car?" Scott asked.

"That could work. We go outside, we get the keys off his body, and then we take his car," Stiles nodded.

"And him," Scott and I added.

"Fine. Whatever," Stiles rolled his eyes, obviously not happy with the second part of the agreement.

I notice something move in one of the offices, "Shut up," I tell them, stepping closer to the coach's office.

"Someone's coming! Hide!" Scott whisper-shouted at us, pushing me into Stiles.

My eyes widened as I felt Stiles grab my arm and shove me in a locker. I watch in awe as he squeezes himself in, along with me.

I wince, trying to get a little more comfortable in the cramped space Stiles forced me into. My neck was pressed up again, the hard metal locker, and my front was touching Stiles's chest.

Stiles looked down and me, his caramel eyes shining in the darkness, "Are you okay?"

I nod my head, "Of course. I love being shoved into stinky lockers to hide from mass murdering creatures," I sarcastically reply.

Stiles laughed, "When you say it like that, it sounds like we are gonna die."

I lightly laugh along with Stiles before his breathing begins to become erratic, "Oh my god. We are gonna die."

I feel him squirm in the locker as he begins to freak out, "There are so many things we haven't done yet -- I haven't done yet,"

My eyes widen as he begins to get louder and louder, "Shut it, Stiles."

"Last time I hear your voice," Stiles dramatically cries, "My ten-year plan has just kicked off and now with the whole-all of it doesn--"

I quickly press my lips against his, doing the only thing I can think of to shut him up. My lips slowly move against his, which readily accept me. We only stay like that for a few seconds before I pull away.

I press my finger against his soft lips as I try to listen for any noise—both of our heads turning to peek through the small holes of the locker.

All a sudden, I see a dark figure walk up to our locker, causing both Stiles and me to yelp before she is roughly pulled out of the locker. Stiles's eyes are squeezed shut as he whimpers, "Be gentle."

I roll my eyes turning to look at our "attacker." I glanced at the janitor who was holding up a broomstick to us with a perturbed expression, "What do you think you are doing?"

"Sir," I begin, trying to explain to him what was going on, while Stiles let Scott out of his locker, "Pl-"

The janitor scoffed, glaring at us, "You think I haven't seen my fair share of horny teenagers?" Oh god.

I quickly shake my head, trying to explain what was going on, but he was not having it. "You kids will go anywhere," he bellowed before he turned around to see Scott getting out of a different locker, "What are you? Some pervert here to watch 'em?" Gross.

I swear if I could shrink into the smallest particle of dirt on the planet, right now, I would.

Stiles took in a deep breath, "No! If you would just listen for half a second!"

"Just shut up and go!" he screamed, shoving us all out of the locker room and slamming the door without a final glance.

We all backed away by the force of the slam. That was more violent than expected. I slowly went up to the door to open it and see what had happened, but just as my hand touched the knob, the janitor's body slammed into the door.

I gasped, as Stiles and Scott pulled me back, watching a bloody hand slowly slip down the window before it was yanked away. Ignoring the man's screams that rang through the halls, I began to walk away from the scene towards Stiles's welcoming arms.

We are all frozen, speechless. We had just witnessed a murder.

The man suddenly flew through the door, knocking it off its hinges.

We all sprang into action, with Scott grabbing me this time. Sprinting down the halls, my eyes were frozen on the bloody locker room door.

Trying to swallow the lump that was beginning to form in the back of my throat,

Stiles hurled himself into the double doors blocking us from the exit before he fell back. He quickly got up and tried to open the door again before he sighed, "We are locked in."

We're dead.

"I'm not dying here! I'm not gonna die at school!!" Stiles began muttering to himself as Scott carried me down the hallway. We knew there was no use in trying to leave, so now, it was a matter of running the clock.

"We're not going to die," I assured him, although I didn't believe my own words.

"What does it even want?" Stiles asked, running his hand over his buzzed head in frustration. He was cute when he was upset.

Scott sighed, "Me. Derek says that it's stronger with a pack."

"Oh, lovely. A psychotic werewolf who's into teamwork. That's beautiful." I scoff watching Stiles look at me as if I am the most amazing girl on the planet.

I frown, realizing that Scott was still holding me. Both of the boys must be tired from carrying me. Frowning, I thought about how I was really holding them back. I bet if it weren't for me, they would have been able to escape.

