You Can't Beat Me. ~A Vampire Dairies And Teen Wolf Crossover Lovestory~

63. Planning the plan

"OK, guys?"
"No, but you shou-"
'GUYS!" They looked at me
"Don't fight over this, OK? It's not worth it. Just try to get some tickets. If you try after practice, I'll try during my free period."
"Fine." They both huffed and they were of to practice.
"And try to smile a bit!" I scream after them.
"Yeah, yeah" I hear them say and they disappear. I sight and walk to the cafeteria. I walk up to people I don't even know and ask them for tickets. But of course, no one has one. I sight and sink in my seat. This is just great
"Hey, Cass." I look up and see Boyd. I smile
"Hey, Boyd. How are you?"
"I'm fine. Are you?"
"Derek told you to ask me didn't he?"
"No, no. Not at all."
"I'm fine. Thanks. Are you?"
"Never been better."
"You could be better if you weren't in all of this."
"I doubt it."
"You shouldn't. You were better of without Derek. With all this supernatural stuff."
"What about you? You're in this as well."
"It's too late for me to walk away. My life was ruined years ago."
"What do you mean."
"I - I lost my family to this."
"I'm sorry. I didn't knew."
"There aren't a lot of people who know. So, please, can you keep this to yourself?" Boyd nodded and I stood up
"Thanks, but I have to go. I have to go find some tickets for that rave." Boyd nodded again and I walked away. Talking to people in the halls. I see Allison stand not too far away from me and she has a weird looking smile on her face. I walk over to her
"Something wrong?"
"Something with my dad. Can you tell Scott to meet me?"
"Sure.Where? I'll tell him to meet you there." She nods toward the classroom on the other side of the hall
"OK, I'll tell him. Did anything happen to you, Allison?"
"No, no. I'm fine. Just tell him I'll be waiting."
"I will."
"Thanks, Cass."
"You're welcome." I smile and I walk away. I don't talk to anyone anymore. I just walk straight over to his locker.
"Allison wants to see you."
"Sure where?"
"Your usual secret classroom. She's waiting there right now." Scott walks straight away
"Scott?" He turns around.
"Don't forget to be sneaky." Hes attitude changes and he's acting like nothing happened
"You're right. Bye."
"Bye." I saw Stiles standing at his locker and walked up to him
"I hope you've had more luck than I had with the tickets."
"Yeah, we did. Isaac - uhm - helped us."
"Isaac helped? That doesn't really sound that great. Nobody got hurt, right?"
"Not seriously injured."
"What?! What did he do?"
"He hit the kid, but he's fine and we have our tickets now. Guess that's some good news." I sighed
"Yeah, some. -Ugh- Great. So, what are we gonna do now?"
"Deaton called Scott right after Isaac took the tickets. We have to meet him right after school."
"OK, I hope this plan is going to work."
"So do I."

"Ketamine?" Scott asks when Deaton lays down a needle and a dose of Ketamine.
"It's the same stuff we use on the dogs, just a higher dosage." Scott takes the dose of the table
"If you can get close enough to Jackson, it should slow him down enough to buy you some time. This is some of what you'll use to create the barrier. This part is for you, Stiles. Only you."
"Uh, that sounds like a lot of pressure. Can we maybe find a slightly less pressure - filled task for me?" Scott and I look at him with a 'AreYouSerious'-look
"It's from the Mountain ash tree, which is believed by many cultures to protect against the supernatural. This office is lined with ashwood, making it difficult for someone like Scott to cause me any trouble." Deaton smiles a friendly smile at Scott. 
"OK, so then what? I just spread this around the whole building and then either Jackson or whoever's controlling him can't cross it?"
"They'll be trapped." I say, getting the point of using mountain ash
"Doesn't sound too hard."
" Not all there is. Think of it like gunpowder. It's just powder until a spark ignites it. You need to be that spark, Stiles."
"If you mean light myself on fire, I don't think I'm up for that."
"Let me try a different analogy. I used to golf. I learned that the best golfers never swing before first imagining where they want the ball to go. They see it in their mind and their mind takes over. It can be pretty extraordinary what the force of your own will can accomplish."
"Force of will." Stiles mumbles to himself
"If - if this is going to work, Stiles, you have to believe it."
"Mm - hmm."
"And what should I do?" I ask and my eyes lock with Deaton's
"Depends on what you think you can do."
"I don't know what you mean."
"You'll have to expand your look at the world."
"I think my look is large enough. I've seen enough of it."
"Then I think you'll do exactly the same as you've already done before." I look at him still wondering what he means when the bell goes gesturing there's a costumer.
"You need to go." Scott nods
"You can use the backdoor." We walk to the backdoor and Scott tries to open the door, without any luck
"I guess Stiles has to open it, Scott."
"What? Why?"
"Like he said. It keeps the supernatural out, but in as well."
"Oh, right." Scott takes a step aside and Stiles opens the door. We walk toward the parking lot
"What are they doing here?" I follow Scott gaze and see Isaac and Erica sitting on a bench, but out of their hearing area. Their not hear to overhear the conversation.
"I don't know."
"They're probably just trying to overhear." Stiles says, trying to sound smart
"No, they're too far away."
"So, why are they here then?"
"I don't know, but I'm going to find out." I say and I confidently walk over

(A/N) Hey, sorry for the weird title, I'm not good at that :o