night school

"Lock it! Lock it!"

"Scott, do I look like I have a key?" Kinsey shouted in a panic.

They were all flustered. Desperate to find something to block the doors rather than their arms that currently clung onto the push bar for dear life. It was all that was gripping them to reality, the ache in their arms from holding so tightly being the only thing to tell them this wasn't a severely messed up dream. The Alpha had just appeared. It had just killed Derek. That only left a certain amount of time before each of them met the same fate as him. It was three teenagers against a large beast who had just effortlessly thrown Derek against a wall as though it was nothing, that yet another murder in this town was nothing. Scott may be a werewolf but none of them found comfort in the idea of him going up against the Alpha, whether it claimed to be his Alpha or not. Whoever it was wanted something. And after the events of the last few weeks, all three of them had an incline that they were part of that 'something that it wants.

"Just grab something! Anything!" He pleaded.

Much like Kinsey had experienced a few times today Stiles stood up as he experienced his own lightbulb moment, just the first of ideas they'd have to test out to try and stay alive tonight. No plan could be a bad plan if it had a chance of saving their lives. Curious, Kinsey and Scott stood up to join him as he looked through the small glass window of the door hoping to see what brilliant plan Stiles had come up with. Only to see a pair of bright yellow bolt cutters sat on the cement a few feet away from them, though it was the only thing in a close radius that could block the door as they needed. But neither Kinsey nor Scott was daring enough to step their foot outside of this door, nor were they willing to let the boy beside them dare to either.

"No." Kinsey deadpanned as she tightly gripped Stiles's sleeve refusing to let him take even another step out of the school. With or without her and the wolf by his side.

Stiles nodded as he shoved the flashlight in Scott's arms. "Yes."

"Are you insane?" The brunette shouted in a hushed whisper as she forced the boy took look at her, hoping to show him just how serious she was about her objection. "Did you not just see that thing pick Derek up and throw him against a wall like it was nothing? Picking you up would be like picking up a god damn tic-tac. You cannot go out there."

"I'm going." He insisted as he removed the girl's grip from his sleeve and began sneaking out of the door, adrenaline rushing through his veins with every step that he took.

Kinsey and Scott both turned to look back out of the small window as Stiles crept slowly towards the bolt cutters, looking around for the Alpha to pounce as he did so. All that Scott was able to hear was the rapid heartbeat of Kinsey thudding in his ears amongst the sound of his own, and at that moment he couldn't help but wonder if he could have the same effect on her heart rate as Allison did on him. With his eyes still tightly on Stiles, he reached out for Kinsey's hand, tightly locking it in his as Stiles became closer and closer to the bolt cutters. And for a moment her heart rate did slow down and a shaky breath escaped her lips, slightly comforted by the wolf. For a moment they were both confident as Stiles wrapped his hand around the bolt cutters but it was confidence that came much too soon. The Alpha never stayed hidden for long.

As soon as those glowing red eyes emerged from behind Stiles's Jeep they knew that. All hope that maybe tonight would be in their favor perished within seconds. All chances of staying calm had flown out of the window as both Kinsey and Scott began banging on the door to warn Stiles as they screamed for him to come back. It took a second for it to register in Stiles's brain before he looked out onto the parking lot to see the same sight as them, the Alpha ready to pounce for its prey. Better known as himself. As the Alpha began charging towards him he quickly grabbed the bolt cutters and ran quicker than he ever had towards the doors, as soon as his foot had passed over the threshold Scott snatched the bolt cutters out of his hand while Kinsey grabbed him to pull him into the building. Both falling over in the process. But the doors were blocked for now.

They all froze in their positions. Trying to catch their breaths. Scott leaning against the door with his hand clutching his chest, his heart beating out of his chest. Kinsey and Stiles laying on the ground staring at the door as they tried to stabilize their shaky breaths. The girl's hand still gripped around Stiles's arm as she refused not to have her grip on at least one of the boys at all times. From now on one of them was going to have to deal with her death grip on some part of their bodies throughout the rest of the night. And the first round was Stiles's who'd practically volunteered himself by one, stepping out into complete danger, and two when he had declared himself the girls' personal babysitter. Scott turned back to look out of the small window, the two on the floor taking that as their cue to stand up too as they all looked for another glimpse of the Alpha though they hoped they wouldn't have to actually see him again.

"Where is it?" Scott whispered as Stiles held his flashlight up to the window. With the coast clear all three of them nervously stepped back all gripping onto something for comfort whether it was a flashlight or the sleeve of two boys who seemed to be your only sense of protection.

"That's not going to hold, is it?" Kinsey nervously asked.

"Probably not." Stiles reluctantly answered as he looked between his two weary friends. They all turned to look around them, down the dark long corridors that they were used to seeing filled with gossip teenagers and teachers who hated their lives. But it was only them, in a quiet, large school attempting to hide from a murderous animal who had a serious agenda against them all. As a howl echoed through the silent halls the three rushed to the closest classroom they could find with the two boys immediately rushing to push the desk against the door, only for it to let out a violent shriek across the tiled flooring. "Shh! Stop, stop. The desk's not gonna keep it out."

"It's your boss." Kinsey blurted out as she looked towards the wolf who seemed taken aback by her accusation as he shook her head. But Stiles seemed to agree as he vigorously nodded his head. "It has to be Deaton. I looked in the back of Derek's car, he was there. You howl. All of a sudden he's gone and that big ugly beast shows up. That's no coincidence, Scott, it's your boss."

"No." Scott objected.

"Yes, murdering psycho werewolf," Stiles added.

"It's not him."

"Scott, look at the facts. It's too much of a coincidence for it not to be him." Kinsey sighed. "I know that you don't want it to be true. And trust me, I don't either. But we can't deny what's right in front of us. It was Deaton and he killed Derek."

"Derek's not dead."

Stiles sighed as he ran his hand through his shaven haircut. "Blood spurted out of his mouth, okay? That doesn't exactly qualify as a minor injury. He's dead and we're next." Another uncomfortable silence came over them as their words started to process in Scott's mind, they could tell by how his jaw slowly fell slack that he was beginning to realize that they were right. Derek was dead. And Deaton had to be the Alpha. It was the only logical explanation, and they didn't typically do logical explanations. The three sat beside each other on the desk as they tried to create a plan to get out of here. Of course, Stiles was the first one to speak up with his 'Get to the Jeep and think about quitting your job' plan which both Kinsey and Scott thought that they would disagree with but after a moment's consideration neither could pick a fault with it. Scott took the lead as he walked towards the window ready for that to be their escape route. "They don't open. The schools climate-controlled." Stiles pointed out. Immediately shutting down Scott's only idea for an escape plan. He never had been one for making the plans anyway.

"Then we break it." Kinsey shrugged as she lifted her elbow prepared to break the glass.

