Ep 7・❥・ Night School

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Harper couldn't breathe. She wanted to climb out of her skin. She didn't want to deal with all the daunting memories of the shitshow of her life. She just wanted to be anyone but Harper Everheart. She could hear Stiles and Scott bickering, their words sounding nothing short of gibberish.

"Harper," Stiles called softly. It was only when the Stilinski boy crouched down in front of her she was able to register and process things. She picked her head up but when she met the boy's eyes she instantly regretted it. They didn't carry their usual spark, that was exchanged with a flicker of fear and hesitation.

Her secret was out.

She was a siren.

A monster.

"Harper." Stiles beckoned again as he glanced over his shoulder at Scott who was standing near the door, anxiously looking out the window. "We have to move, the door won't hold up much longer."

Harper shook her head, small violent sobs shaking her body. "No, we can't leave Selene. She just needs our help or she needs to heal. We can't leave her." She repeated in denial. "Stiles I can't-" She tried to speak but with every word her chest constricted and her lungs refused to take in any more air as her body trembled.

Stiles reached out placing a hand on Harper's shoulder, his touch firm but still somehow gentle. "Take a deep breath." He instructed, his voice gentle as he looked around. "Um... can you tell me how many blue things you can see?" He asked.

The Everheart girl took a shaky breath as Stiles had said and looked around the hallway they were in trying to count the doors she could spot. It was a weird request but Harper didn't have the strength to question it. "Nine." She nodded, her breathing slower than it was a second ago but still incredibly quick.

With a nod, Stiles gave her a small smile. "Any better?" He questioned to which Harper gave a nod. "Great, but now we really have to go." He began to stand up, reaching out a hand to Harper. She slipped her hand into his as he helped her get to her feet.

Her body was exhausted from the amount of energy she had used to even slightly weaken the alpha in his werewolf form. Scott's and Stiles's words were once again going through one ear and out the other and before she knew it they were speeding off to the locker room, Harper using Stiles as support.

Once they made it down the hall Scott swung open the door and shortly after Stiles and Harper made it as well. The dark-haired girl took it open herself to shrug Stiles off her and instead prop herself up on one of the lockers.

She felt Stiles and Scott's eyes burning into her and Harper knew there was no avoiding it. There was no doubt they saw her in the parking lot or at least heard her. Whilst Harper's mind was running for a way to start the conversation Scott did it for her.

"What are you?" He asked bluntly with a frown, looking at her through narrowed eyes as if he was trying to figure it out for himself.

Harper flinched at the bluntness of Scott's question. Her throat tightened, and the familiar weight of fear and guilt settled deep in her chest. She leaned heavily against the locker, her hands gripping the cool metal behind her, trying to steady herself.

"I'm not like you Scott." Harper finally said only causing the frown on the McCall's boy to deepen. "Or Selene or Derek." She lowered her head at the mention of their names, trying to not focus too hard on the lump forming in her throat or knot in her stomach.

"What do you mean?" Stiles questioned hesitantly.

Harper took a deep breath before spitting it out. "I'm a siren." Her voice barely above a whisper.

Silence filled the locker room. Scott's eyes widened slightly, his brows furrowing in confusion as he exchanged a glance with Stiles. Neither of them spoke, but Harper could feel the weight of their thoughts and judgments pressing down on her.

"A siren?" Stiles repeated, his tone more cautious than accusatory. "Like...the kind that one that live on beaches and y'know–"

"Kill people?" Harper finished for him, her voice sharp. "It's not just singing. It's more than that. I can get into people's heads, manipulate and read their thoughts, their emotions some can do more some less. " She swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her ears.

"And this whole time you said nothing!" Scott exclaimed earning a smack in the chest from Stiles who told his best friend to keep it down. "You- you could have helped us. Saved people's lives!"

"No I couldn't have, Scott and if I could I would have done it already." Harper shook her head. "The more I use my powers the more control I lose over them and myself. If I overwork myself, I could die and then there is the risks of the hunters finding me. I just couldn't."

"How are we supposed to trust you." Scott questioned again, shaking his head.

Harper laughed a hollow, bitter laugh. "I'm seriously done with trying to convince you to trust me. Selene and Derek wanted to help you and now they're dead–" Harper's voice broke off as she harshly wiped a tear that slid down her face. "They are gone. You don't have to trust me but what we have to do is help each other not die."