"Are you tired of holding me?" I look at Scott, "Because you can go, and I will hide alone."

Stiles scoffs, "No way. There is no way in hell I am leaving you," Stiles shook his head, causing my chest to flutter, "Plus, you are lighter than a feather, Ariel. I swore when I carried you, it wasn't hard at all."

I smile at the boys, not pushing it any further, although I made a mental note to sacrifice myself if I ever noticed that I was a deadweight.

Scott stopped walking, causing me to look at the boys. They seemed to be staring at something through the window. Turning my head to see what was wrong, I watched the alpha run across the roof before I groaned.

The boys began to make a run for it, while I looked behind Scott to see the alpha break through the glass.

The boys ran down the stairs to the school's lower level. The basement was humid and was obviously not under standard regulations. Scott put me down as we all slowly moved against the walls.

I closed my eyes as I tried to control my breathing. I felt a hand grab onto mine before lacing our fingers. Slowly I allow my eyes to flutter open to see my hand in Stiles's hand.

"Alright, we have to do something!" Stiles whispered, his hand gripping onto my own tightly.

"Like what?" Scott jumped, hearing a growling noise.

"I don't know. Kill it, hurt it, inflict mental anguish on it," Stiles began to list, "Something!"

"What are you doing?" I look at Stiles pull out his car keys before he threw them in the opposite direction we were hiding in.

I gasp, feeling Stiles pull me into his arms before he took off with Scott quickly following us as they ran into the heater room.

Scott ran to the table that was being stored in the room, "Come on," Scott grunted, causing Stiles to place me on the floor before he helped Scott move the table in front of the door.

I sigh, fiddling with my fingers. We had been hiding in this room for at least twenty minutes, and I was beginning to regret not wearing jeans today. I was about to offer that we try to go back to the parking lot, but, just as I opened my mouth to speak, a banging caused all of us to jump.

"Come on, get across. Come on!" Stiles shouted, trying to help me hop over the desk. I jump onto the ground using Stiles for support.

"What?" Scott looked at him, confused before he saw us on the other side of the table. Scott quickly jumped over.

I turned to Scott, who helped me on to his back as he prepared to make a run for it, "Stiles, what the hell are you doing?" I heard Scott say, causing me to look at the boy, who was leaning over the desk.

"I just want to get a look at it," He shrugged.

I scoff, "This isn't a petting zoo animal, Stiles."

"Are you crazy?" Scott shouted a few seconds after, seeing that Stiles persisted to look for the alpha.

"Look, it's trapped, okay? It's not gonna get out," Stiles assured us, as he jumped back over the desk, "Yeah, that's right, we got you," Stiles teased.

"What are you going to do when you see it. Ask for a selfie?" Stiles shucked over at me before he flashed his light down the hallway. I felt myself become angrier and angrier by the second as Stiles risked his life for some egotistical joke, "Stiles, just come here."

Scott glared at Stiles, "Will you shut up!"

"I'm not scared of this thing," Stiles scoffed, before the alpha growled, banging his claw on the window.

"I'm not scared of you," Stiles yelled at the door.

"We are, so, going to run," I tell Scott, looking at the annoying Stilinski ridicule the wolf.

"Right, 'cause you're in there and we're out here," Stiles continued. "You're not going any," He was cut off by a bang causing us all to look at the window and watch minor debris fall from the ceiling.

I looked up as I saw small cracks in the ceiling, as I whispered, "The vent."

Scott glared at Stiles, "Scared?"

Stiles immediately sobered up as he tripped over himself, trying to get away, "Yep, Run!"

Once we made it back to the main lobby, we stopped, trying to catch out breaths. I let out a nervous breath as Scott put me down, "I don't see or hear the alpha anywhere."

Stiles nodded and opened his mouth to speak before Scott held up his hand, "Did you guys hear that?"

I try to listen to any noises, but all I can hear is the beating of my heart...and ringing noise. It seemed familiar.

"It sounds like a ring tone..."

"Are you serious?" Stiles asked. "Please tell me you're joking."

I shake my head, realizing the sound was familiar because I had heard it before, numerous times, "That's Allison's phone."

"I quickly pull out my phone, dialing Allison's number. I swear to God if she doesn't answer, I will lose my mind.