Stiles quickly grabbed her elbow before she had the chance. "Which will make a lot of noise."

"Then we run," Scott suggested as he looked out of the window to see the distance from them and the Jeep, a very large distance at that. "Really fast. Really, really fast."

"I hate to break it to you but some of us don't have a supernatural bonus when it comes to speed. I can run fast but I can't run that fast. And then Stiles... Well, you've seen how he runs. No offense." She shrugged as she turned to look at the boy who couldn't disagree.

"Stiles, what's wrong with the hood of your Jeep?" Scott asked, turning both of their heads back towards the windows in front of them. That question incited more fear within Stiles than seeing the large Alpha running towards him had, Roscoe was his baby. And anything that couldn't be fixed with a roll of duct tape was out of his hands. And price range. "It's bent." The wolf muttered, completely confused as to where the bend would have come from. Stiles wasn't careless enough to put his Jeep in harm and Kinsey hadn't been recklessly driving it like she drove her own car around town. Though it didn't ever seem to have a single scratch on its exterior.

"Like, dented?"

"No. I mean it's bent."

Before Stiles entered a full-fledged panic the window right beside them smashed as something came flying into the room, glass shards hitting all three of them as they quickly dropped to the floor covering their heads as best as they could in such a short amount of time. Across the room sat a car battery, its wire's broken showing that it had been effortlessly ripped from its rightful place in Stiles's Jeep. Now the panic he had felt was replaced by an imperishable rage. The boy stood up ready to go fist-to-fist with an Alpha that made him look the size of a smurf until Kinsey and Scott both pulled him back down to the ground snapping at him not to move.

"Just let me look." Scott urged.

"What if he's out there with a hammer ready to play a game of whack-a-wolf? None of us should be looking through a window that a freakin' car battery has just smashed through." Kinsey urged as she kept a tight grip on both of their arms so neither of them could move.

"Would you prefer if you look out there with me?"

"Obviously." The girl scoffed before all three of them slowly started moving to look out of the window, each of their hands intertwined. In unison their heads turned, scanning the parking lot waiting to see a glimpse of a four-legged beast or those red eyes that taunted them. The center of every nightmare they would have for the rest of their lives. "Oh no. No, no, no." Kinsey muttered as she looked to her own car, unlike Stiles's Jeep her car didn't have a dent and a missing car battery. It was completely crushed. There was no fixing whatever the Alpha had done to her car and that had definitely taken out one opportunity for them to get out of here. She looked between both boys to see that they too had realized that one of their chances to get out of here had ceased once again. "Now that is something I can't explain to my family of hunters. We need to keep moving. It knows where we are. We can't stay here."

The two boys looked at one another for both confirmation and reassurance over the brunette's idea, and just like with Stiles's idea neither of them could pick a fault with getting out of a class that the Alpha clearly knew they were in. With a deep breath shared across the three of them, all three began to walk out of the classroom with their hands intertwined with one another, every step they took a slow and quiet one as they looked around everywhere they walked. Like Stiles had suggested the three of them headed straight towards the place with a significantly less amount of windows than every other room in this hell hole of a school- the boy's locker room. A place Kinsey tended to avoid after her first run-in with the place, her only words to describe its awful stench would be a sweaty gym sock filled with blue cheese and placed in a sewer. Even Derek's death stench didn't come close to how that locker room smelt. Nothing came close.

"Call your dad." Scott urged as soon as the door shut behind them.

"What?"

"Your dad. You know, the one with the gun? Call him." Kinsey urged.

"You know, I really don't like your attitude when you're scared." Stiles sighed while the girl pierced her eyes at him for implying that she not only had an attitude but that she was scared. She preferred the term utterly terrified. "Okay. What if I call my dad and it's still out there? What if it goes completely termination and kills every cop in sight, including him."

"They have guns." Kinsey and Scott retorted in unison. The only other option they had for a person with a gun was the girl's uncle and neither were willing to call him out here right now, not when there were three werewolves in the school's perimeter. It was a recipe for disaster.

"Are the two of you forgetting Derek had to be shot with a wolfsbane-laced bullet to even slow him down? Even the Argent's don't have enough bullets to kill that thing." Stiles said as he gestured towards Kinsey who shrugged knowing he was probably right about that.

Scott sighed loudly as he tried to think of something else that could save their asses, they all were. Every plan they had had so far had been shut down. And with their flustered minds, in the biggest state of panic that any of them had ever experienced the scheming part of their brains wasn't working to the standard that they were used to. In a time where they needed it most. "Then... Then we just have to find a way out and run for it." He suggested as the first thing that came across his mind. "What about Derek's car?" Scott asked, his second thought. Kinsey and Stiles looked at one another and simply shrugged in agreement knowing neither of them was going to shut down the only plan that they'd come up with between them.

"We go outside, we get the keys off his body, and then we take his car."

"And him." Kinsey insisted. Her words causing both boys to raise their eyebrows in confusion as to why she of all people would want to make sure they take Derek too. Dead or alive.

As Scott nodded in agreement Stiles sighed, realizing he was the only one against the idea of taking Derek with them when if he was alive he'd make a point of continuing his threats. "Fine." With the boy's reluctant agreement the three began walking towards the door ready to initiate step one of making it out here alive, but as Stiles reached out for the door handle Scott quickly placed his arm across both of his friends stopping them in their tracks as he warned them that he heard something. In desperation to protect the girl both grabbed Kinsey's hand again as they started backing up slowly, refusing to take their eyes off of the door. Waiting for the shadow of the Alpha to appear in front of them.

"Hide," Scott warned, and he only had to give one warning before Stiles grabbed Kinsey and pulled her into a locker. Neither caring about the tight space they were cramped into as long as it kept them protected against the Alpha. The wolf hesitated for a moment as he looked around the locker room, confused at whether a locker was the best place to hide but options were slim in a boys locker room and he had no other choice but to take Stiles's lead and hide in a locker.

With the sound of the door creaking open the three teenagers held their breaths, even going as far as to cover their mouths to make sure that even an involuntary breath didn't pass their lips. Kinsey turned to look at Stiles as he stood behind her with his hand across his mouth, desperate to release a fearful whimper. Vulnerability wasn't something she often showed or even felt but this had been the most terrified she had ever felt in her life, and knowing that someone else felt that too was a slight comfort to her. He nodded his head in hopes to reassure the girl as her hold on his hand tightened, much like how Allison had squeezed the circulation out of her hand at the first lacrosse game of the season. Back when things were simple. When she was a 'normal' girl supporting her cousin as she watched her boyfriend play the first game of the season. When a werewolf was just a mythological creature in the books that she read. The fake movies that she watched were where vampires sparkle when they step into the sun. But all of that had disappeared now, it was her life. Werewolves were real. As for the vampires, she wasn't sure but now she wouldn't find herself surprised if she stepped onto the preserve and saw one.