A silence rung, everyone engrossed within their own thoughts and it stayed like that for a while until Scott snapped his head up, squinting into the distance. "Guys, I think I heard something."

"Like what?" Stiles questioned, looking into the direction Scott was.

"Shh be quiet." Scott hushed as him and Stiles backed away from the door slowly. The shaggy-haired boy smacked the light in Stiles's hand causing him to fumble clumsily to try switch it off. "Hide." Scott whispered.

Stiles immediately darted to the locker beside the one Harper was leaning against, pulling the metal door open causing it to clash and bang as he shoved himself inside. Scott and Harper were quick to follow, hiding inside lockers nearby.

Harper could barely see anything, having to squint through the slits in the locker to even make anything out. She could however hear the sound of the door creaking open and the shuffle of footsteps. Then the sound of Stiles and Scotts screams echoed and before she knew it, her locker door was being swung open. Harper was ready to face the worst but when she saw it was just the janitor she let out a relived sigh.

"Quiet!" Scott hushed the janitor who looked like a deer in the headlights.

"Quiet my ass! What the hell are you trying to do, kill me?! All there of you get out." He commanded, pointing at the door.

"Just listen for half a second, okay?" Stiles pleaded but the man simply shook his head.

"Not okay." He replied breathlessly, his eyes wide. "Get the hell out of here right now!" The janitor insisted once again this time simply shoving them out the door.

"Please just give us a moment to explain," Harper asked but the man wasn't having any of it.

"Just shut up and go." He exclaimed, shaking his head. As he began to retreat back into the room and close the door something dragged him back with great force. The alpha.

The door slammed shut and the sound of his gut-wrenching screams was all that could be heard. There was blood on his hands and as he hit the ground, leaving bright red stains of it on the window pane.

Scott lurched forward banging on the glass, terror in his eyes but Harper knew they had to go and seemingly Stiles did too because he reached out and pulled his best friend away. They began sprinting down the halls, Harper trying her best to keep up but still incredibly weak.

They turned the corner and found an exit, but when they tried to get it open the doors wouldn't budge. Scott peeked his head through the gap. "It's a dumpster, he wants to lock us in."

Stiles began kicking at the double doors with all his might but to no use. Harper grabbed him by his forearm, pulling him back. "Stiles stop, that's not going to work." Scott agreed and turned around telling the two of them they needed to move.

"I'm not dying here. I'm not dying at school." Stiles said anxiously, pointing his flashlight in the distance. "What is he doing? What does it want?"

"Me!" Scott exclaimed. "Derek said it's stronger with a pack."

"Yeah great," Stiles muttered, throwing his hands in the air. "A psychotic werewolf who's into teamwork. That's...that's beautiful."

Suddenly Scott paused looking out of a window in the distance and when Harper followed his line of vision she felt her heart jump to her throat. It was the alpha and he was heading full speed towards them.

They sprang into action, running down into some sort of basement Harper didn't even know the school had. "Guys shut up for a minute. I hear him." Scott hushed and a second later the alpha let out a roar that you didn't need to have super senses to hear. "We need a plan."

Stiles slowly reached into his pocket pulling out his keys, and despite Scott's protests, he jingled them in his hands before chucking them into the distance. The alpha immediately roared and the three of them sped away as quickly as possible. Just when the beast was going to reach them Stiles slammed the door shut. "The table! The table!" Stiles ushered.

Harper spotted the table and called Scott over to help her move it. The both of them pushed it in front of the door with a deafening screech hoping it was enough to keep the alpha out. Stiles smirked proudly, but it was quickly wiped away when the beast rammed itself into the door. They all jolted back, their breaths jagged.

"Guys get across." Stiles beckoned Scott and Harper. They both jumped over the table with ease, but not without a ton of caution.

The Stlinski boy leaned over trying to get a peak of the alpha from within the room they trapped him in when Harper pulled him back. "What are you doing?" She questioned looking at him like he was crazy.

"I just wanna get a look at it. It's trapped okay? It's not going to get out." Stiles responded as he climbed up onto the table peering into the window.

"You are actually insane, Stiles," Harper muttered under her breath as she ran her fingers through her hair.

"Yeah that's right we got you-" Stiles began to taunt.

"Shut up!" Scott cut in, the worry on his face clear as day.

