Stiles' P.O.V:
"He's right" Scott says and Emma's head shot in his direction. "Tell him the truth if it's necessary, just call him."
"I'm not watching my dad getting eaten alive." I state.
"Alright, give me the phone." Jackson takes me by the arm. That's it. I turn around and punch his face.
"Jackson!" Allison exclaims, kneeling down to help him. "You okay?"
Emma puts both of her hands in my shoulders and reaches my face to kiss my cheek. I try not to blush.
"Nice one," she whispers, smiling. "They'll be okay; if we're lucky, we'll be out of here before they get here. Call them."
I trust her; I know we can come out with something. I take my phone out of my jacket and dial the familiar number of my father's phone.
Emma takes the phone out of my hands and I'm glad she did it. I just can't ask my dad to come here to see him die.
"Hey, Sheriff, it's Emma...and it's your voicemail!" she talks into the phone. "Okay, I need you to call me back, now, like, right now."
The Alpha is trying to break through the door; I take Emma's hand and cover her with my body.
"We're at the school, dad. We're at the school." Emma called my dad her dad, just like she used to call my mom hers.
"The kitchen, there's a stair," Emma says.
"But it only goes up." Scott remarks.
"Up is better than here." I tight my grip on Emma's hand as we run to the kitchen and up the stairs; back in the halls, we need to get into a classroom, it so happens that the chemistry one is open.
We get in there, Scott locks the door with a chair and Emma's breathing hard. I hold her tight as we see the Alpha pass by the door. I know he can smell us, he's just torturing us with this. I wish he could kill me already.
"Jackson, how many people fit in your car?" Scott asks.
"Five, if you can squeeze in the back."
"Five? I barely fit in the back!" Allison complains.
"It doesn't matter, there's no getting out without drowning attention," I state, which is true. Super werewolf hearing, remember?
"And what about this?" Scott says pointing to a door. This school is really weird.
"It gets to the roof; we can use the fire stairs and get to the parking lot in, like, seconds."
"That's a bolt." I explain, hoping he'll break it with his claws.
"The janitor has a key," he says instead.
"You mean his body has it." I friendly remind him that he's dead.
"I can get it, I can find him by scent, by blood." Why doesn't he just break the bolt?
"Geez, that sounds like a terrible idea, what else you have?" I ask sarcastically.
"I'm getting the key." Scott states.
"You sure?" Emma asks him.
"It's the best plan." Scott shrugs.
"Just be careful, okay? I love you." Emma lets him go. They both hug and I hope that if we get out of here they both can talk and work things out.
"I love you, too." Scott kisses the top of her head, smiling.
"Are you serious?" Allison asks, maybe out of jealousy.
"If we want to get out of here someone has to go and get the key." Scott replies.
"You can't go out in there unarmed." Allison states. If she only knew he has some dangerous hands.
He takes the stick the teacher uses to point to the board. "It's better than nothing."
"There's got to be something else." I sigh.
"There is," Lydia says, motioning to Harries' weird bottles.
"What do you mean; you wanna throw acid on him?" Emma asks.
"No; like a fire bomb. In there's everything you need to make a self-igniting Molotov cocktail." And Lydia is finally letting out her intelligence.
"Self-igniting..." I try to repeat after her.
"Molotov cocktail," she finishes.
Jackson looks at her, not having a clue of what she's talking about. "What?" she innocently says. "I read it somewhere."
"We don't have a key for that either," Emma says but Jackson I'm-a-strong-one easily breaks the glass with his elbow.
Lydia does her thing and mixes her cocktail of something we never learned in chemistry, handing the result to Scott.
"No. No, this is insane, you can't go out there." Allison insists.
"We can't just sit here waiting for Stiles' dad to check his messages." Scott defends himself.
"You could die, don't you get that? He's killed three people."
Poor Allison, she's desperate.
"And we're next." Scott insists, tired. Allison is about to cry yet again. "Someone has to do something."
"Scott, stop," Allison says. Emma's sitting on one of the lab's chairs. I wrap my arms around her waist from behind and rest my chin on her shoulder.
Allison literally begs for him to stay and kiss him one last time before he goes. He's gone. He didn't even say goodbye. Not to me, not to Emma. Just Allison, a girl he just met this year.
What about all of our memories? Childhood adventures Allison wasn't there to live with us? We have a bond, we love Scott to death, it isn't fair, not for me and not for Emma that we didn't even get a possibly last time with our friend.
"Who get this? I don't get why he's out there, why he left us and I can't stop, my hands are shaking." Allison rants.
"It's okay," Jackson says, putting his own hands on top of Allison's. I wonder how Lydia feels about this. "It's okay; it is going to be okay."
"Stop lying," Emma suddenly says. "It is not okay, nothing's okay! Could you just shut up, Allison?" she is breathing hard and keeps on walking back and forth the room.
"What are you talking about-" Jackson tries to ask.
"No, just shut the fuck up, Jackson! I'm sick of Allison 'not getting it'." She rubs her head with her hands. "Scott is out there for you, okay? He fucking left us for you, for you to be safe, to be alive after tonight. He wouldn't be doing this if you weren't here, I, for sure, can tell. If this was only Stiles and I, like it was supposed to be, he would have taken us with him, he would have risked us too. But it just happened that you can't be one fucking night without him touching you so you followed him all the way here and if it wasn't enough, you dragged Jackson and Lydia with you, what do they have to do? Well, I guess Jackson does have to do now, doesn't he? Scott feels guilty and wants to protect you. He didn't even say goodbye for fuck's sake!"