The footsteps drew closer, their hearts beating faster. As a male scream sounded through the air all three teenagers jumped out of their hiding spaces to the janitor stood in the middle of them completely freaked out by finding three random teenagers in the school at this time of the night.

"Shh! Shh! Quiet!" Stiles warned the man.

"Quiet my ass, what the hell are you trying to do, kill me? The three of you get out."

"Just listen for half a second, okay?"

"Not okay!" The man yelled as he started grabbing Scott and Kinsey ready to guide them, or more so shove them out of the locker room and he didn't care how harshly he had to do it. "Get the hell out of here right now!" He continued to yell as he pushed them out of the locker room barely giving them another chance to argue their case with him. Just as Stiles begged for yet another chance to explain what was happening the janitor was pulled back into the locker room with the door slamming behind him. Within a second he found himself slammed against that same door screaming for his life as his blood smeared across the glass shaking the teenagers on the other side to their core. Scott rushed towards the door hoping to save the man until Kinsey and Stiles grabbed him, pulling the wolf away before he ended up as the Alpha's third victim of the night which would mean it was only a matter of time before they were fifth and sixth.

-☽○☾-

Allison swayed back and forth idly as she waited for Scott, whether it be the boy himself pulling in front of the house or receiving some form of explanation as to why he had ditched her again. Maybe she was a fool for letting him off without an explanation last time, but she had hoped that he would redeem himself. And until now, where he seemed to be repeating his mistakes, he had managed to redeem himself. So as she stood in the cold February night waiting for him to appear from the darkness of the street the brunette thought to herself of all the things Scott had done to redeem himself since that first date. Skipping school on her birthday to make sure that the first one she spent in Beacon Hills would be one she remembered forever. When we were willing to sneak into the house when it was clear her father didn't like him, as well as when Kate had accused him of stealing the last time. When he had come on the group date with Kinsey and Lydia, even Jackson who he loathed with every bone in his somewhat athletic body. All of those things he had done gave her hope that tonight was some mistake, that maybe he'd forgotten about tonight maybe even that he was hanging out with Stiles and had lost track of time. She told herself every excuse in the book, anything that would redeem Scott and his mistakes.

As her phone began to ring in her hand she knew it wasn't the boy himself, it would be Lydia or Jackson who had already called multiple times tonight. At first, it was to see if Kinsey was at home since she wasn't answering the calls but as far as Allison knew her cousin was with Stiles studying but Allison herself hadn't seen the brunette since getting home from school. But after the couple found out about Scott's failure to show up the redhead decided that tabs needed to be kept on the girl while they continued to search for Kinsey who they'd hope to drag to the movies tonight. There was a moment when Allison thought that Kinsey could have been with Scott, as well as with Stiles, it would explain both of their disappearances. And she knew that her cousin always failed to check or charge her cellphone. But of course, that was a question she was unable to ask Kinsey for herself. As for the boy she presumed her cousin was with- he was just as incapable of answering a phone call now that his phone was broken.

"Lydia says we're coming to get you," Jackson said as soon as Allison had picked up the phone.

"Please don't. I'm sure he's on his way. He's only..." The brunette sighed as she removed the phone from her ear to check the time, realizing as soon as she saw the time that she was about to sound extremely stupid. "26 minutes late." She mumbled hoping it would pass over them.

But that was the moment her hope in Scott began to fade.

"You hear that? First, it's 'his only 26 minutes late'. A month later it's 'he only hits me when he's drunk. It's a slippery slope, Allison. Slippery slope." Lydia warned the brunette.

"We're picking you up." Jackson insisted again, hoping to shift the topic.

"No. Just go to the movies. I can handle Scott and Kinsey."

"Too late." He smirked as the brunette ended the call and walked to his window knowing that she hadn't gotten what she wanted. But when up against Lydia Martin the other person never got what they wanted. This was one of those nights. Even Jackson had pointed that out to her. "Come on, get in. We'll stop by their places and see if they're there."

Before Allison could create another argument as to why she should stay and wait for Scott her phone chimed, alerting her that one of the two people who they were looking for had finally got in touch somehow. Based on the fact it was her phone that had chimed over Lydia's, she made the fair presumption that it would be Scott rather than Kinsey. They made that assumption too.

"Is that him with the best explanation ever as of why he's half a freakin' hour late?" Lydia asked in the usual harsh tone that she possessed when talking about Scott. Especially when he had made yet another mistake in the short time he and Allison had established their relationship.

Allison furrowed her brow as she looked down at the text. "Not exactly."

Within fifteen minutes the three found themselves pulling into the parking lot to see a Jeep, a black Camaro, and a crushed Lexus which all of them had plenty of questions about. Even for an Argent that seemed like pretty reckless driving on Kinsey's behalf. But it confirmed that she too was in the school with Scott and Stiles. Why they were here was yet another question that formed in their minds, all desperate to find the answer. Jackson hesitantly stepped out of the Porsche with his eyes darting between Kinsey's car and the school trying to figure out why she was here, and what the hell she had done to her car. He'd thought she was the one Argent that didn't fit the poor driver stereotype, he'd been in a car with both her and Allison, she knew how to drive, and well. That was just another thing that didn't make sense to him.

"Why are they here anyway?" He asked as he turned to Allison.

Allison pulled out her phone again, glancing between it and the school as she too had many questions in her head to ask any of the three teenagers she was hoping to find. "I don't know. All I got was this." She mumbled as she showed him the text message from Scott. 𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥. 𝐔𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭. A text like that didn't exactly leave either of them with room for interpretation.

"They lock the doors at night, you know," Lydia added as she kept herself safe in the car. Unlike her two best friends and boyfriend she found herself less willing to step into the dark outside of a school that Scott, Kinsey, and Stiles had clearly broken into. She hoped that the main door she could see with a pair of bolt cutters laying against it would fly over their heads. She hoped.

"That one's open." Allison pointed out as she began walking towards it leaving Lydia to sit back in the Porsche wishing that she would have come up with something better to pull the two away from the school. As much as Lydia knew that they should have no involvement in whatever scheme Kinsey had gotten herself into this time she couldn't help but come up with a few of her own questions as to what her friend was doing here this time. Though she'd learned Kinsey had a taste for trouble even this seemed too far for her, especially when her family was so strict.

Jackson looked between the car where his girlfriend sat and the brunette slowly approaching the school, considering which he should stay with. Lydia raised her eyebrows at the blonde as he looked her way hoping that he would make the right decision, a smart decision in her eyes. But this was Jackson, and he never did the thing she expected him to. With him, it wasn't so often that she managed to get her own way. Not when it came to the larger things in the relationship.

"You don't need me to state the obvious, right?" He asked as he caught up with Allison.

"That my cousin and boyfriend are bigger troublemakers than I thought? Or that they broke into the school along with Stiles? Because both are pretty obvious."

