𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐲 ▷ Stiles Stilinski¹

13|trapped

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Since I was late, I'll publish a second chapter

NIGHT SCHOOL!

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As the boys went to find something to break the window, something caught my eye. Stiles' Jeep. Something looked off about it.
"Hey, Stiles, what's wrong with the hood of your Jeep?"

Immediately, the boy was by my side. At the smallest mention of his baby, he dropped everything.
"What do you mean? Nothing's wrong."

I took a moment to re-examine the Jeep, just to make sure I wasn't seeing things. "Um, it looks kinda bent."

"Like, dented?" He stepped closer, standing behind me to look over my shoulder.

"No, Stiles, I mean bent. You know ..." I imitated bending something with hand gestures.

Stiles looked back at his jeep, "What the hell -"

But before he could finish, something came flying into the room, smashing one of the windows in the process.

As glass rained down from the shattered window, we all dropped to the floor, Stiles shielding me with his body.
I glimpsed up at him, thanking him quietly for protecting me.

He swallowed, nodding his head shakily, as he collapsed beside me against the brick wall of the classroom.
The boy shined his flashlight at the object, revealing it to be the battery from his most prized possession.

The boys talked between themselves, but all I could hear was the sound of my heart thrumming in my chest, pushing against my ribcage. The Alpha wasn't playing around, and that terrified me. I didn't want to see Stiles or Scott die. And I certainly didn't want to die either.

"Come on, we're going," Stiles instructed grabbing a hold of my hand.
"We need somewhere with less windows."

"The locker room," Scott blurted out.

We speed-walked down the halls, turning where necessary to reach our destination. Once inside, we made sure the coast was clear, looking in every corner to be sure nothing was waiting to tear us open.

"Call your dad," Scott suggested to Stiles.

"And tell him what?"

"I don't know, anything. There's a gas leak, a fire, whatever. If that thing sees the parking lot filled with cop cars, it'll take off."

"What if it doesn't?" The worry in his voice was almost visible. "What if it goes completely Terminator and kills every cop in sight, including my dad?"

I placed a hand on Scott's shoulder, "That's not fair to ask of him, Scott. If the roles were reversed, you sure as hell wouldn't want your mom anywhere near this place. It's too much to ask of him, I mean, you saw what it took to only slow Derek down. Imagine an Alpha."

"Then we . . . We have to . . . We have to find a way out or just run for it," Scott sighed.

Stiles disagreed, "There's nothing near the school for at least a mile."

"What about Derek's car?"

"That could work," he said, sounding almost impressed. "We go outside, we get the keys off of his body, and then we take his car."