Then, I see it. I see my eight-year-old self in Emma. It's like she's the reflection of a younger version of me; she's shaking, not only her hands but her entire body. She's having trouble with breathing and I bet her vision is blurry.
Emma's having a panic attack.
She falls to the ground and I immediately go down with her, taking her shoulders.
"It hadn't happened...it...mom...since mom..." she doesn't need to say anything else; it had happened to her too.
"Steady your breath." I order her, she frantically nods but can't stop.
"Stiles, Stiles...I can't...you have to tell my father not to come, just...Stiles!" she begs, desperate. I have forgotten how intense this is.
"Em, babe, listen: you gotta trust Scott. You know what he's capable of, okay? He's doing this for good; you know he's not defenceless. And it doesn't matter what's most important to him, we'll always be here for him and he knows it. Meanwhile, we have each other; until he decides to come back to us...we have each other."
It isn't working. I need to calm her down, she has to be calmed. Doing the first thing that comes to my mind; I place a hand in the back of her neck and kiss her. Hopefully she'll hold her breath and steady herself.
She kisses me back, wrapping her arms around my neck. Then, she pulls away, three pair of eyes looking at us all with different expressions.
Allison looks like she's going to rip Emma's head off, again, maybe out of jealousy. I mean, we just...did that while her boyfriend is out risking his life.
Jackson looks completely indifferent, like he knew this was going to happen at some point. I wonder how many people thought so of us.
And Lydia, she looks happier than ever. She is smiling at us, or, Emma, with confident eyes.
Her lips form a grateful smile. "Thank you," she whispers. "That was really smart."
"I...well, you know..." I look down, trying to explain that I know how she feels.
"Yes, I get it." She hugs me tight. "Thank you, really."
"No problem." I sigh, kissing her cheek and helping her to stand up.
What am I doing? I just wanted to prove my point and now I found myself completely down for her.
I support myself against the wall and let Emma rest into my arms.
"Jackson, you headed me the sulphuric acid, right?" Lydia has been staring at the different bottles for a while now. "It has to be the sulphuric acid; it won't ignite if it's not."
"I gave you exactly what you asked for." Jackson states, and I wonder if he's talking about the acid or something else.
I don't think it's fair for Lydia to be treated this way, let alone by someone like Jackson. I wonder why she let him do so. Does Lydia love Jackson?
She is smart, beautiful and sarcastic, quite the girl of my dreams, if Emma wasn't in my life, that is. But Jackson has to have some big effect on her, if she lets him out of all people talk to her like that.
We stay quiet for a while, Emma still recomposing from her breakdown. I know she wanted to look strong, and she had done an excellent job throughout the night, but this was out of her limit and I understand.
Howling is heard; Alpha howling to be exact.
Another unusual thing happens. Jackson starts screaming, he falls to the ground touching his neck.
"Emma, look," I whisper as I have a view of Jackson's neck.
"Are those claws?" Emma whispers very quietly.
I shrug, I couldn't tell if those are claws, but it's definitely something if the howling has this effect on him.
Then, Lydia and Jackson argue about the scars and Allison frantically taps the door, trying to get Scott.
"Stop, stop!" Emma says. "Do you guys hear that?"
We all stay quiet to hear police sirens coming closer and I swear I've never been happier to see my dad's car through the window.
"We did it," Emma whispers. "We are alive."
Dad asks us about Derek and Scott asks him to look for the janitor. He is still frustrated and I don't know what happened out there, but at least we are alive.
"Well, we survived, dude," I tell him. "We survived the Alpha attack. That's good, right? Being alive?"
"When we were on the chemistry room, he walked right by us, don't you think that it heard us? Don't you think he knew exactly where we were?"
"Then how come we're still alive?" I see past Scott's shoulder, Emma is getting in her dad's car.
Weird that she didn't say goodbye, but I won't pressure her after her attack.
"It wants me in its pack," Scott says once again. "But, I think...first...I have to get rid of my old pack."
Five seconds later, Emma is gone. "What do you mean? What old pack?"
"Allison. Jackson, Lydia...Emma, you," he says, sadness filling both his voice and my expression. Me?
"The Alpha doesn't want to kill us." I finally put the pieces into place and come out with a logical reason as to why I'm still alive.
"He wants me to do it." Scott turns around, so I can't see him. "And that's not even the worst part."
If he says Allison, I'll punch him.
"How in holy hell that is not even the worst part, Scott?" I ask exasperated.
"Because when it made me shift, I wanted to do it. I wanted to kill you." He confesses and I have to fight back the tears.
My best friend wanted to kill me and Emma.
I don't know what to say next, so I just stay quiet.
He then walks past me and I follow him.
"There you are," Deaton says.
Wait, how...? So he isn't the Alpha and we're not even closer to find out who it is. Great.
I get into my dad's car without protesting and I text Emma.
"I hope you're okay, we'll talk in the morning. If you have trouble to sleep, just give me a call, I'll probably be the same. Night, Em x."
I fall asleep convincing myself that she's tired enough to text me back because I don't get an answer anytime soon.
And when I wake up the next morning there isn't a response either.