"Do you want me to come with you?"

"Mmm, it's okay," Allison reassured him as she moved to step closer. She didn't have any worries about stepping into a pitch-black school when she knew that somewhere within it was not only Scott who she had hoped would protect her with her life but the person that brought her more comfort than anyone else, including Scott. And that was Kinsey. "I can handle myself."

"Hey, Allison..."

The girl turned around as Jackson paused his sentence unsure of how to continue it, he almost looked scared to admit what she already knew what was about to come out of his mouth. As though the words he was about to spit out would change the whole bad guy persona he had spent years perfecting. And until Allison came to town only one person had ever confronted him about it. Caught him out in his web of lies. And she too could be in danger within that school.

"You have this look like you're about to say, 'be careful'." Allison smiled teasingly.

Jackson sighed with a smile emerging across his face as he passed her the flashlight. "I am." He muttered hoping not to speak too loud. Not to show too much vulnerability. But like Mia always had Allison was able to see straight through his facade as a smile grew across her face. "What?"

"That concerned look on you, I've never seen it before."

"Well, I am concerned."

Allison laughed slightly, still taken aback by his actions and expressions. "Well, it's a good look on you." She laughed before shining the flashlight under her chin as though she was about to tell a horror story. Unaware of just how fitting that was for the things Kinsey, Scott, and Stiles had seen tonight. "Don't worry. I'll be right back."

The brunette walked through the school slowly, calling for her cousin and the two boys that she had to be with. It was eerily quiet for a school that had been broken into by three teenagers, that was something that only seemed to worry her more. She had no idea where to begin looking for them when she wasn't sure what their intentions were for breaking into the school. Every class she passed was empty, the toilets too. With the three floors and two separate school buildings, it could take all night to find them but if she was going to get answers she would have to be willing to search every crevice. Because now her questions weren't just revolved around the events of tonight but why he had been avoiding her, why he had acted so strange when he found out she had changed her lab partner from Kinsey to him. All this time alone wandering the halls allowed her to think about these things, and the more time she had the worse her questions seemed to get. Eventually, she found herself searching helplessly through the pools before she headed to the second floor. Many times had the brunette considered turning back and reuniting with Lydia and Jackson outside, giving up on finding Kinsey, Scott, and Stiles when there were simply too many places to search. Maybe she could call one of them from outside, arrange to meet outside too. But then all that kept replaying in her mind was how the text message had explicitly stated that this was urgent. That maybe the three could be in trouble and relying on her to help them out. With that, she couldn't just simply abandon them without a look through the school.

Every minute spent in the dark, somewhat abandoned school was a minute when she grew more paranoid. More conscious of just how creepy her surroundings were. Everything was beginning to scare her. Even her cellphone ringing as it echoed through the empty swimming pools. Jackson. She had never been so relieved to see that boy's name as she had been in that moment when he'd been the one to suggest meeting in the lobby, to search for the three missing teenagers together. Never had she thought a plan to be so brilliant. Maybe she was exaggerating slightly but she wasn't going to turn down the company, until tonight she hadn't realized just how spine-chilling the school was. Though she was much more used to being able to see without the use of a flashlight. Allison managed to take no more than three steps before her cellphone began to ring again making her question what had changed within seconds of arranging to meet her redhead best friend and Jackson. But this time it was someone better.

"Stiles?" She answered the phone, her voice showing her confusion.

"No, Aly, it's me." Kinsey retorted. "Uh, random question... Where are you?"

"I'm in the school looking for you and Scott. Where is he? He didn't show up at our place."

Kinsey placed her hand over the phone as she looked between Scott and Stiles knowing that the wolf was about to get in serious trouble with his girlfriend for ditching her. Again. "Erm... I think you should probably talk to her." Kinsey nodded as she handed him the phone, taking a step back to watch Scott talk to Allison himself but rather than shouting from either side as she had originally expected the wolf just arranged to meet the brunette in the lobby. Anti-climatic.

As urgent as ever the three continued their running through the halls, for the first time tonight they had an actual destination that they were desperate to reach. Even though they knew why Allison would want to find Scott they couldn't understand why she would come to the school to find them, usually, she would have just left Kinsey to turn back up. And as for Scott, confront him the next time they saw each other. Chasing after them wasn't something either were used to and Stiles's suggestion of "Maybe Kinsey is more of a bad influence than she thought and Allison thought she'd come and join in on the fun" didn't strike them as viable. And though she was indeed a bad influence she'd like to think that she wasn't that much of a bad influence yet she still had plenty of plans for the two of them to wreak havoc. That was still a few months away. Just as they barged through the doors leading from the west side of the school Allison pushed through the doors from the pool, visibly relieved when she saw that they were still intact.

"Why did you come? What are you doing here?" Scott questioned the girl.

"Because you asked me to." Allison deadpanned as she glanced between her boyfriend and Kinsey, it was clear by her cousin's face that something was going on. More than just her breaking into the school with two friends to be a trouble maker, and more than her original suspicion that Kinsey was lashing out for attention from Kate. The two had been even more distant since living together again than they had been living across the globe.

"I asked you to?"

"You asked her to?" Stiles and Kinsey asked with a raised brow before they turned back to Allison for an explanation that she was more than willing to give as she held up the text message 'Scott' had sent to her. Their expression only worsened her suspicion something was off.

"Why do I get a feeling you didn't send this message?"

"Because I didn't," Scott mumbled.

Stiles stepped forward with a different topic in mind, he was a lot less concerned about strange and cryptic messages and more concerned about getting the hell out of this building before the brunette was added to the list of people the Alpha wanted to kill tonight. "Did you drive here?"

"Jackson did."

"Jackson's here too?" Kinsey shouted in disbelief. "Please don't say-"

"And Lydia," Allison added before Kinsey could finish her sentence. Exactly what she hoped that her cousin wouldn't say. That was three fresh people for the Alpha to kill, and three out of the six had been at the video store that night already. If that didn't put her and the couple at the top of its list, she didn't know what would. "What's going on? Who sent this text?" As the girl's phone began to ring again she quickly answered it to ask where the missing couple were but before they muttered an answer they too barged through the third set of doors to join the group of freaked out teenagers. Six people that the Alpha was after all in one room.

"Finally. We've been looking everywhere for you." Lydia sighed as she wrapped her arms around Kinsey. Part of her had thought that something bad had happened to her again, though she hadn't outright told anyone her feelings she was more nervous after the video store for Kinsey than she was for her own safety. And though she hadn't been like a babysitter to the brunette she was worried. She couldn't see Kinsey like that again. "Can we go now, please?"