"Hello?" I hear her voice through the phone, "Ariel?"

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding, brushing my hair back, "Where are you," I demand, worried for my friend's safety.

Allison laughs, "You won't believe me," I bite my lip waiting for her to talk faster, "I'm at the school looking for Scott."

I frown, having my worst fears confirmed, "Where are you right now?"

"The first floor, at the swimming pools," Allison said before she paused, "Are you with Scott?"

I sigh, "Yes," before a sudden wave of terror hits my spine, "Get to the lobby now!!!" I yell into the phone, shocking myself by the tremor in my voice before the phone falls out of my hands.

I slowly look up at the ceiling, waiting. He was coming. I felt it in my core, but for some strange reason, and couldn't bring myself to warn the others. I had to wait for him to get closer, for proof.

"What are you doing here?!" I hear Scott ask Allison.

"Because you asked me to," Allison replied, obviously confused as to what was going on.

I could sympathize with that feeling. It was just an hour ago that I learned what was going on and was beginning to regret ever asking. I am sure about one thing, however, Scott did not send her that text.

"Why am I getting the feeling you didn't send this?" Allison frowned.

"Because I didn't."

"Did you drive here?"

"No, Jackson did."

I nod my head slowly analyzing the small cracks forming on the ceiling. Lydia was here too. I could feel it.

"Ariel?" I hear Stiles's voice next to me as he gently touches my arm. I don't move an inch as I continue to wait. He was coming.

Allison was the one who broke me from my trance as she roughly shook me, "Ariel. Are you okay?"

I nod my head, sending a final glance up to the ceiling before turning to look at the rest of the group, "Yeah. We need to go," I nod to the boys.

Stiles and Scott both give me a worried glance but don't question it, as they prepare to move. Just as we were about to walk out, Lydia and Jackson walked into the room.

"Finally, okay, so can we all leave now?" Lydia asked, looking at Stiles and Scott in annoyance. Scott let go of me, allowing me to run up to my sister, pulling her in a hug, "Lydia."

While I was in her grip, I whispered in her ear, "Do you feel that, Lydia?"

Lydia pulled away, giving me a perplexed expression before she slowly looked up to the ceiling.

I hear a crack followed by a growl, causing everyone to watch the ceiling begin to collapse. Scott ran up to me and scooped me in his arms within seconds. Running as fast as he could up the stairs to the cafeteria.

Everyone began running around the room, shoving tables at all the entrances, and stacking them with chairs to hold back the alpha. Scott set me down near the kitchen, helping Jackson move the milk cooler over to the door.

I try to block out the sound of the tables scraping the floor as I look over at the huge wall of windows. I had always loved the windows in the cafeteria. They seemed to always brighten my mood, as it brought in natural light from the sun. Now it may be the reason I get killed.

"Uh," I begin reaching out for the person closest to me, "Stiles? Do you see this."

Stiles turned to look at me before following my sight over the windows, causing him to groan before he walked over to the rest of the people in the room.

"Scott, wait, not here," Stiles warned his friend, as they continued to blockade all entrances.

"What was that? Scott, what was that?" Allison asked as she took a break from stacking chairs.

"What came out of the ceiling?" Lydia asked me, but all I did was look down, trying to avoid my gaze. I have never lied to my sister, but I had a feeling I would have to start real soon.

"Will you just help me? The chairs, stack the chairs," Scott ordered.

Stiles frowned as he tried to get their attention, "Guys, can you just wait a second?" Stiles asked. I watched the way his adam's apple bobbed when he got upset.

"You guys, listen to me, w - Can we wait a second?" Stiles tried, but still, nobody listens.

"Guys? Stiles talking. Can we hang on one second, please?"

"Hello," Stiles shouts, gaining their attention.

I smile at everyone who seemed to be on the brink of insanity, "Thank you so much for barricading the doors," I calmly tell them, "I really love the whole Scooby-Doo vibe, I am getting, but I don't think that will help us."

Everyone looks at me as though I had lost my mind. I simply shrugged my shoulders before Stiles continued, "Yeah, nice work. Really beautiful job, everyone. Now, what should we do about the 20-foot wall of windows?"

"Can somebody please explain to me what's going on? Because I'm freaking out here. And I would like to know why. Scott?" Allison looks at him, tears lining her eyes.

