Charlie McCall (Season 1)

"Night School"

All credits of the story go to Jeff Davis and the production team for Teen Wolf. I do not own the series, or any of the characters. The only characters I own are Charlie, and the ones that don't appear in the television series.

Warnings: Mentions of violence, profanities, sex, alcohol, drugs, etc. For mature audiences only.

"What the fuck do we do?" I whisper shouted.

Scott, Stiles and I stood inside one of the school's entrances, huddled by the doors for protection from the alpha. Not even a couple seconds ago, Derek Hale had been lifted into the air as blood spurted from his mouth.

The whole situation seemed unreal to me. The thought of Derek being dead was inconceivable. Never in my life had I seen anyone die in front of me,   and looking back on it now, nothing could have prepared me for the utter revulsion that it was. The way his eyes shot open in fear, the way his legs and arms wiggled around helplessly, and the way dark blood oozed from his mouth was ingrained in my memory. It's like I could see it happening over and over again, right in front of my eyes as time moved on.

Through all the panic and horror, one thought was crystal clear in my mind. Derek Hale was dead and we were next.

"Lock it! Lock it!" Scott hissed as he and Stiles hugged their bodies against the door, attempting to block the entrance (like that would work).

Stiles angrily spat back, "Does it look like I have a key?"

"Grab something!" Scott cried out, voice straining with panic.

"What?" Stiles replied with annoyance.

"Anything!" Scott answered back, nearly spitting in Stiles's face.

"Scott!" I shouted, interrupted their futile argument. "There's nothing around us! All of our things are outside." I could feel my heart pounding in my chest while I struggled to control my breathing.

After I spoke, Stiles's body instantly stilled, the boy seeming deep in thought. Before I could ask what he was thinking, he stood up, peeking outside the little window into the parking lot. His head swerved from side to side in search of something.

Scott, noticing his focused behavior, stood up, and also peered through the window. "What?"

Joining the other two, I nudged Scott aside a little to the left, craning my head to see what they were looking at. Was it the Alpha? Derek's body? A magical deadbolt that appeared out of thin air?

Once I managed to fully look outside, my eyes instantly landed on a wrench that was situated on the cement ground. Was that what got Stiles so focused? What did he plan to do with it, anyway? Throw it at the Alpha?

"No!" Scott breathed out all panicky.

"Yes."

My heart lurched, and I realized Stiles was actually going to go grab the useless thing. This is some self-sacrificing bullshit that Batman would follow through with, not Robin!

Widening my eyes in fear, I reached out, grabbing his arm to prevent him from going through with the absolutely stupid idea. "Stiles!"

"Stiles, no, don't!" Scott said, also reaching for the idiotic boy, but Stiles moved out of the way, somehow slipping out of my grasp.

"Stiles, please don-" I pleaded, but his body was already out the door.

Not being able to stop him without making an extensive amount of noise, Scott and I both instantly quieted, praying that the silence would keep the alpha away. With my mouth clamped shut, and my hands gripping the door handle, I watched his stealthy movements towards the wrench. I wanted to survey the scene so make sure the alpha wasn't approaching, but I couldn't bring myself to tear my eyes away from Stiles. What if this was the last time I ever saw him?