Everyone nodded in agreement preparing to start heading out of the school until a heavy thud came from above their heads, temporarily freezing the teenagers as they looked to the ceiling hanging over them. As though it was instinct the six began gravitating towards the person that they felt most comfortable with, Kinsey slowly stepped back as she intertwined her hand with Stiles's once again though his grip was tighter than ever. Allison moved to Scott and Lydia to Jackson with the thudding getting stronger and time to get away slimming by the second. The wolf looked at his two best friends who clearly expected him to take charge at this moment, and he did as he shouted for them all to run, none of which were willing to disagree as they headed towards the stairs. Before any of them had reached the top of the stairs the ceiling caved in over where they'd been stood just seconds ago, and that was when the race truly begins. With the Alpha hotter on their tails than ever, the six ran through the halls desperately trying to find refuge in one of the empty classrooms but the closest they'd managed to find was the cafeteria. Scott wasted no time bolting the door shut while everyone else seemed too flustered to clearly devise a plan for what to do now, or what to say when the questions began.

"Scott, wait not here," Stiles warned. The only one who was able to hear him was the blonde who refused to leave his side. Instead, he and Kinsey were forced to watch as Scott and Jackson barricaded the door and Allison hysterically shouted the questions that they'd been waiting for. It was inevitable that she or Lydia were going to ask what had just jumped from the ceiling. "Guys... Can we wait a second?" Stiles shouted again, his plead falling on deaf ears once again as he and Kinsey shared a shake of the head knowing that they weren't going to listen to him. He attempted a few more times to catch their attention, still hopeful that once they felt sufficiently happy with the barricade that they created that they may take a second to listen to what he said.

Kinsey cleared her throat and cracked her knuckles. "Leave this to me." She reassured him as he held up his hands letting her do what she pleased- scare people with her ability to shout very loudly. Though it had always come in handy when she gave her personal pep talks to her team before a game to make sure that they won- and they always did. "Hello!" Kinsey bellowed causing the four creating the barricade to jolt in shock, immediately turning to face them as she gestured for Stiles to take his lead once again and explain the thing they'd noticed within seconds.

"Okay, nice work. Really beautiful job, everyone." Stiles sarcastically began, after being ignored he wasn't quite in the mood for pleasantries. "Now, what should we do about the 20-foot wall of windows?" He announced with a large gesture behind him and the brunette.

"Can somebody please explain to me what's going on? Because I'm freaking out here. And I would like to know why." Allison pleaded as she clung onto Scott's arm but she wasn't the only one wondering what had just happened, but between her and the other couple, she was the only one who had managed to spit the question out. "Scott?" She breathlessly mumbled.

Unable to answer her questions truthfully Scott distanced himself from the brunette as he moved to lean on a stack of chairs hoping to gather his thoughts and stabilize his own shaky breaths as everyone stared at him waiting for him to say something. When it seemed as though Scott wasn't going to provide them with an answer Allison, Lydia and Jackson all looked at Kinsey and Stiles for an answer that they too couldn't provide. Leaving a clear divide in the room and the brunette certainly wasn't on the side she expected to be and neither did the three opposing her. But then none of them ever thought they'd been in a situation like they were currently in. Kinsey and Stiles looked at one another to see if either of them were going to try and come up with something to say, were they going to say anything at all? Would they lie?

Stiles released a large sigh. "Somebody killed the janitor."

"What?" Lydia muttered nervously.

"Yeah. The janitors dead."

Out of all of the possibilities of what to say, Kinsey probably wouldn't have kicked off with that one. Maybe something a little lighter to settle the tone. To stop Lydia, Allison, and Jackson from being as flustered as they had been all night. Rather than Stiles's technique of inciting immediate fear within them by telling them someone had been murdered. But what was done was done, and the six of them would have to wallow in the consequences that would follow his revelation.

"What's he talking about? Is this a joke?" Allison nervously chuckled. "Kinsey please tell me this is just some practical joke that you've created. Please." She mumbled as she looked at the brunette who couldn't find the words she needed, instead, she simply shook her head barely able to look her or any of them in the eyes. The mere fact that Allison had called her Kinsey had been enough for her to feel a sting of guilt, she wanted to reassure her cousin that she would be fine, that she'd make it out alive. But she couldn't. And that was killing her. In the time she had known about werewolves she'd found it difficult, but manageable, to lie to Allison in order to keep Scott's secret. But now, as Allison looked at Kinsey the way she did she realized that she couldn't do it anymore. If they made it out alive she knew she couldn't handle lying to her anymore than she already had. Out of everyone that could have gotten roped into this terrible night that was something out of a horror movie, it couldn't have been three worse people. All the people she loved, even Jackson, were in this room and had their lives dangling in the furry palm of a psychotic murderous werewolf who might just be the town veterinarian.

"What, who killed him?" Jackson asked ending the longest time he had ever been quiet. Rather than his question being pointed to the blonde or Stiles all eyes turned back to Scott who had been chosen unwillingly as the leader of tonight's group which led all questions to him.

"No, no, no, no. This was supposed to be over. The mountain lion killed-"

"Don't you get it?" Jackson interrupted the redhead. "There wasn't a mountain lion."

Kinsey looked down at the ground unable to look between their faces any longer, especially when the other blonde had mentioned 'mountain lion', she would have done anything to go back to a time where she didn't know what she did now. When all she thought was that a mountain lion was plaguing Beacon Hills. When the idea of werewolves was something she thought she was an idiot for wishing was real, but now they were and she couldn't ever go back. And soon the three stood in front of her would wish what she did, they too would wish they could go back to being innocent and oblivious to the world they really lived in. But none of them ever could. Kinsey was pulled back from her thoughts as Allison shouted Scott loudly, demanding her answers.

"I don't know." Scott stammered. "I just know if we go out there, he's gonna kill us."

"Us? He's going to kill us?" Lydia reiterated hoping she had misheard.

"Who? Who is it?" Allison asked again this time willing to take an answer from everybody as she looked back to Stiles and Kinsey who were scared to mutter a word. Nothing they said would make any of this better. What were they supposed to do? They couldn't just accuse the first person that came to mind of murder, not only of a janitor but everyone else who had died.

"It's Derek. It's Derek Hale." Scott spoke up.

Apparently, they could. Stiles and Kinsey looked at one another with wide eyes questioning whether they had really just heard the wolf blame this all on a potentially dead man, it was partially smart but partially the most stupid thing that had ever come out of his mouth. They couldn't be sure that Derek had died at the hands of the Alpha, someone as annoying as Derek didn't cease to exist that easily. He couldn't. Who would threaten them daily if not the infamous Hale? The two stood by as they watched the wolf dig himself into an even bigger hole as he blamed Derek for everything that had happened lately from the body in the woods, Laura Hale, Derek's own sister to the bus driver, the guy at the video store and finally tonight's murder of the janitor. He didn't stop placing the blame on Derek because unlike his two friends he hadn't thought of what-ifs, he was too panicked. Overwhelmed by the responsibility being placed on him by Allison and the two she stood beside. He was suffering from a severe case of word vomit.