"Somebody killed the janitor," I frowned, thinking back to the janitor's cries.

"What?" Lydia looked at me with a worried expression.

"What're they talking about? Is this a joke?" Allison laughed.

"What? Who killed him?" Jackson gently asked me.

"No, no, no, no. This was supposed to be over," Lydia breathlessly argued, "The mountain lion killed," Jackson cuts Lydia off. "No, don't you get it? There was never a mountain lion."

"Who was it? What does he want? What's happening? Scott!" Allison bombards Scott with questions, not giving him a chance to react.

"I - I don't know. I - I just - if - if we go out there, he's gonna kill us," Scott stutters, unable to form a good excuse. He is a terrible liar.

"Us? He's gonna kill us?" Lydia asked in a trembling voice.

"Who? Who is it?" Allison said, turning to Scott for answers.

"It's Derek. It's Derek Hale," Scott states. My eyes widen as I watch him betray the one person who had helped him through everything so far. Stiles rubbed his face, noticeably upset by the terrible turn of events.

"Derek killed the janitor?" Jackson clarified.

"Are you sure?" Allison inquiries.

I nod my head as Scott continues, "I saw him," avoiding everyone's glance, "No, Derek killed them."

"All of them?" Allison's voice shook. I sighed, trying to control my emotions as Scott continued to dig himself deeper and deeper.

"Yeah, starting with his own sister."

"The bus driver?" Allison said, her voice sounding fragile.

"And the guy in the video store - 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."

"Call the cops," Jackson demanded, walking over to Stiles.

"No," Stiles deadpanned, leaning on the wall next to where I was.

"Wh - what do you mean 'no'?" Jackson glared at Stiles before turning to me, "Ariel, tell your boyfriend to call his dad," Jackson ordered me.

I scoff, who did he think I was. He was not about to make demands from me, "He is not my boyfriend," I growl.

"I mean, no. Wanna hear it in Spanish? Noh," Stiles sassed, causing a small smile to form on my lips.

"Look, Derek killed three people, okay? We don't know what he's armed with," Stiles began, trying to protect his father and Scott's secret at the same time. I nod my head.

"Derek could be triggered by the entire town's police department pulling up to the car," I begin to lie, "the last thing we want is for him to do something reckless."

Lydia scoffs, "Like trying to murder a group of teenagers isn't reckless."

Jackson rolled his eyes at the two of us, before turning to Stiles, "Your dad is armed with an entire sheriff's department. Call him," Jackson demanded once again.

"Jackson, you can't force him to call his dad," I look at him with a small frown, trying to make him drop the subject before more people got hurt.

"I'm calling," Lydia says as she glares at me. I guiltily look away.

The last thing I wanted to do was upset my sister, but I wasn't about to let more people get hurt due to her boyfriend's ignorance. I would have to deal with my sister later.

"No, Lydia! Would you just hold on a sec-" Stiles said, moving to walk up to her before Jackson pushed him out the way.

Stiles sighed before moving to stand next to me, causing me to open my arms. He slowly walked into my arms, accepting my hug as I leaned my head on his shoulder, "Everyone is going to be okay," I whisper to him, "I feel it."

And when he pulled away, all I could do was look at him with a smile painted on my face, because I believed what I said. Whatever fear that had overtaken me was gone now. Everyone in this room would remain safe.

"She hung up on me," Lydia said in sheer disbelief.

"The police hung up on you?" Allison asked my older sister, not able to comprehend what she had told her. I was even shocked.

"She said they got a tip warning them that there are gonna be prank calls about a break in the high school. She said if I called again that they're gonna trace it and have me arrested," Lydia explained, her watery eyes frozen on the ground.

I had never seen my sister, so afraid. It made me uncomfortable. Lydia has always been my fearless older sister, who wasn't afraid to be bold with her opinions or her style. The girl who could claw out someone's soul with her french tips looked like nothing more than a child.

"Okay, then call again," Allison told Lydia.

"No, they won't trace a cell, and they'll send a car to your house before they send anyone here," Stiles sighed.

Allison frowned her voice, beginning to shake, "What the...What...bWhat is this?" She rushed her hair back, a nervous habit she had. "Why does Derek want to kill us? Why is he killing anyone?"

Everyone turned to us before answers, causing Stiles and me to look down at the ground. Scott would have to save his own ass since he is the one who had the bright idea to bring Derek into the mess.

