Written In The Stars{Derek Hale/Book 1}

Chapter 7-Night School

"Derek's not dead. He can't be dead." Scott protesest, and Laken's heart started to thump against her chest faster.

"Blood, spurting out of his mouth ok? That doesn't exactly qualify as a minor injury. He's dead, and all three of us, are next."

"Okay just, what do we do?" Scott stuttered out.

"We find a way to get the hell out of here." Laken spoke.

"We get to my jeep, and we get out of here. You seriously think about quitting your job, good?"

Scott nodded his head and rushed over to the windows, and tugged on the botton of it, trying to get it to open.

Laken rolled her eyes and tugged out his wrist, "It doesn't open. The school's climate controlled."

"We break it." Scott told her.

"Which will make a lot of noise." Stiles commented.

"T-then we run fast. Really fast."

Laken furrowed her eyebrows as she looked out the window to her brothers jeep, "Stiles, what's wrong with the hood of your jeep?"

"What do you mean? Nothing's wrong."

"It's bent." He leaned over Scott's shoulder.

"Dented?"

"I mean bent." She turned on the flashlight.

"What the hell happened-"

A loud crash erupted through the room and window shattered into millions of tiny shards as a large object flew into the window. Scott acted out if inpulse and grabbed Laken, shielding her head from any of the glass.

The three of them looked at the object that was thrown in threw the window, seeing that it was the battery to Stiles' jeep.

"That's my battery." Stiles jumped up, Scott following him and pushed him back into a sitting position, "We have to move."

"He could be outside." Scott whisper-shouted.

"He is outside!" Laken exclaimed, quitly.

"Just let me take a look." Scott slowley peeked his head up to just barely look out the window, to the parking lot, "I don't know."

"Move now?" Stiles asked.

"Move now." Scott confirmed and they moved into the hallway, shining the flashlight out into the darkness. "This way."

"No, no, no." Stiles stopped him, "Somewhere without windows."

"Every single room in this building has windows."

"Well somewhere with less windows."

Scott looked around a few minutes as Stiles shoone the flashlight around the darkened hallway, "The locker room."

The three of them turned on the balls of their feet and walked down the dark hallway and to the locker room.

"Call your dad." Scott told the twins once the door to the locker room was shut.