"I'm not scared of this thing." Stiles snapped back but as if the alpha heard him he once again slammed into the door with so much force the Stilinski boy flew off the table. Harper rolled her eyes when Stiles once again began to tease the alpha. "I'm not scared of you! Cause you're in there and we are out here-"

There was a sudden crashing sound stunning the three teenagers into a tense silence. The roof above them began to squeak, the tiles on the ceiling beginning to fall off and once the thuds sounded directly above them, the trio began sprinting away, not caring or knowing where they were going.

After a minute or two of running the three of them began to slow down, trying to catch their breath, Harper especially, all the running on low energy and
taking a toll on her. "Maybe now do you understanding shit talking an alpha isn't the smartest idea." Harper hissed, smacking Stiles on the arm.

"Ow!" The boy exclaimed, rubbing the spot Harper had just hit. "How was I supposed to know it was going to do...whatever it did and however it even managed to-"

"Wait guys do you hear that?" Scott asked, gasping for air with each word as he looked between Stiles ans Harper. "It sounds like a phone's ringing."

"A phone? We are the only ones here." Harper pointed out, her eyes darting frantically from the Scott to Stiles. "Right?" She questioned reluctantly.

The McCall boy shook his head, "I know that ring, it's Allison's phone." Scott then looked over at Stiles not saying a word before snatching the phone out of his pocket and ringing Allison's frantically telling her to meet him in the lobby.

The three of them sped their way over to the lobby and once they got there, Allison was there waiting. "Why did you come? What are you doing here?" Scott fired at Allison, who seemed shocked at how frantic he was acting.

"Because you asked me to." The Argent replied, showing them the message Scott had supposedly sent. "Why do I get the feeling you didn't send this message?" Allison asked reluctantly.

"I didn't," Scott answered, his brows furrowed.

"Did you drive here?" Stiles demanded an answer in a tone that was just a notch below a yell.

"Jackson did." She replied.

"Wait what Jackson is here? Like right now?" Harper asked, her eye brows pinched together as she chimed into the conversation for the first time.

Allison nodded, "And Lydia. What's going on? Who sent this text." The Argents phone began to ring, and she quickly answered it, pressing it to her ear. "Where are you?"

The double door burst open as Lydia and Jackson came walking in. Jackson looked more annoyed than anything, his jaw clenched as he glared at Scott. Meanwhile Lydia just looked relieved to be united with everyone again. "Finally," She sighed, "can we go now?"

Harper's frown deepened when she heard the sound of banging and crashing coming from above. Allison grabbed Scott's hand when a squeak cried out. "Run!" The McCall spluttered out, sprinting into action. Everyone else followed suit, rushing up the stair case as quickly as possible and running to the hallway.

Harper's heart pounded wildly in her chest, her adrenaline making up for the aching in her muscles. The growling of the alpha roared in her ears. She knew he wasn't far behind. Harper glanced over her shoulder, trying to gauge how far he really was but instead spotting something that made her heart stop. It was stiles. He was on the ground, most likely having tripped.

Everyone else was still speeding down the hallway when Harper reached out grabbing Stiles by the arm and tugging him to his feet. His eyes wide as he stood in place, planted to the ground. "C'mon!" She yelled as the pair sped up. They both made it through the double doors the rest of the group had gone through, Scott locking it behind them as quickly as he could.

"Help me get this in front of the door." Scott called Jackson over shortly before they began tugging one of the desks to barricade the door with.

"What was that?" Allison questioned, fiddling with the necklace on her neck. When she got no reply she asked again, her tone much sharper. "Scott, what was that?"

"What came out of the ceiling?" Lydia cried out.

"Will you just help me!" Scott grunted, dismissing the firing of questions being shot his way. "The chairs, stack the chairs." Allison and Lydia nodded, moving to help stack the chairs and whatever else they could find in front of the door.

"Guys can we just wait a second?" Stiles called out, no one seeming to pay him any mind. "Guys...Stiles talking... can we hang on one second please?" He tried catching the attention of the group but they all seemed to be too paralysed in their fear to stop or even listen.

Harper glanced over her shoulder seeing the frustrated look on Stiles's face as he rolled his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Hello!" He yelled, that being the only thing to stop the rest of the group as they all instantly turned around to face him.

"Okay nice work. Really beautiful job. Now, what should we do about the 20-foot wall of windows?" Stiles questioned, dramatically backing up slightly to gesturing to the tall windows in front of him.