"Why's everyone looking at me?" Scott finally broke the silence.

"Is he the one that sent her that text?" Lydia's pressed.

"No." Scott snapped. "I mean, I don't know."

"Is he the one that called the police?" Allison asked.

Scott was beginning to lose his patience as his voice rose, "I don't know!" 

A flash of hurt flitted over Allison's face before she bit her cheek, avoiding Scott's gaze. He had definitely messed up this time, because Allison seemed dumbfounded by the tone of his voice. I couldn't tell whether she was angry or hurt.

"All right, why don't we ease back on the throttle here, yeah?" Stiles grabbed Scott's shirt collar as he pulled him away from Allison, Lydia, and Jackson. He brings Scott over to where we were before whispering, "Okay, first off, throwing Derek under the bus, nicely done."

Scott shook his head, "I didn't know what to say. I had to say something." Looking around with an anxious demeanor, Scott huffed, "And if he's dead, then it doesn't matter, right?"

Scott closed his eyes as he hit himself on the head, "Oh, God. I just totally bit her head off."

I roll my eyes at the hormonal teenager, "She will forgive you," I whisper to him, knowing Allison well enough to say that she was not upset as she looked. "Everyone is scared right now; it is okay to be a bit short-tempered."

I don't feel like I need to add the part about how there was a murderous alpha outside who was witing to kill us, making Allison's little fit the least of our worries right now.

Stiles didn't mind chiming in; however, "Bigger issues at hand here, like how do we get out alive?"

I nod my head, pointing at the boy sitting next to me, "We will need to move soon."

Scott looked up at us before worriedly saying, "But we are alive," He whispered. "It could have killed us already. It's like it's cornering us or something."

I chewed on my lip, "Like prey," quickly pulling my phone out of my pocket, I researched something online, trying to make sure I was right before smirking, "Ha, wolves often corner their prey to wait for the rest of their pack to arrive."

I look up at the boys with a smile on my face, proud that I was able to figure out why we were still alive, but they seemed just as worried as before. I furrow my eyebrows before Scott stammered, "So he is waiting for me to kill you all."

Ohh

"Derek said it wants revenge," Stiles added.

Scott looked up at Stiles, "Allison's family?" It seemed to be a question directed at me more than Stiles, causing me to shrug.

"Maybe that's what the text was about," I mumble, not thinking about what I said. Before I look up to see the boys staring at me, I shrug, "What? Someone had to send it."

Jackson suddenly grabbed our attention, "Okay, assheads. New plan." He pointed to Stiles. "Stiles calls his useless dad and tells him to send someone with a gun and decent aim. Are we good with that?"

I turn to look at Stiles, waiting to see what he would do. I completely understand why he wouldn't want to call his dad. Who wants to risk the life of one they love?

"He's right." Scott looked at Stiles, pushing his friend to call the sheriff. "Tell him the truth if you have to, just call him."

I could tell that Stiles felt betrayed by Scott's comment but, even I agreed that it might be the only option. Try to scare the alpha away.

"I'm not watching my dad get eaten alive." Stiles's eyes began to line with tears as he leaned down so only Scott and I could hear him.

I walked over to Stiles, grabbing his hand on my own and giving it a light squeeze before I whispered, "You don't have to do anything, Stiles. It is up to you."

Stiles frowned before nodding his head as he moved to pull out his phone. He must have taken too long, because Jackson had stomped over to Stiles with his hand in the air, "Give me the phone!"

I felt Jackson shove me out of the way, causing me to fall onto Scott. In the blink of an eye, Stiles's fist had connected with Jackson's face right before Jackson hit the ground, quickly getting back up to glare at Stiles.

My eyes widened before I watched Allison run over to Jackson, "Jackson!" Allison cried out, gently touching his broken nose, "Are you okay? Hey, are you okay?"

Lydia watched in shock, not making a move to help her boyfriend like Allison, but walking over to me instead. Her body trembled as she pulled me into her arms, "Ariel."

Scott moves out of the way as I wrap my arms around my big sister, trying my best to calm her down. Over Lydia's shoulder, I watch Stiles call his dad.

"Dad, hey, it's me." Stiles held the phone to his ear with a small frown illustrated on his face. "And it's your voicemail. Look, I need you to call me back now. Like, right now."

