Willow ↠ Teen Wolf

[14]

"Lock it! Lock it!" Scott yelled as they put all their weights against the doors.

"Do I look like I have a key?" Stiles yelled back as he panted.

"Grab something!" Scott yelled and Willow looked around but the hallway was empty.

"What?"

"Anything!" Scott yelled as Stiles got up and looked out the small window.

"No." Scott realized what he was looking at.

"Yes." Stiles nodded and made a move to open the door.

"Stiles, no." Willow argued pushing on the door but Stiles moved her aside and opened the door.

"Stiles, no. Don't!" Scott called after him but Stiles rushed outside, closing the door behind him.

"Scott!" Willow's eyes widened as she continuously slapped his shoulder.

"Come back! Come back!" Scott hit the windows, trying to gain Stiles' attention while Willow's eyes were fixated on the Alpha, who was creeping out behind Stiles' jeep.

"That was close." Stiles sighed after he ran in with the cable cutters in hand.

"Too close and useless. That is not gonna hold the Alpha." Willow gestured at the cutters which didn't even look like it could hold the door close for a regular human let alone a werewolf.

"Where is it? Where'd it go?" Scott asked as Stiles flashed his flashlight outside.

"Stop that." Willow hissed as she put a hand on Stiles arm and lowered it down. A loud howl made them jump and run away to the nearest classroom.

"The desk." Stiles grabbed one edge and Scott did the other.

"Stop, stop. It won't hold." Willow held the middle and stopped them.

"I know." Scott lowered his head in defeat.

"It's your boss." Stiles said out of nowhere.

"It's not him." Willow argued, defending Deaton as Scott asked in confusion.

"What?"

"Deaton, the Alpha? Your boss." Stiles replied nodding.

"No." Scott was on Willow's side.

"Yes, murdering psycho werewolf." He exclaimed raising his voice.

"That can't be." Scott shook his head, not believing Deaton was capable of doing such horrendous things.

"Because he isn't Scotty." Willow gave him a sympathetic smile.

"Oh, come on!" Stiles hit his hand on the desk. "He disappears and that thing shows up 10 seconds later to toss Derek 20 feet through the air? That's not convenient timing?"

"I untied him. He's not the Alpha." Willow confessed but Stiles wasn't paying attention to her.

"It's not him." Scott thankfully backed her up.

"He killed Derek."

"No, Derek's not dead. He can't be dead." Scott stammered as Willow nodded to back him up.

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

"Okay, just... What do we do?" Scott asked sounding as helpless as Willow was feeling.

"We get to my jeep, we get out of here, you seriously think about quitting your job, good?" Stiles replied as Scott walked towards the windows, trying to open them. "No, they don't open. The school's climate controlled."