**Disclaimer** Yeah I still don't own Teen Wolf, most likely never will, but I still have to include this because copyright will destroy me
"Why are you here? What are you doing here?" Scott asked Allison the moment we met up in the lobby.
My eyes couldn't help but fall onto Stiles, and his did the same. He strode towards me without hesitation and grasped me in his tight embrace. The hug was brief, as we had more important matters to attend to. We just had to celebrate in the fact that we were both still alive, even with a murderous werewolf roaming the halls.
"Because you asked me to," said Allison. Stiles let go of me and we turned to their conversation.
"I asked you to?" Scott questioned. A worried expression cast across his face, laced with hints of confusion and desperation. He would never have requested for Allison to walk in on something like this. He cares far too much about her safety; we all know that.
Allison pulled out her phone and scrolled until she found the text. Sure enough, it said that it was from Scott. It couldn't possibly have been though, he doesn't even have his phone. Derek broke it during one of his and Eric's little "training" sessions for Scott.
"Why do I get the feeling you didn't send this message...?" said Allison. A look of fear crossed her face and the pounding of her heart in my ear was so loud I thought my head would explode.
"Because I didn't," answered Scott.
"Did you drive here?" Stiles asked quickly.
"Jackson did," said Allison.
"Jackson's here?" said Scott.
"And Lydia," added Allison. "What's going on? Who sent this text?"
Her phone began ringing. Scott and Stiles looked at me for help, as if I knew what to do. Just because I read books and know facts doesn't mean have have the best field experience. That was always the Hale's job. My family just collected the research.
"Where are you?" Allison asked to whoever was on the other end of the phone.
At that same moment the doors burst open behind us. I jumped slightly at the surprise. Lydia and Jackson strode into the lobby, Lydia stuffing her phone back into her bag.
"Finally," said Lydia. "Can we go now?"
Allison nodded, looking at Scott. A pounding on the ceiling above us caused all six of us to look up. I latched onto Stiles' arm by reaction, but he didn't object. I could hear the beating on the tiles circling and saw out of the corner of my eyes that Scott and Allison had laced hands.
"Run," ordered Scott.
We all took off up a set of stairs and I could hear the crash behind us. The Alpha had fallen through the ceiling and, with no doubt in my mind, was now hot on our trail. I had no idea how we were going to get out of here alive and without Lydia, Jackson, and Allison finding out about all of the supernatural creatures that take residence in not only Beacon Hills, but all over the world.
We sprinted to a set of double doors with an exit sign over them, the ones that lead into the cafeteria. I dared to look back and saw The Alpha growing and running close behind us on all fours. I tried to blink the memories of that night out of my mind. Ice blue eyes replaced the fiery red ones.
Stiles was the first to push through the doors. Scott locked them behind us. He and Jackson began moving one of the mobile freezers in front of the doors to barricade them from The Alpha.
"Scott, wait, not here," said Stiles, though I think I was the only one that heard him.
"What was that?" asked Allison. "Scott, what was that?"
"What fell through the ceiling?" asked a frantic Lydia.
"Just, just help me. Move that stack of chairs!" said Scott.
I moved to assist them, but Stiles held his arm out to stop me. "Guys," he said. The four of them continued to move tables and stack the lunch chairs in front of the doors. I highly doubted that it would manage to keep The Alpha out. "Guys, if you would just wait a second...listen to me. Guys, can we wait a second?"
I looked at him in confusion and felt silly as I stood around as they all worked to secure the doors. He seemed annoyed at their ignorance. I wanted to help him get their attention, but if they wouldn't listen to him, they sure as hell wouldn't listen to me.
"Hello!" He shouted, finally getting them all to stop and face him. "Okay, nice work. Really beautiful job everyone. Now, what should we do about the twenty-foot wall of windows?"
He motioned to our left where the entire wall consisted of windows, exposing us. I felt stupid for not realizing it sooner, but thankful that Stiles had. At least one of us was sane enough at the moment to be aware of our surroundings.
Their faces all fell as they realized what they had just done. Now I wished I would have said something earlier to get their attention. Maybe if I had helped to stop them sooner they wouldn't all feel so foolish and I wouldn't feel so bad.
"Can someone please explain to me what is going on, because I am freaking out here," begged Allison, turning to Scott. "And I would really like to know why. Scott?"
Scott ran over to a pair of chairs and leaned over them, thinking everything through in his mind. I knew he wanted to tell Allison the whole truth, but at the same time he knew that wasn't possible. As easy as it may seem to tell your girlfriend you're a werewolf, getting her to accept it is an issue entirely in itself.