Lydia jumped out of my arms as we heard a loud bang, followed by the rattling of the chains that were holding back some of the doors. Lydia quickly gripped my arm as she tried to pull me out of the way.

"We're at the school, okay. We're at the school," Stiles shouted into his phone before hanging up.

Scott was faster, however, as he instantly pulled me into his arms before running up to Stiles, waiting for instruction. I looked behind Scott as the hinges of the door flew off.

"The kitchen, the door out of the kitchen leads to the stairwell," Stiles muttered to himself, but everyone had heard as they all clambered to the kitchen. Their adrenaline takes control.

"Which only goes up," Scott added.

Allison quietly buried her face in his back, looking over her shoulder in fear, "Up is better than here!"

We all began to run up the stairs as fast as we could, Stiles quickly slamming the door, shut, leaning on it for just a moment to wipe the small bead of sweat trailing down his forehead. Stiles quickly hoisted himself off the door and began to run with the rest of us, following Jackson.

If it weren't for the scary situation, I would have alluded to the fact that we were running down the hallway like in The Breakfast Club. We were slipping as we tried to find a room to hide in, just like in the classic film. After running up and down about three hallways, we finally turned into a quiet hall. Jackson slammed himself into the third door he passed.

A loud growl slams into the hallway as we shut the door, blocking it with a chair. Stiles quickly moved away from the entrance, leaning on the chalkboard in exhaustion. We had been running for over an hour.

I ignore the shivers running down my spine as I assure myself that nothing will happen to us. Forcing myself to trust in my gut.

We all sat in the room, in silence, trying to catch our breath. Scott was panting as he set me down on one of the lab stools. I frowned, feeling guilty for making him work so hard to run and carry me in his arms.

We all held our breath when we heard a growl coming from the doors. I slowly brought my hand over my lips to stop myself from breathing too hard. After a few moments of not hearing anything, I let out a sigh.

"Jackson, how many people can fit in your car?" Scott looked over at the blonde jock.

He nodded his head, looking at everyone, "Five. Six, if someone squeezes on someone's lap."

I scoff, "Five?"

Allison looked at Jackson in disbelief, "I barely fit in the back. The only reason Ariel and I can ride together is because she is so tiny."

Stiles shook his head with a small frown on his rosy lip, "It doesn't matter. There's six of us and, there's no getting out without drawing attention."

I frowned, looking over at Allison, who was talking to Jackson about something. They seemed really close. I shook my head, Allison wouldn't do that to Lydia.

As I began to walk over to Lydia, Scott declared, "I'm getting the key."

I raise my eyebrow at him before noticing Stiles standing near the rooftop entrance. This had to be the worst plan of the night, even with Scott being a werewolf.

"Are you serious?" Allison stood in front of him, ready to shut down his plan before he could even explain what he was going to do. I could only imagine the emotional stress she was going through. I think back to the fear that struck me when Stiles ran out to grab the bolt cutters.

"Well, it's the best plan." Scott gently told her, not looking too excited to leave the classroom, "Someone has to get the key if we want to get out of here."

She shook her head, "You can't go out there, unarmed."

I watched Scott look around the room before grabbing a pointing stick that looked a little worse for wear. Scott quickly waved it around before looking at Allison expectantly.

That was when I began questioning my original belief that we all gave Scott an 'are you kidding me' look. "Well, it's better than nothing." Scott huffed, throwing the stick back down.

"There's gotta be something else," I heard Stiles murmur.

I began looking around the room for another weapon that Scott could take with him when I noticed a chemical cabinet, "There is," I grin, turning to look at my twin, who understood what I was thinking.

Lydia smirked, nodding her head to the glass shelves filled with chemicals and other mixants. "I slowly moved to the cabinet, trying to see what Lydia and I had to work with.

"What are we gonna do? Throw acid on him?" Stiles asked us, obviously frustrated.

I rolled my eyes before turning to look back at the group, "No. Like a firebomb," I sassed looking straight at Stiles, who recoiled at my statement allowing my sister to continue, "In there is everything you need to make a self-igniting Molotov cocktail."

Stiles looked at me with a dumbfounded expression, "Self-Igniting..."

"Molotov cocktail," Lydia and I said in unison, our eyes narrowing in on the boy. Lydia and I could easily make a molotov cocktail.

