The Other McCall ✢ Stilinski | 1

FOURTEEN

FOURTEEN 

The tension had been built between the six of us. Well, it's always been there, it's just stronger. 

"Call the cops." Jackson quickly concluded. 

"No." Stiles disagree. 

"What do you mean no?" Jackson asked, glaring at Stiles. 

"I mean no, do you want to hear it in Spanish? Noh." Stiles replied sarcastically, now he's really stressed out. "Look, Derek killed three people, okay?  We don't know what he's armed with." 

Really, Stiles? You're going with this lie? Okay, if Derek finds out, you are so not dragging me down with you. 

This is all you, Scott and Stiles. 

I had nothing to do with this. 

Actually, I had everything to do with this. 

"Your dad is armed with an entire sheriff's department." Jackson spat at Stiles. I understand why Stiles didn't want to call his dad, he didn't want to lose his dad like he did with his mother. "Call him." 

"I'm calling." Lydia said, getting out her phone and dialing 911. 

"No, Lydia, would you just hold a second..." Stiles didn't bother, she was already on the phone.

"Yes, we're at Beacon Hills Highschool. We're trapped, and we need you to... but..." Lydia dropped the phone, starring at it in disbelief and turned around to us. "She hung up on me." 

"The police hang up on you?" Allison asked in disbelief. 

"She said she got a tip warning them that there was going to be prank calls about a break-in at the high school." What the hell? The Alpha must've done this. "She said if I called again that they're gonna trace it and have me arrested." 

"Okay, then call again." Allison, you really aren't that smart right now. 

"No, they won't trace your cell." I pointed out. 

"They'll send a car to your house before they send anyone here." Stiles added. I remember Stiles telling me this once. 

"What the... what... what is this?" Allison asked, confused. "Why does Derek ant to kill us? Why is he killing anyone?" 

Everyone looked at Scott, and I felt bad for him. Scott was just as clueless as we were. "Why's everyone looking at me?"

"Is he the one that sent the text?" 

"No!" Scott said quickly, I don't even know who's lying anymore. "I mean, I don't know." 

"Is he the one that called the police?" 

"I don't know!" Scott snapped at Allison, she got upset over that. 

"All right. Why don't we ease back on the throttle, yeah?" Stiles asked us. Stiles pushed Scott back, and he held my hand tightly as I followed behind. 

"Guys, good job on throwing Derek under the bus like that, he's gonna kill us now." I hissed at them, and they both looked at me before they looked at each other. 

"Stacey, Derek's dead." Stiles whispered to me. My eyes widen at the news, why didn't anyone tell me this before? 

"W- what do you mean?" I stammered. 

"He was thrown into the wall by the Alpha." Scott added. "And guys, I didn't know what to say, I had to say something. And if he's dead then it doesn't matter, right? Except if he's not." Scott sighed. "Oh, god, I totally just bit her head off." 

"And she'll get over it." I rolled my eyes, Allison needs to move on. "Bigger issues ahead of us, like how do we get out of here alive?" 

"But we are alive. It could've killed us already," Scott pointed out, he noticed it too then. 

"It's like it's cornering us or something." I add quietly. 

"So what, he wants to eat us all at the same time?" Stiles asked softly. 

"No! Derek said ti wants revenge." Scott said. 

"Agaisnt who?" 

"Allison's family?"

"Great, let's throw her out there and hope we live." I mumble sarcastically, Scott glared at me. Oh, come on, I was joking. Not really. 

"Maybe that was what the text was about." Stiles said. "Someone had to send it." 

"Okay, assheads. New plan." Jackson said- no, we'll chuck Allison and Jackson out there. God their both annoying right now. "Stiles calls his useless dad and tells him to send someone with a gun and decent aim. Are we good with that?" 

Stiles looked over at me, and I sighed. "He's right, Stiles. Tell him the truth if you have to, just call him- I don't want to be scared anymore." Stiles licks his lips. 

"I'm not watching my dad get eaten alive." Stiles seethed at Jackson. I bring out my phone, and I waved it in front of Stiles. I understand that he doesn't want his dad hurt, but I don't want to be dead. 

"All right, give me the damn phone!" Jackson demanded as he quickly hooked onto my wrist, I gasp, my eyes widen when Stiles had quickly elbowed Jackson in the face, and Jackson fell to the ground. Stiles glared at Jackson.    

"Jackson!" Allison gasped, kneeling to the ground. "Are you okay? Hey, are you okay?" 

Jerk.