Lydia, Jackson, and Allison all gaped at Scott for an answer. I wanted to help him, just make something up so that he wouldn't be burdened with the choice. Instead, I stood frozen, praying that he would make the right decision.
"Somebody killed the janitor," said Stiles. I looked up at him in amazement and thankfulness for saying those words, even if they did sting.
"What?" said Lydia, her voice high and frail.
Stiles continued taking small steps towards the three. "Yeah, the janitor's dead."
"What - what is he talking about?" said Allison. She gave an uncomfortable laugh in hopes that what Stiles had just said was some kind of joke. If only it was.
"Who killed him?" asked Jackson, his voice demanding.
I stood away from everyone, holding my arms to my chest. I wished they would all stop looking at Scott. I can tell it's beginning to make him nervous and pressured.
"No, no, no...this is supposed to be over, the mountain lion - "
Jackson broke Lydia off. "Don't you get it? There wasn't a mountain lion."
"Who was it?" Allison demanded. "What does he want? What's happening...?"
She shouted Scott's name, finally getting him to turn around and face us. I began fiddling with my necklace, twisting it around in my finger tips. I prayed to whoever would listen for everything to be okay. I prayed for them all to make it out of here alive, even if it means that I don't. It wouldn't make a different anyways, me being gone. Derek's dead, too. Everyone would eventually move on and forget I ever existed. I would be nothing more than an empty desk in a classroom. I can live with that.
Maybe I'd get to see Mom and Zoe again. I could just sacrifice myself to The Alpha, let him finish what he started. Then he could leave the rest of them alone and they can all get on with their lives. Stiles can continue his quest for Lydia's affection and Scott can keep Allison without all the baggage.
"I - I don't know," said Scott. He was nervous. "I just - if we go out there he's gonna kill us."
"Us? He's gonna kill us?" asked Lydia.
No, just me. If I go out there he'll just kill me and this whole thing can be over with. I tried to hush the silent battle raging on within my mind.
"Who? Who is it?" asked Allison, this time looking from Stiles to I for an answer.
We glanced from one another to Scott, neither knowing what to say or do. They needed to be told something, but what? What kind of excuse can you make up for a homicidal werewolf that is listening to your every move as we speak?
"It's Derek," said Scott. My eyes widened. "It's Derek Hale."
"Derek killed the janitor?" said Jackson with disbelief.
"Are you sure?" asked Allison. She looked on the verge of tears.
"Yes, I saw him. Derek killed them," said Scott.
"All of them?" said Allison.
"Yes, starting with his own sister."
I chewed the inside of my lip, a million emotions flooding through me. I know that Scott is only doing this to protect us, but I don't think he realizes the bomb he's just set off. If Derek is still alive, which I know he just has to be, he will be wanted by the police in every county for two-hundred miles.
"It's been Derek the whole time," said Scott, out of breath. "He's in here with us, and if we don't get out now...he's going to kill us too."
I dug my nails into the skin of my arm. I lowered my head. I couldn't look at anybody right now, not even Stiles. I have too many thoughts going through my head, ones that I really wish would leave.
"Call the cops." Jackson ordered.
"No," said Stiles.
"What do you mean, no?"
"I mean no. Do you want to hear it in Spanish? Noh," retorted Stiles. Even in his anger he can find a way to be sarcastic. Stiles looked over at Scott. "Look, Derek killed three people, okay? We don't know what he's armed with."
"Your dad is armed with an entire sheriff's department, call him!" said Jackson.
His anger towards Stiles made me want to yell back. I knew why Stiles didn't want to call his dad, it was obvious to me. It's the same reason I'm afraid to call Eric for help. I just can't lose anyone else, and neither can Stiles.
"I'm calling," said Lydia, pulling out her phone.
"No, Lydia would you just hold on - "
Jackson pushed Stiles back from Lydia with force, causing both Scott and I to rush to his side. Scott grabbed his arm in an attempt to calm him down. Meanwhile, Lydia was on the phone with someone from the police department. She informed them that we were at the high school and that we were trapped. Her voice then trailed off.
"She hung up on me," she said, pulling the phone away from her ear.
"The police hung up on you?" questioned Allison.
"She said they got a tip that there would be prank calls about a break in to the high school. She said that if I called again they were gonna trace it and have me arrested," said Lydia.
"Okay, then call again!" said Allison.
"No, they won't trace a cell. They'll send a car to your house before they send anyone here," said Stiles.
"What - What is this? Why does Derek want to kill us? Why does Derek want to kill anyone?" asked Allison, her voice frantic.