"What?" I said, twirling a strand of my hair in my hand with a ditzy expression. "We saw it on tv."

Stiles huffed, waving his hand at the cabinet, "We don't have a key for that either."

Jackson groaned before punching the glass, it shattered, allowing Lydia and I to quickly walk over to the shelves and get to work, grabbing the necessary supplies. Everyone moved out of our way as we began to walk back and forth around the lab prepping everything for the solution.

I begin shaking the solution in my hands as Lydia turns to Jackson, "Jackson, hand me the sulfuric acid."

I place the beaker down, adding in a few other bases before quickly placing the lid on top and stirring the solution together like I was before. I look up at Lydia to see what was taking her so long and see the sulfuric acid in front of my face. I put the beaker on the table, and she quickly adds it in before placing the lid and shaking it once before handing it back to Scott.

Scott hesitantly grabbed the mixture before looking at each of us one last time and walking to the door. Just before he opened the door, Allison ran up to stop him, "No. No, this is insane, you can't do this. You cannot go out here."

Allison began to cry as her voice wavered slightly, gripping onto Scott, who calmly held her face, "We can't just sit here waiting for Stiles' dad to check his messages."

Allison's voice so no stronger than a whisper, "You could die," she paused. "Don't you get that? He's killed, three people."

"And we're next." Scott finished, turning to open the door. "Somebody has to do something."

"Scott, just stop." Allison grabbed his arm pulling his head to face her, "Do you remember... Do you remember when you told me you knew whether I was lying or not? That I had a tell. So do you," Allison frowned, "You're a horrible liar. And you've been lying all night."

Scott turned to leave, prompting Allison to pull him into a passionate kiss. I looked away, trying to give the two their moment before I heard Allison whisper, "Just... Please. Please don't go. Please don't leave us. Please." Allison's voice was practically begging.

Scott hesitated before he sighed, pulling Allison off of him, "Lock it behind me."

I watched as Scott turned away and walked out the door, with a heartbroken Allison left behind.

I leaned against the wall next to Stiles, who had his back turned away from Allison, who hadn't stopped crying. I hesitantly grab his hand and put it in my own, pulling him closer to me.

"Are you okay," I ask Stiles, noticing he had been quieter than usual. He numbly nodded, looking outside. I looked outside and noticed the parking lot was still empty and began to put two and two together.

"Your dad won't get hurt," I tell Stiles, softly rubbing his shoulders, "Scott has all of this under control."

Stiles nods, rubbing his face, anxiously, his eyes still flickering outside. I try to think of a distraction, but he beats me to it, "Talk to me. Tell me how you knew about the molotov cocktail?"

I hesitate, not knowing if I should tell him about Lydia and I being smart, although I am sure he already had a hunch. I look down at our hands, the way his hand fits perfectly with my own before playing with one of his fingers, "I already-uh-told you," I look up to face him, looking straight in his eyes, "I saw it on tv."

Stiles sighed, "I know that isn't true," Stiles lightly laughs, softly grabbing my face, "You are one of the smartest people I know. You came up with that because you had done it before or at least read about it."

I bit my lip, "Change the subject," I whisper to him, looking at my sister, who was close enough to lean over and hear our conversation.

Stiles sighed before he nodded his head, "What do you want to do in the future?"

I opened my mouth to respond before I closed it again. I never gave much thought to my future. I guess because nobody ever considered, I'd have many choices. Most people just assume I would go into something simple like modeling or marry rich.

"I don't know," I honestly say, looking up at Stiles.

Stiles furrowed his eyebrows at me and looked like he was going to ask me what I meant but, Allison's cries interested our conversation, "I don't get why he's out there, why he left us. And I can't... I can't stop my hands from shaking."

"It's okay." Jackson grabbed her trembling hands in his own, causing Lydia to look at him with a betrayed expression. "It's okay, it's gonna be okay."

Allison smiled through her tears, looking up at Jackson gratefully. While Lydia just stood beside them speechless.

After a few minutes of them staying in that position, Lydia spoke up, "Jackson, you handed me the sulfuric acid, right?"

I look over to the table to see the sulfuric acid in the same place it was when we started the molotov cocktail. Meaning that whatever I put in that beaker was not sulfuric acid. I look up at Jackson with a cautionary glance, "It has to be sulfuric acid. It won't ignite if it's not."