Allison looked around, her dark eyes brimming with tears. "Can someone explain what's happening because I'm freaking out here. And I would really like to know why." She turned to the McCall boy, desperately trying to get an answer out of him. "Scott?" The Argent pleaded.

Scott huffed, walking away and instead leaning against one of the tables with his head in his hands. Stiles glanced over at his best friend before taking a step forward and taking a deep breath. "Someone killed the janitor."

"What?" Lydia questioned.

"What is he talking about? Is this a joke?" Allison scoffed slightly.

Harper hung back, standing beside Stiles not knowing herself what to make of everything that had gone on tonight. She was almost afraid to process it.

"What? Who killed them?" Jackson asked but not no one could give him a response.

"No, no, no this was all supposed to be over. The mountain lion killed-" Lydia rambled shaking her head before Jackson cut her off.

"No. Don't you get it? There wasn't a mountain lion."

"Who was it! What does it want?"Allison exclaimed, pushing some of the hair out of her face. "Scott!" She yelled, causing the McCall boy to finally turn around and face the rest of the group.

"I don't know." He stammered. "I just...if we go out there he's going to kill us."

"Us? He's going to kill us?" Lydia asked, clinching Jacksons arm tighter and pulling it closer towards her.

"Who?" Allison asked once again, but this time looking over at Stiles and Harper as well as Scott. "Who is it?" The Stilinski boy opened his mouth, hesitating as he looked over at his best friend.

Scott shook his head as he turned around. His eyes met with everyone's but lingered longer than needed when it came to Harper. When he spoke it was clear why. "It's Derek. It's Derek Hale." The words hit Harper in the gut, like all the air had been stolen from her lungs.

Harper didn't know Derek well at all, but he knew Selene. That was one of her close friends, and she wouldn't want his name tainted more than it already was. Then again, it was far too late to rebuttal Scott's claims. What was done, was done.

"Wait, Derek killed the janitor? Are you sure?" Jackson frowned.

"The mountain lion-"

"No Derek killed them!" Scott cut in harshly, leaving no room for debate.

"All of them?" Allison asked, her voice shaking as tears threatened to slip.

"Yeah starting with his sister." Harper felt her stomach churn at Scott's vicious accusations. "And the guy at video store, it's been Derek this whole time. He's in here with us. And we don't get out now he's going to kill us too."

Harper wanted cry. She wanted to run. She wanted to forget. Most of all, she wanted Selene here so she could shed her wisdom on what they should do. Thinking about what Harper was supposed to do without her made her feel sick. The burning sensation of hot tears pricked her eyes. Harper gnawed at the inside of her cheek looking up to the celling with her fists clenched as she begged herself not to cry.

"Call the police." Jackson ordered, looking over at Stiles who immediately shook his head.

"No." He stated simply.

"What do you mean no?" Jackson asked, now turning to face him completely.

"I mean no. Want to hear it Spanish? Noh." Stiles replied. "Look, we don't know what Derek killed three people we don't know what he's armed with."

Harper understood where he was coming from, especially because she knew it wasn't just Derek his father would have to face, it was the alpha. If it was her, she would have the same reaction.

"Your dad is armed with an entire sheriff's department. Call him." Jackson raised his voice. The frustration behind every word clear as day.

"I'm calling." Lydia announced as she pulled out her phone from her purse.

Stiles rushed forward trying to change her mind. "No Lydia would you just hold on a sec-" Jackson stepped in, shoving Stiles away. Harper and Scott quickly rushed forward putting an end to whatever was about to break out between the pair.

By the time they did Lydia was already on the phone with the police, though the call seemed to be cut short. The Martin girl lowered the phone slowly. "She hung up on me."

"The police hung up on you?" Allison asked, skeptically.

"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 if I call again they are gonna trace it and have me arrested." Lydia explained.

"Okay then call again!" Allison exclaimed.

"No they won't trace the cell." Stiles rebutted "And they'll send a car to your house before they send anyone here." Sometimes Harper forgot he was the sheriff's son, especially with the amount of stuff he got up too.

"Why does Derek want to kill us? Why is he killing anyone?" Allison asked, sounding and looking beyond stressed.

Everyone's eyes feel to Scott who instantly frowned. "Why is everyone looking at me?"

"Is he the one that sent the text?" Lydia asked.

"No! I mean...I don't know." Scott muttered, his answer a muddle and frankly not much of an answer.

"Is he the one that called the police?" Allison questioned Scott, who had definitely reached his boiling point.