The only person that Derek wants to kill is possibly Scott after he finds out that he threw him under the bus by framing him for murders we all know he didn't commit. That is, if he's even alive. He has to be alive, he has to have healed. He has to.
I hid myself behind Stiles as everyone stared at Scott. I couldn't take this any longer. I wanted to disappear. I wanted to go back to when I was little and werewolves were my friends, people I sat at the same dinner table with, back when everything was easy, when Mom and Zoe were still alive.
"Why is everyone looking at me?" said Scott.
"Is he the one who sent the text?" asked Lydia.
"I don't know!"
"His he the one that called the police?" asked Allison.
"I don't know!" shouted Scott.
Allison turned away and shrunk back into herself. I knew Scott didn't mean to yell at her, he's just scared. We're all scared.
"Why don't we ease back on the throttle here, yeah?" said Stiles, intervening and excusing Scott from the group. I followed them off to the side to include myself in their hushed conversation. "Okay, first off, throwing Derek under the bus? Nicely done."
I couldn't help but agree.
"I - I didn't know what else to say," said Scott. "I had to say something, and if he's dead then it doesn't matter, right?"
"Except if he's not," I said. My voice was louder than I expected, considering I'd hardly said a word all night.
"Look we've just gotta focus on the bigger task at hand here, like getting out alive." said Stiles. I peeked over his shoulder to see Lydia, Jackson, and Allison all staring at us with keen eyes.
"But we are alive! It could've killed us by now. It's like it's cornering us or something," said Scott.
"So what, it wants to eat us all at the same time?" said Stiles.
"No, Derek said it wants revenge."
"Not with anyone in here," I said, piping in once again. Unless it's after me, but it's had plenty of chances. If The Alpha really wants me dead, I'd be six feet under by now.
"What about Allison? Her family is werewolf hunters, remember?" said Stiles. "Maybe that's what the text was about,"
"Okay assheads," said Jackson, breaking up our conversation. "New plan, Stiles calls his dad and tells him to send someone with a gun and decent aim. Are we good with that?"
Stiles shook his head. No one else in this room could understand what it's like to lose a parent and never be able to have them back again. No one except me. I couldn't bear to lose my father too and I know that neither can Stiles. His dad is all he's got left.
"He's right," said Scott. I stared at him in disbelief. "Tell him the truth if you have to just - just call him."
"I'm not watching my dad get eaten alive," said Stiles.
He turned away and Jackson nearly jumped on him, demanding the phone. To my surprise, Jackson was pushed away by a forceful punch to the mouth from Stiles. He shook his hand out, but I know that punching Jackson is like punching a pillow compared to Derek.
Allison ran to comfort Jackson and glared at Stiles. After a moment, Stiles dug into his pocket and pulled out his phone.
"No, you don't have to do this." I whispered to him. "I'll call Eric,"
The offer escaped my lips before I had time to think about what I was doing. Yet, I didn't exactly regret it. Eric has a better fighting chance against The Alpha than the sheriff. I know how much Stiles' dad means to him, if it means giving up my brother for his own sanity, I had to do it.
I pulled out my own phone, ready to find Eric in my call history, but Stiles pushed it away. "No, you saw what that thing did to Derek. Maybe if it hears all the sirens it will bail."
"But your dad - "
"Has an entire sheriff's department, like Jackson said."
I bit my lip and slipped my phone back into my jean pocket. I watched as Stiles pressed his phone to his ear and listened to the rings on the other end. I closed my eyes and clung to my necklace again. Doing so has become somewhat of a nervous habit as of late.
"Hey Dad...and it's your voice mail. Look I need you to call me back, now. Like right now."
A sudden pounding on the door caused me to jump and curl myself close to Stiles. Lydia and Allison gave small screams, huddling together with Jackson. I hated him at the moment. It was his fault for getting Stiles' dad involved and if he gets hurt, it's his fault.
"We're at the school, Dad, we're at the school." Stiles hung up his phone as we all stared at the doors that we being beaten in.
Allison hid into Scott and Lydia into Jackson. I simply stood behind Stiles, ready to pull him by the jacket if that thing comes bursting through here. I wanted to have him hold me like he had earlier, but I had to remind myself that my little crush should be the least of my worries at the moment.
The bolts on the door hinges began popping out. The Alpha has enough strength and enough drive to beat through the barricade with ease. I didn't want to imagine the force it can have on human bones and flesh.
"The door to the kitchen, it leads to the stairwell," said Stiles.
"Which only goes up," said Scott.
"Up is better than here," said Stiles.
He grabbed me by the arm as we followed the two couples to the door as Stiles had suggested. I glanced over my shoulder to see the monster push through the doors. I froze as it made eye contact with me.