"Call the cops," Jackson demanded as he looked to the son of the Sheriff.

"No." Stiles deadpanned, not even taking a moment of consideration.

"What do you mean, 'No'."

"I mean no. You want to hear it in Spanish? No." He sarcastically retorted with his Italian accent that Kinsey would have usually laughed at. But she nor anyone else was in the mood for humor. "Look, Derek killed three people, okay? We don't know what he's armed with." Kinsey looked at the boy as soon as he mentioned Derek as her expression questioned whether they too were going along with the whole Derek is the town serial killer story that Scott had conjured up.

"Your dad's armed with an entire Sheriff's department. One of you call them."

Lydia looked at Kinsey hoping that she may be the one to convince Stiles to call the Sheriff's department considering the two seemed so close, but even Kinsey wasn't a fan of the idea. If it wasn't for her freezing in panic in the middle of the parking lot he wouldn't have got hurt at the conference, she wasn't willing to put the man in harm again. If anyone would decide to call him it was going to be Stiles, it was only his choice to make, not hers and certainly not Jackson's. Well, that was how she would have hoped it to be but instead Lydia made the call to call them herself as she pulled out her phone, looking at Kinsey with a tinge of guilt as she dialed 911.

"She hung up on me," Lydia mumbled as she turned around to look at them all.

"They hung up on you?" Kinsey questioned with a raised brow. Though she couldn't deny she was slightly relieved they wouldn't be showing up with a million questions as to why they was in the school in the first place. "I knew they were incompetent but seriously, they hung up?"

"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 called again that they're gonna trace it and have me arrested."

"Okay, then call again!" Allison urged.

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

Allison began shaking her head as she struggled to get her words out. "What the hell is this? Why does Derek want to kill us? Why is he killing anyone?" She asked. All of them good questions. But Stiles had grown tired of lying for his best friend, especially when he had created what could be declared as the worst lie in the history of lies. And Kinsey couldn't take the lying anymore. The hiding Scott's secret she could do, but lying to her best friends' faces when she knew how scared they felt was something that she didn't have inside of her. Not when she felt the same fear. Kinsey bit on her lip as she turned to Scott who had been her savior all night, but she needed him to step up to that role now more than ever. Like the three of them had talked about in detention just a few hours ago this was his responsibility whether he liked it or not. He had promised her.

"Is he the one who sent her the text?" Lydia asked the wolf.

"I don't know."

"Is he the one that called the police?"

"I don't know!" Scott shouted causing the brunette to be taken back as she averted her eyes from the wolf she could barely look at anymore. That was the moment Kinsey moved from Stiles's side for what would be the first time tonight to provide Allison with the same form of comfort that Stiles had been providing for her. And Stiles took that at his cue to pull Scott away too.

Kinsey tried her best to give some form of comfort to her Allison and Lydia, providing them with words of affirmation that she too needed to hear now more than ever and she needed it too. Most of her words were repeated as she told the two girls and Jackson that everything was going to be fine, that it would all work out and somehow they would all manage to get out of here tonight alive. She knew that she would have to keep telling herself this to keep calm as well as keep them calm too, the only way anything was going to go in their favor tonight was if they stopped panicking and began thinking logically. It seemed like an impossible task. But a few weeks ago werewolves were impossible. Right now all of them needed some form of comfort that could keep them even slightly calmer than they were right now, anything to stop them from being at each other's throats. Tonight they were a team. No matter how much the three boys disliked one another, no matter how betrayed Allison felt by Scott for biting her head off, no matter how guilty Kinsey felt every time she looked at her cousin knowing that she was as scared as she had been at the video store, that there was still so much for her to find out about. Everything would have to be put aside if they were going to make it out of here alive.

"Okay, assheads. New plan." Jackson announced as he stepped forward, Kinsey immediately stepping forward with him, his tone wasn't exactly a confidence booster for her. "Stiles calls his useless dad and tells him to send someone with a gun and decent aim. Are we good with that?" Kinsey was in fact not good with that. Or Jackson calling the Sheriff useless. But it wasn't her father, nor her decision to make which was why she looked over to the two boys discussing the plan but Stiles walking away shaking his head gave them all the information they needed to know that he too didn't agree with Jackson's plan. "All right, give me the phone" Jackson snarled as he charged towards Stiles, grabbing the boy's shoulder causing Stiles to turn around and punch him in the jaw. Which he deserved, kind of.

"Stiles!" Kinsey shouted in shock.

"Jackson!" Allison shouted too as she ran to the blonde boy's aid.

Kinsey turned to look at Stiles with a slack jaw as he held the fist that had just connected with Jacksons' jaw, though slightly impressed her idea of sticking together tonight had ceased to exist the moment that Jackson charged towards Stiles. She should have known better than to rely on someone like him, the only person that Jackson looked out for was Jackson even after what she had said to him earlier he had chosen to be the bad guy. "Are you okay?" The brunette asked as she looked down at the boy's knuckles that were red raw, that was definitely the hardest punch Stiles had thrown in his life. Definitely a lot harder than how he'd punched an unconscious Derek Hale last week. "I think you need to call your dad, Stiles."

Stiles bit his lip as he nodded knowing that she was right before handing her his phone. He knew that even Kinsey was admitting that the call needed to be made then it was the right thing to do, Lydia wasn't the only one who noticed the girl's face drop at the mention of calling the cops. In the time he'd known the brunette he'd begin to notice what the expressions on her face meant, she was particularly good at hiding her emotions. And the one that had come across her face had been guilt- she'd been wearing it all night, especially when she looked at Allison.

"Dad. Dad, it's Stiles. And this is your voicemail." Hee sighed as he looked up at Scott and Kinsey as they nervously watched him. "Look, I need you. I- I need you to call me back. Like, right now." He muttered, before his words were cut off by a loud bang coming from the door that they had barricaded signaling that the Alpha had found them. Their shouting and fighting probably gave their hiding place away from the second that it had begun. Like before everyone seemed to gravitate to who they felt safest by, Allison still found that in Scott as she grabbed a hold of him again. Stiles gently grabbed a hold of the Kinsey again with his free hand as they all slowly backed away from the door. "We're at the school, okay? Dad, we're at the school." Stiles pleaded to the man's answering machine before placing the phone back in Kinsey's sweaty palm.

They all cringed as the doors in front of them shook vigorously as the Alpha tried to break his way through, the bolts slowly loosening until the handles were falling off. Soon all it would have to break through was the barricade of chairs that Scott, Lydia, Jackson, and Allison had made. And with how easily he was breaking the door they were sure that wouldn't act as much of a challenge against him. Stiles quickly came up with the only plan he saw fit as he urged them all to head through the kitchen door and to the staircase which as Scott pointed out only went up. But up was all they had. Up was better than in here. Up was better than dying in school. Just as the nails sprung out of their places the six teenagers quickly scrambled towards the kitchen doors loosening their grips on one another as they raced up the staircase and through the halls.