"I don't know!" He snapped, his bitter tone stunning the Argent. She scoffed with her hurt on her face, her dark eyes glassy as she turned away from the Scott.

The whole room went quiet. The sort of quiet that feels stiff and uncomfortable. Harper shifted uncomfortably, trying to shrug off the heavy silence when Stiles thankfully broke it. "How about we ease back on the throttle here?" He said as he grabbed Harper and Scott to the side.

"Okay, first off, throwing Derek under the bus, nicely done." Stiles muttered sarcastically, glancing over his shoulder to make sure the others didn't hear him.

Harper watched the McCall boy carefully as he spluttered and stuttered trying to justify himself. "I didn't know what to say. I had to say something. And if he's dead then it doesn't matter, right?" Scott looked over at Harper, feeling her thoughts as if they were his own. "Except if he's not... Oh, God I totally bit her head off."

Harper rolled her eyes at Scott's immaturity and lack of care. "She will get over it. Believe it or not your girlfriend being angry with you is nothing compared to you and or the rest of us being dead."

"But we are alive. It could've killed us already. It's like it's cornering us or something." Scott shook his head, trying to make sense of his words.

"So what, he wants to eat us all at the same time?" Stiles questioned, looking between the two.

"No," Scott began. "Derek said it wants revenge."

Harper thought for a moment about what the alpha could want revenge for. Her brows pinched together after not coming to a conclusion on her own. "Against who?"

"Allison's family?" Scott answered, though it came out as more of a question. The answer did make complete sense to Harper though. Why wouldn't the alpha want revenge on the family that has dedicated generations to hunting supernatural creatures?

"Maybe that's what the text was about." Stiles chimed in. His best friend giving him a scrutinised look causing the Stilinski boy to shrug. "Someone had to send it."

"Okay assheads! New plan." Jackson cut in, taking a step forward. "Stiles calls his useless dad and tells him to send someone with a gun and decent aim. Are we good with that?" He asked, his arms open as he looked to Lydia and the still shaken up Allison.

Stiles head hung low as he turned back to Scott and Harper, looking not only conflicted but also defeated. The Everheart girl understood completely where Stiles was coming from. That's why she was going to defend Stiles but just as she was about to, Scott broke the silence first.

"He's right." He stated simply before he shifted his focus on the stunned Stilinksi boy. Harper shot the McCall boy a shocked look. He hadn't expected that. Scott continued, "Tell him the truth if you have to, just call him"

Stiles's disbelief was evident. His mouth hung open as he shook his head. "I'm not watching my dad get eaten alive." He countered, dropping his volume to a low murmur before walking off.

"Alright give me the phone." Jackson commanded as he sprung up in attempt to pry Stiles's phone out of his hands, but he was having none of it. Stiles spun round in one swift motion and punched Jackson in the face, making him stumble back immediately.

Harper couldn't help but smile at the scene. Jackson had that coming for a while but she had never figured it would be Stiles to give it to him. She felt almost proud of him for standing up for himself.

"What are you smiling about?" Jackson hissed as he held a hand to his jaw, glaring up at Harper. It was only then when she looked to her left to see Jackson on the ground, Allison crouched down beside him.

"Your stupid ass." Harper quipped back, her smile widening even more. During her small quarrel with Jackson she hadn't even noticed the fact he was on the phone with his father. Her smile quickly got replaced by a look of terror as the door banged.

Everyone crowded together in the corner of the room. Watching helpless as the bolts began falling from the door and the banging intensified. Harper looked at Stiles, her eyes wide. "Stiles we need to think of something."

Stiles nodded. "The kitchen, the door out of the kitchen leads to the stairwell." As he informed the group he hadn't peeled his eyes of the doors even once.

"Which only goes up!" Scott yelled.

"Up is better than here." Harper replied her words tumbling out frantically as her eyes darted from the doors to Scott. The fear gripped the teens with all its might and they only took it upon themselves to start moving when one of many stacks of chairs came crashing. The alpha was breaking through and if they wanted to not face its wrath they had to go.

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A/n

Sorry this chapter is kind of long BUT THE TEXT CHAPTER WILL HOPEFULLY HAVE U GIGGLING AND KICKING UR FEET (and its stiles third person perspective!)

Also a little explanation Harper doesn't hate Scott or even really dislike him she just doesn't like the fact that he's constantly worried about trivial things and just doesn't understand why he seems to not care about his life or take anything seriously.

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