"Come on!" Stiles drug me away from the doorway and up the stairs with the others. I felt entirely numb. All I could see were those eyes.
We found the hallway and began searching for unlocked doors. Lydia managed to open one and we rushed inside the chemistry lab. Scott shut the door behind us, locking it and placing a stool against the handle for good measure. Though, I know that won't be able to keep The Alpha out.
We all stood in a silent fear. I felt a warmth wrap around my shaking hand and realized that it was Stiles'. I swallowed the lump in my throat and tried to forget those red eyes that bore into mine as if it knew me, as if it wanted something from me. I know I never will be able to, though. We always remember the things that make us feel the worst.
I could hear it moving outside the door. I had to slap my hand over my mouth to stifle the sound of my heavy breathing. A shadow passed by the small window in the door. I knew it could hear us, smell us, feel us, but why wasn't it coming in?
I released my breath once it was gone and reluctantly released my hand from Stiles'. I was still shaking and had to lean against one of the tables to keep from falling over. For a moment I thought I was going to pass out.
"Jackson," said Scott. "How many people can you fit in your car?"
"Six if somebody sits on someone's lap," said Jackson.
"Six?" hissed Allison. "I barely fit in the back!"
"It doesn't matter, there's no getting out without drawing attention," said Stiles.
"What about this?"
Scott walked over to a door that lead out to the roof. From there we could take the fire escape and be down to the parking lot in a short amount of time. It just might work, although there is one small problem.
"It's a deadbolt," said Stiles.
Scott looked down in defeat before perking up as an idea flashed into his mind. "The janitor has a key."
"You mean his body has it,"
"I can get it. I can find him with my scent."
"Gee, that sounds like an incredibly terrible idea," said Stiles.
"I'm getting the key," said Scott with determination.
He pushed past Stiles and me and headed for the door. Allison stopped him, not wanting for him to go out there. We all know the risk, she just doesn't know that he might actually be able to handle it.
"You can't go out there unarmed," she said.
He looked around the room and settled on a flimsy pointer stick from the chalkboard. He braced it like a sword, as if it could actually do any damage. I rolled my eyes and Stiles shook his head. That piece of crap would do nothing against even a human, let alone a raging, psycho werewolf.
"It's better than nothing!" defended Scott.
"There's gotta be something else," said Stiles.
"There is," said Lydia, bobbing her head towards a chemical cabinet.
"What do we do, throw acid on him?" said Stiles.
"No, like a firebomb. Everything you need is in there to make a self-igniting Molotov Cocktail," she said. Everyone gaped at her, only I know how smart she really is. Once we got into high school she put away her nerd-freedom and put on her airhead facade. "What? I read it somewhere."
"We don't have a key for that either," said Stiles.
Grunting and rolling his eyes, Jackson threw his elbow into the cabinet, breaking the glass and freeing all the ingredients. Maybe he's useful for something, after all.
Soon enough, Lydia had concocted her Molotov Cocktail, using her secret brainiac powers to do so. She really should quit hiding how smart she is. More people would respect her that way. Though, it's not like I have much say in the matter.
She handed the bottle over to Scott. "No, no, this is insane. You can't go out there," said Allison, tears filling the corners of her eyes.
"We can't just sit here and wait for Stiles' dad to check his messages," said Scott.
"You could die, don't you get that? He's killed three people," said Allison.
"And we're next," said Scott. "Somebody has to do something."
He began walking towards the door when Allison stopped him again, begging that he stays. But Scott had made up his mind. He had to be the hero, the bite gave him that role. He has to be the one to save the day; it's his job.
She kissed him before he left, knowing very well it could be the last time she ever does so. We locked the door behind him and I prayed that it wouldn't be my last memory of Scott. I feel accountable for everything that happens to him. The guilt would be overwhelming if something were to happen to him. I suddenly wished I had stopped him.
Now there was nothing more that I could do besides wait and have faith. I slumped myself against a wall and felt Stiles slide in next to me. Allison curled up on top of a desk with Lydia and Jackson trying to comfort her.
I wrapped my entire fist around my cross pendant, resting my chin on the back of my hand. My mind was once again rushed with thoughts of the blood spurting from Derek's mouth and the terrifyingly red eyes of The Alpha. I continued chewing on the inside of my lip until a metallic taste entered my mouth. I paused for moment, then tested the irritated area with my tongue. The taste was gone and my lip had already healed.
"You okay?" asked Stiles. He had been watching me. I could only bear to look into his eyes for a sliver of a moment. "What happened back there, in the doorway of the cafeteria?"