At least most people had loosened their grip on another person.

Kinsey and Allison made sure to grab a hold of Lydia who struggled to run in her heels while the three boys sprinted ahead hoping to find another place of sanctuary while they waited for the police to show up. Lydia never regretted her choice of shoes until tonight, she had always put fashion over practicality but after tonight she knew that she needed a change in her morals. The six continued to run as fast as their legs would carry them until they found an empty chemistry lab that would provide a suitable temporary sanctuary, but nowhere in this school was perfect. Scott quickly shut the door before propping a chair under the handle which would act as their best barricade on short notice. As footsteps emerged from down the hall everyone froze in place, holding their breaths as they hoped 'Derek' wouldn't find them. Kinsey watched as the shadow of the Alpha passed the door, barely visible through its transparent glass, not releasing her hold on her breath until it was completely past the door and the footsteps sounded further away.

"Jackson, how many people can fit in your car?" Scott asked urgently.

"Six. If two people sit on someone's laps." He retorted as he looked at the two brunette girls who had clearly been nominated as those two to sit on laps even before a plan had been finalized. But they were the two people who knew best that six people did not fit in the Porsche.

Kinsey and Allison shared a confused glance at one another before turning back to Jackson. "Six?" They both questioned simultaneously. "I barely fit in the back." Allison objected.

"It doesn't matter. There's no getting out without drawing attention." Stiles interrupted.

"What about this? This leads to the roof." Scott pointed out as he ran over to the rooftop access door that would have been the perfect escape route. "We can go down the fire escape to the parking lot in, like, seconds. Mia just has to pick the lock. You can do that right?" He asked as he looked at the blonde who walked over to analyze what he was asking her to pick.

Kinsey shook her head as she looked back up at the wolf. "That's a deadbolt."

"The janitor has a key."

"Correction. His body has the key." Stiles retorted in a hushed whisper knowing that this talk was about to turn into something that would be best not for the other three teenagers to hear.

And he was right. Scott began running through a plan to sniff out the man's blood and find his body, as well as the keys attached to it but even with Stiles and Kinsey's objections to the plan and telling him to think of a better one he was adamant that the key was going to be how they got out tonight. Nothing would change his mind. He was even more adamant about that. Not even Allison who too tried to change Scott's plan but no matter what they warned him of he didn't seem afraid anymore, all that replayed in his mind was his promise to Kinsey. But that promise didn't just apply to her tonight. He had to protect all of them. To protect Beacon Hills.

"You can't go out there unarmed." Allison objected again.

Scott looked around the room for something that could act as a weapon or at least something that could provide him with a chance of defending himself when he spotted a finger pointer that he held up proudly. Less than proud were the two people who had claimed him as their best friend as they looked between one another and Allison with a raised eyebrow, both with a sense of pity for the brunette who had chosen Scott of all people to fall in love with. She was going to have her work cut off for her over the time of their relationship, that was for sure.

"Well, it's better than nothing."

"No. No, it's really not." Kinsey shook her head. "Anyone got any better ideas?"

"I do," Lydia spoke up catching their attention as she nodded towards the chemical cupboard. "In there is everything you need to make a self-igniting Molotov cocktail."

"Self-igniting..." Stiles questioned.

"Molotov cocktail."

"A firebomb?" Kinsey asked, simplifying the meaning for those in the room who wasn't considered a genius or wasn't known for finding unique ways to get in trouble during their younger years like she was. That and the fact that Lydia's way of helping the brunette study was by giving her a science magazine which also entailed the details of how to create a Molotov cocktail, a piece of information Kinseyd refused to forget.

"We don't have a key for that either." Stiles pointed out.

"I can pick-" Before Kinsey could finish Jackson shoved his elbow through the glass shattering it and allowing them access to the chemicals inside freely. "Nevermind. That works too."

Everyone watched eagerly as Lydia and Kinsey began creating the concoction of chemicals that would make the firebomb, all slightly impressed at how the redhead didn't need to check any book or website for the measurement details. But that was where her photographic memory had come in handy. As for Kinsey, she stood handing the redhead the right chemicals and acting as the supervisor for the redhead as she looked at her after every step, both confirming that Lydia had done the right thing in the right order. It didn't take long for the two to complete the mixture after Jackson had handed her the sulfuric acid and the lid was placed on top ready for Scott to use it as his weapon against 'Derek'. And until the mixture had been in his hand Allison had been able to bite her tongue and hold back from trying to argue against it. But now she couldn't.

"No. No, this is insane, you can't do this. You cannot go out there." She tearfully warned him.

"We can't just sit here waiting for Stiles's dad to check his messages."

"You could die. Don't you get that?" Allison shouted in a whisper as those who weren't in the couple stood by awkwardly knowing not to involve themselves. "He's killed three people."

"And we're next. Somebody has to do something." He insisted as he began walking towards the door ready to leave both the room and the argument that Allison was creating.

"Scott, just stop." She pleaded as she rushed after him. "Do you remember... Do you remember when you told me you knew whether or not I was lying? That I had a tell. So do you." Allison continued as her voice cracked and her soft brown eyes filled with tears. Even Stiles felt guilty over the girl's words as he looked across the desk to Kinsey who looked at the floor with her hands tightly gripped onto the pendant hanging from her neck. "You're a horrible liar. And you've been lying all night. Just... Just, please... Please don't go. Please don't leave us. Please." The brunette sobbed as she looked at Scott desperately. Kinsey looked up at the girl and she could see it in those eyes, this wasn't her begging the wolf to stay and choose them. It was begging him to choose her and to stay. To stay for her. It was an ultimatum. A second chance. A chance for Scott to redeem himself. But he couldn't see that. And he didn't redeem himself.

"Lock it behind me."

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They didn't know how long it had been since Scott had left.

But it had felt like forever. Yet another divide had been established since the wolf had left them in the room, their only option to wait for him to get back. If he ever did. Jackson and Lydia sat beside one another barely talking to one another- it was clear that he had taken a favor towards Allison tonight rather than the redhead herself. A favor that had been returned by the brunette. Stiles stood alone leaning against the wall beside the door waiting for Scott to return, Kinsey not far from him as she sat on the bench on the other side of the door. Allison sat beside her resting on the girl's shoulder as she silently cried knowing that when, if they got out of here tonight that she would have to do something that she didn't want to do. Kinsey knew it too. Every once in a while the brunette would look to Stiles for some reassurance, some comfort that wasn't working as well as it used to. They knew that tonight could change everything for all of them. Though she wasn't quite sure whether Stiles had caught onto the hidden message behind Allison's words, and what that would mean for them. If Allison made the decision that Kinsey suspected there would be more than just a divide in the room, but a divide in their lives. Stiles would choose Scott's side as his long-term best friend and closest confidant. Lydia and Jackson would choose Allison. And Kinsey would be expected to choose between her best friends and her cousin. But even with her relationship with the two boys, she knew that her heart rested within Allison as well as Lydia, they weren't best friends to her. They were sisters. Though she knew that she would provide her best attempt to stay between the two groups attempting not to pick a side it was clear that she would have to lean more towards one. And she knew she'd choose Allison.