Jackson huffed at Lydia before spitting, "I gave you exactly what you asked for, didn't I?"

Lydia's strong demeanor faded a bit as she shakily nodded her head. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm sure you did."

I watched my older sister slowly walk away from her boyfriend and stand near me, not saying a word.

I scoff before looking over at Jackson, "He isn't worth it."

Lydia shoots me a glare before hissing, "And Stiles Stilinski is?" I am taken aback by the cruel tone of her voice as she leans towards me so nobody else can hear, "I told you to stay away from him, Ariel. He will only bring you down, yet here we are," she looks at me pointedly, "You haven't left his side all night."

"Lydia," I utter, shocked by her outburst before I look up, trying to stop my tears from flowing. I didn't mean to upset her. "Nothing is going on between the two of us."

I shake my head, "That is the truth," I softly answer.

"Then you are dumber than I thought," Lydia scoffs before looking over at Stiles, who was sending me worried glances. I quickly put on a fake smile, trying to assure him I was okay as Lydia muttered, "He obviously is in love with you."

I choke as I look at my sister in disbelief, "Love? I have only known him for three weeks."

Lydia's red lips curled into a frown as she looked at Stiles, "Ariel, he has liked you since middle school," she told me, causing my heart to flutter. There was no way...

"And I kept him away from you like I am going to do now," Lydia said turning to face me, with a malicious smile on her lips, "But don't be fooled sister, the way he looks at you, is the way any girl would wish to be looked at. So much love."

Lydia begins to walk away, "Lydia," I call causing her to turn to look at me, "How does he look at me," I ask her, my voice lighter than a whisper.

Lydia sighs, before giving me one of her rare genuine smiles, "Like he would move mountains to make you happy."

I small smile, creeps its way onto my face as I reflect on Lydia's words. Move mountains. I look up to see the boy who has been messing with my feelings, staring right at me. I lightly wave at him, causing him to smile at me before mouthing an, 'are you okay?'

I nod my head before I grip onto the table, feeling a growl tremor through me, causing the glasses on the shelves to shake. My eyes widen as Jackson falls to the ground, gripping his neck in agony.

His screams fill the room as Allison drops to the ground to help him up, but he remains on the ground, arching his back as he cries out in pain. Lydia watched in horror as her boyfriend squirmed on the floor, beads of sweat rolling down his face.

Once he stopped screaming, Jackson closed his eyes, panting for breath. We were all speechless, watching as Allison helped Jackson up. He gripped the back of his neck, wincing in pain, but not saying anything about what just happened

I frown, seeing Jackson wince for the fourth time, "Are you okay?"

"Seriously, I'm okay."

"That didn't sound okay, Jackson," Allison sassed.

"What's on the back of your neck?" Stiles asked, reaching to get a better look at a cute on the back of his neck. It looked like claw marks.

"He won't tell me," Lydia added, looking at Jackson, who didn't even acknowledge her.

"As if you actually cared!" Jackson spat, causing Lydia to stop speaking. She looked hurt but didn't say another word as she turned to look out the windows.

I huff, not about to let Jackson think he could just treat my sister like trash and get away with it, "Jackson, just stop."

Jackson quickly walked over to me, jabbing his finger at me, "Why don't you just shut up, okay, because nobody gives a fuck about you."

I stumble back, taking in what he had told me. Nobody cares about me. My parent's surely don't, they just want me as a trophy to prove that they have the perfect child. Lydia only hangs out with me to keep up the lie that we are twins. Allison hasn't even spoken to me today.

I look over at Stiles, tears lining my eyes before I shake my head and look at Jackson, speechless.

"I swear to god if you say one more word," Stiles threatened walking up to Jackson.

Lydia pushed Stiles back as he walked up to Jackson, ready for a round two, "Stop."

Stiles scoffed, "I'm not going to stop, did you hear what he just said to Ariel. He is lucky that I am not go-"

"Stop," Lydia shrieked before raising her hand up, "Do you hear that?"

We all stop talking as we try to listen for whatever noise Lydia was talking about. I heard the faint noise of a siren wailing. It slowly grew louder and louder until the shrieking noise was right next to us.

We all ran to the window, looking at the police cars pulling up to the school.

We are safe.