Alex and Stiles entered the cafeteria the next day, after the event at the rink, hastily, passing Allison before reaching Scott.
"Scott... Do you see that?" Stiles asked the teen wolf pointing at an empty table.
"What, it's an empty table." Scott shrugged.
"Yeah, but whose empty table?" Alex commented.
"Boyd." Scott said in realisation.
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"I'm gonna go to the ice rink and see if he's there." Scott told the duo as they walked through the halls. "And if he's not at home, you call me, got it?"
"What?" Alex asked Stiles when he looked like he was hesitating.
"Maybe we should let him." Stiles sighed and the two looked at him in confusion. "Boyd, you know? You said Derek's giving them a choice, right?"
"We can't." Scott said and pulled Stiles forward.
"You got to admit, Erica looks pretty good." Stiles stated. "You know, the word 'sensational' comes to mind."
"How good do you think she's gonna look with a wolfsbane bullet in her head?" Alex asked.
"All right, all I'm saying is maybe this one isn't totally your responsibility." Stiles told Scott.
"They all are." Scott said. "And you know this thing's gonna get out of control. That makes me responsible."
"All right, I'm with you." Stiles gave in. "And I also got to say this newfound heroism is making me very attracted to you."
"Shut up." Scott exclaimed.
"No, seriously. Do you want to just try making out for a sec?" Stiles asked him and Scott pushed him forward as Alex laughed. "Just to see how it feels."
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Stiles pulled up really quickly at Boyd's house. He and Alex ran outside and up to the house.
Stiles frantically shook the door.
"Hey, Boyd?" He called out and they both knocked on the door.
Stiles then knocked on the window and tried to look inside.
"Hey, Boyd? It's Stiles and Alex." Stiles called out again before he turned and exclaimed. "Oh wow."
Alex turned to see Erica standing in front of her. Erica chuckled at Stiles' reaction.
"What are you doing here, Stiles?" Erica asked the teenage boy with a smile not even acknowledging Alex.
"Uh... Nothing, we were just looking for, um..." Stiles tried finding his words.
"Boyd?" Erica asked, not even paying attention to the girl standing next to them.
"Yeah. Yes. Boyd." Stiles said.
"You know what you're doing right now that's kind of funny?" Erica asked and Stiles shook his head. "You're only looking in my eyes."
"That's funny?" Stiles asked, looking a bit uncomfortable.
"Well yeah." Erica said. Alex stood there rolling her eyes. "Because it's that kind of look where you're trying not to look anywhere other than my eyes, but you want to, don't you? You want a nice, long, hard look."
Alex groaned and rolled her eyes again.
"Oh, Alexandra. I didn't even notice you were here." Erica said.
"Yeah, you didn't have to." She told the tall blonde as she said her full name. "I'm gonna wait in the jeep."
Alex said to Stiles who looked at her like she was crazy for leaving him but she only gave him a look in return before leaving to go to the jeep.
Alex decided to turn on some music so she wouldn't hear what they were saying.
"Oh, so it's just my eyes?" Erica asked Stiles once Alex had left.
"Yes. You have beautiful eyes." Stiles said still looking straight into her eyes making sure he didn't look down.
"I have beautiful everything." Erica told him.
"And a newfound self-confidence." Stiles stated. "Congratulations, Erica. I should get going."
He told her glancing at the jeep before trying to walk past her but she stopped him.
"You're not going anywhere." She ordered him.
"Why not?" He whispered now cringing before she held up a car part.
"You're having car trouble." She told him sweetly before punching him with the part knocking him out.
Alex had been watching them and when she saw this she gasped and got out of the car.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" She yelled at Erica hurrying over to Stiles but before she could reach him Erica stopped her.
"There's nothing wrong with me, you're the one there's something wrong with, you have a concussion." Erica talked to her like she was a baby.
"What? What do you me-" she didn't get to finish before Erica knocked her out as well.
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Stiles and Alex woke up in a dumpster very confused about where they were.
Stiles opened up the lid and they both stood up.
"Bitch." Stiles groaned, talking about Erica before they both got out.
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"Hey." Stiles called out to the mechanic. "Hey! Wha- the what do you think you're doing? All I needed was a starter."
Stiles was now under his jeep along with the mechanic that was fixing the jeep after Erica had taken out a part and knocked him and the girl he loved out.
"Yeah, but it looks like your whole exhaust system needs to be replaced too." The mechanic told him.
"Why do I get the feeling you're slightly overestimating the damage?" Stiles questioned.
"It's probably gonna run you around, like, 1,200, parts and labour." The mechanic said.
"Are you kidding?" Stiles questioned him. "This thing doesn't even have a catalytic converter. And yes I know what a catalytic converter is."
"You know what a limited slip differential is?" The guy asked the teenager.
"Uh..." Stiles muttered. "No."
"Yeah, could run you more like 1,500." The guy said.
"Okay, just finish." Stiles sighed before stepping out from underneath the car. "I'll be back here, seething with impotent rage."
He added the last part quietly before touching the door handle only to be met by some sticky liquid.
"Oh..." Stiles groaned. "Nice. That's real sanitary. Quality establishment you're running here."
He said as he opened the door and exited the mechanic room brushing the liquid off on his jacket.
He saw a picture on the wall of the mechanic in a beacon hills lacrosse uniform and scoffed.
"Figures." He said before pulling out his phone trying to text someone only to find that his fingers weren't working.
"What the.." He mumbled before dropping his phone which clattered on the floor, feeling his hands go numb.
He looked up through the window and saw a scaled hand with claws touch his car.
"Oh!" Stiles breathed heavily. The body that belonged to the hand became visible now. It looked like a human lizard. "Hey."
Stiles tried to get the attention of the mechanic.
"Hey!" He called out louder this time right before the lizard sliced the back of the guy's neck.
He turned around grabbing his neck to the sight of the lizard disappearing before falling to the floor.
"Hey, hey, hey!" Stiles said quickly and started to move to go help him only to find himself incapable of doing so and falling to the floor grunting and crawling his way over to his phone.
Suddenly the cutting machine started moving downwards slowly toward the mechanic who was laying on the floor.
Stiles was struggling to dial 9-1-1 on his phone as the machine moved closer and closer to the mechanic who was whimpering and calling for help.
Stiles wasn't able to dial it before the mechanic had been cut and he shut his eyes closed so he wouldn't see.
However once the machine had stopped he opened his eyes and saw the face of the lizard man growling at him and he had now dialed the number.
"9-1-1, what's your emergency?"