Written In The Stars{Derek Hale/Book 1}

Chapter 7-Night School

"Lock it! Lock it!"

"Do I look like I have a key?!" Stiles dangled a yellow flashlight in his hands.

"Grab something!"

"What?!"

"Anything!"

Stiles looked between Scott and Laken for a few seconds before jumping to his feet and starring out of the small window at the sidewalk and the concrete.

"No." Scott pushed his best friends chest as the two of them looked at the pair of bolt cutters they had dropped.

"Yes." Stiles shoved him back. Laken stood frozen, still in shock that Derek was actually dead.

He looked around the parking lot, trying to see if the Alpha was outside. Scott looked at the girl next to him and pulled her into a hug, letting her cry into his chest while Stiles scanned around the area once more and slowly crept down the stairs and picked up the bold cutters. Scott's eyes drifted toward the blue jeep ans saw the Alpha sneaking around the back of it.

"Stiles! Go! Go!" Scott yelled through the glass, banging on the door as Laken sobbed harder.

Stiles spun around then turned back before he jumped back and ran to the door.. He jammed the handles of the bolt cutters into the double doors which prevented anything or anyone from momentarily getting in side the school.

"I want Jackson." Laken sobbed out, reminding the two boys of the crying girl.

"Laken, you know we can't call Jackson." Stiles tried to hush his sister but she wasn't having it.

"I want Jackson! Call Jax!"

"I'll take you to him if we make it out of here." Stiles told her as she kept sobbing.

"That won't hold will?" Scott asked.

"Probably not." Stiles glanced over at him.

A loud howl came from an unknown location and the three bolted for the nearest classroom, collapsing over each other in front of the teacher's desk. Scott went to the far end of the desk and began to push it until Stiles stood in front of it.

"Stop, stop." He whispered. "The doors not gonna keep it out."

"I know."

"It's your boss."

"What?" Scott furrowed his eyebrows.

"Deaton. The Alpha. Your boss." Stiles pointed to his best friend.

"No."

"Yes." Laken snapped, "Murdering, psycho werewolf."

"That can't be." He denied.

"C'mon, he dissapears and that thing shows up ten seconds later to toss Derek twenty feet, through the air. That's not convenient timing?"

"Not him."

"He killed Derek." Stiles shot back.