Nightmare {1} TW

Ch. 8 Nightschool: Part Two

ALONE
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THE GROUP OF TEENAGERS STOOD IN THE CAFETERIA TOGETHER AS THEY TRIED TO FIGURE OUT WHAT TO DO. Ayla was quietly crying, but she didn't give any input. She was still trying to keep herself from falling apart after everything that had happened tonight.

"Call the cops," Jackson said.

"No," Stiles told him.

"What do you mean, no?" he asked.

"I mean no. You want to hear it in Spanish? No," Stiles snapped. "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," Jackson told him.

"I'm calling," Lydia said, pulling out her phone.

"No, Lydia, would you just hold on a sec?" Stiles asked, moving to stop her. Jackson pushed him back.

"Hey," Scott said, rushing to his best friend's side.

"Yes, we're at Beacon Hills high school. We're trapped, and we need you to... but..." Lydia trailed off, looking down at her phone. "She hung up on me."

"The police hung up on you?" Allison asked her.

"She said they got a tip warning them that there are gonna be prank calls about a break-in at the high school. She said that if I call again that they're gonna trace it and have me arrested," Lydia explained.

"Well, call again," Allison told her.

"No, they won't trace a cell. And they'll send a car to your house before they send anyone here," Stiles told them.

"What the... what... what is this?" Allison asked, running her hand through her hair. "Why does Derek want to kill us? Why is he killing anyone?" She turned to the Hale. "Ayla?"

The she-wolf shook her head. "Don't ask me," she told her.

Everyone then turned to Scott. "Why's everyone looking at me?" he wondered.

"I don't know, maybe because you're the one who apparently saw him," Ayla snapped, glaring at him.

"Is he the one that sent her the text?" Lydia wondered.

"No. I mean, I don't know," Scott told them.

"Is he the one that called the police?" Allison asked.

"I don't know!" Scott exclaimed.

The Argent looked at him in surprise, turning away as hurt flashed through her features.

"All right. Why don't we ease back on the throttle here, yeah?" Stiles asked. He pulled Scott to the side, nodding for Ayla to join them. The three moved out of ear shot from the others. "Okay, first off, throwing Derek under the bus, nicely done," Stiles muttered.

"I didn't know what to say. I had to say something," Scott told them.

"And it had to be Derek?" Ayla asked him.

"It doesn't matter if he's dead, does it?" Scott asked her.

"It matters because he was my family," Ayla snapped.

Scott sighed as he saw the tears in her eyes. "I'm sorry, okay? I didn't know what to do," he told her.

She nodded. "Yeah," she mumbled, arms crossed over her chest.