I squeezed my necklace and looked up at him. I stared at the gap between his eyebrows to create the illusion that I was looking him in the eyes. Maybe this way he would believe my lie.
"Nothing,"
I hated being dishonest with Stiles, but I just couldn't bring myself to tell him my thoughts. Whatever happened with The Alpha was personal. No one needed to know about it, especially not Stiles. He already thinks I'm a freak.
He was about to say something when a concern from Lydia stopped him. "Jackson, you handed me the sulfuric acid, right? It has to be sulfuric acid, it won't ignite if it's not." Her eyes fell from the bottles on the table to Jackson.
"I gave you exactly what you asked for, didn't I?" said Jackson in a cross tone.
Lydia wore a fearful expression after having irritated her boyfriend. "Yeah, yeah I'm sure you did."
Even though Lydia and I stopped being friends and I despise the fact that she's the one who hold's Stiles' heart, I still care for her. It pains me to see the way that Jackson treats her. The sad thing is, she deserves him for the way she treats others. They are two terrible people who are wrongly perfect for one another.
Out of no where, a load roar erupted throughout the building, shaking the floors and walls like Scott's howl had earlier. I was drawn to it by forces I could not control. I stood up and headed for the door, but Stiles held me back. I tried to fight him. Not only did I know that it meant Scott was in trouble, but whatever werewolf blood I have in my veins was pushing me to follow the sound.
Behind us, Jackson was cringing and holding the back of his neck. Luckily, his pain distracted from the little episode I was having. I fought Stiles' grip again as his eyes drifted off to Jackson, but he held me back with ease.
Jackson then fell to the ground, still holding his hand to his neck. His scene finally drifted my mind away from the call of The Alpha and I focused in on the three distinct marks on Jackson's neck. He was now wailing in pain.
Allison and Lydia helped him up and he relaxed again, the pain ceasing. "I'm fine, seriously I'm okay," he said, freeing himself from their grip.
"That didn't sound okay at all," said Allison.
"What's on the back of your neck?" asked Stiles, having noticed the marks as well. He pointed to them but Jackson swatted his hand away. We both looked at each other knowingly.
"It's been there for days but you won't tell me what happened," said Lydia.
"As if you actually cared." Jackson hissed. I glared at him for speaking to her that way.
Then I heard something, but based on the faces of everyone around me, I was the only one. Heavy breathing was right outside the door. Stiles seemed to have noticed my change in expression because he began to question, but I hushed him.
I listened attentively as a key was slipped into the door handle with a quiet click. It turned and I tried to block out the argument between Jackson and Lydia to hear what was happening next.
"Where's Scott? He should be back by now," said Allison. She ran a nervous hand through her dark curls.
A building heartbeat on the other side of the door told me that it had to be Scott. But what the hell was he doing? Why hasn't he just come in already and gotten us out of here? Something isn't right, I can feel it in the air.
A snap finally got the attention of everyone in the room. It almost sounded as if the key had been broken. Allison rushed over to the door.
"Scott!" She said. She pushed the stool out from underneath the handle and began shaking it. "Scott!"
"What is he doing?" said Lydia, confusion on her face.
Allison repeatedly called Scott's name and continued wiggle the handle and bang on the door, as if that would somehow manage to get it open. But I knew she was just desperate to take away that piece of wood that was separating her from her boyfriend. She needed to know that he was okay.
"Stop," I said, hearing something off in the distance. "Stop!"
Allison finally ceased her frantic attempts to open the door and faced me. Everyone looked at me with surprise and confusion.
"Do you hear that?" I asked, turning towards the windows. "Listen,"
We all rushed to the windows to see the police cars pulling into the parking lot, their sirens ringing throughout the school. I smiled in relief at Stiles and before I could stop myself I had wrapped him in a hug. To my surprise, he hugged back.
We had done it. We had survived. We had outlasted The Alpha even when all of the odds were against us. We aren't as weak as Derek believes us to be.
As I let go of Stiles I remembered the promise I had made to myself earlier in the night. I had set the goal to live differently, to not have anymore regrets. I said I would tell Stiles how I feel. At this point, as I am finally looking him in the eyes again, knowing he was the reason we were saved, it doesn't seem like that far fetched of an idea.
Now I just need the courage.
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Thanks so much for reading!
So there's part 2 of Night School, what did you think? As good as the show? Probs not, I could never do all of those actors justice.
I've got a busy couple of weeks ahead but I'll do my best to write when I can.
I just realized this was nearly 5,000 words...yeesh...
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-Alyssa
Edited 2/23/14