It would always come down to Allison. She was her closest confidant, they were bonded for life with or without the blood that connected the two of them. And now Lydia was part of that too. In the midst of everything the three of them would always choose one another, there wasn't a doubt in any of their minds about that. Tonight was no different. The consequences that will follow tonight will be no different. Kinsey may have a growing love towards Scott and Stiles as her new best friends, but she had to stick with what she knew and what her heart told her.

Over time the five slowly gravitated back towards one another as they waited for Scott until all of them were surrounding the bench that Kinsey and Allison sat on, slightly more comforted by one another that way. Jackson and Stiles still failed to look at one another for more than a second before their blood began to boil but it was the closest the two had stood all night. It was slight progress. Slight. But it was the start to put on a united front against 'Derek' as well as all the problems that they would face following the events that took place tonight.

"I don't get it," Allison spoke softly. "I don't get why he's out there. Why he left us. And I can't... I can't stop my hands from shaking." Her voice cracked again as tears began to fill her eyes.

"It's okay," Jackson reassured the girl as he placed her hands in his rather than Allison going to Kinsey who she usually did but that wasn't the thing that took Lydia, Kinsey, and Stiles back the most. It was that Jackson was able to comfort someone at all. Or show affection. That wasn't a thing he had ever shown towards the redhead who was, you know, his girlfriend. "It's okay. It's okay. It's all gonna be okay." He spoke softly as Kinsey's lip began to curl upwards in both disgust and anger towards the blonde boy. Just seconds away from saying something to defend Lydia. How he could become more of the bad guy within hours of their conversation amazed her, she had hoped it would of inspired something inside of him not made him worsen his behavior.

Stiles grabbed a hold of the Kinsey's arm, turning her glance towards him as he shook his head knowing that she was on the verge of spitting out a string of insults towards Jackson. That shake of the head had been all Kinsey needed to know she needed to step back, or in this case, sit back as she took a deep breath to calm herself down before mouthing a thank you to Stiles. More time passed and the silence that was once established resumed as the five of them sat around in their wait for Scott, all of them knowing that an uncomfortable amount of time had passed since he had left them stranded in a chemistry lab. Though Kinsey found herself less concerned about Scott and more concerned about how she'd come to explain this when she and Allison got home, she knew that Derek would be mentioned by Allison. So her mother and uncle would be on a real hunt for the wolf if he was still alive, her cousin would be more at risk at finding out about the truth now more than ever. And Kinsey would have to accept that.

"Hey," Stiles muttered as he placed his hand on Kinsey's. "We're getting out of here."

That she wasn't so sure of.

As a loud growl echoed through the school the five teenagers were startled, Kinsey immediately covered her ears as it felt as though her eardrums were about to burst and Jackson dropped to the ground holding his neck as he screamed in pain. At that moment Kinsey did something she never expected from herself- she rushed to Jackson's aid. Both her and Lydia helped the boy from the ground as his screaming faded but his hand still tightly held his neck even after he had shrugged the two of them off insisting that he was fine. His screaming told them otherwise.

"That didn't sound okay at all." Allison pointed out.

"What's on the back of your neck?" Stiles asked curiously as he reached out to touch the boy's neck only to have his hand harshly slapped away by Jackson himself. With every question that was pointed towards the blonde boy the more aggravated he became as he began to snap at everyone around him, even Allison as she made it clear that she didn't believe that he was actually okay after the spine-chilling scream he had released. Lydia screamed at Jackson. He screamed back. Stiles stepped in to defend the redhead. Jackson screamed at him. Allison screamed to defend Stiles and Lydia. All of them began screaming at each other as though they weren't trying to hide from a psychotic werewolf/town serial killer dependent on whose side they found themselves on. And Kinsey had managed to bite her tongue until she couldn't.

"Can we all just stop arguing for like half a second?" Kinsey shouted over them all. "God it's like living with a bunch of five years olds who can't share the freaking toy pony. Or car. Whatever your freaking preference was. There are much bigger things to be worrying about right now."

"Where's Scott? He should be back by now." Allison mumbled.

"See. Bigger things." Kinsey retorted as she pointed towards the brunette.

As the sound of the lock clicking filled the awkward silence the five teenagers quickly turned to look at the door where they could barely make out the image of Scott's face through the tinted glass, but it was him. None of them doubted that. Allison quickly pushed the chair out of her way as she shouted for the boy, her fist banging against the door while Kinsey tried to jiggle the door handle. Its lack of movement confirmed that Scott had locked them in. Kinsey stepped back, pulling Allison with her as she prepared to kick down the door with her boot but as she raised her leg ready to use all of her force Lydia began shouting over her, grabbing her arm.

"Stop! Stop!" She shouted loudly causing the blonde to place her leg back down so she could see what was so urgent that Lydia needed to almost deafen her. "Do you hear that?"

In the distance, sirens began to wail. Slowly emerging closer. A sense of relief filling them all as they ran towards the window hoping to see that they were about to be rescued. A series of cop cars pulled into the parking lot placing themselves beside the Jeep and Kinsey's car if it could even be called that after what the Alpha had turned it into.

Kinsey stood out in the cold with her arms wrapped around her as she looked at the cop cars and ambulances around her, checking out those who had been trapped in the school with her tonight along with Deaton. That she certainly had to ask some questions about. She stood in the middle of the parking lot looking around, Lydia and Jackson hugging one another across the lot despite how he'd acted tonight. Something she'd never understand about the two of them. In the distance, she could see Allison and Scott, both of their hand gestures and postures making it clear that what she had thought the brunette was going to do had in fact happened. She had made the decision to cut off ties with a boy she felt as though she could no longer trust, a boy that was lying to her. But so was Kinsey. It was only a matter of time until she knew that.

"You okay?" Stiles asked as he approached the girl.

"Do you want the truth or something that will make you feel better?" Kinsey asked abruptly as she turned to him, it was clear he couldn't quite decide between the two options. But he nodded waiting for the truth. "No, I'm not okay. I've been lying to the person I love the most for weeks, the person that Allison trusts the most is me and she's wrong for doing so. I'm a liar, Stiles. Just like my mother. Just like the rest of my family. And because of my lies, she could have been killed by the very thing I'm going to be expected to hunt one day."

"None of this is your fault, Kinsey."

"Whether that's true or not. I can't do it anymore. I can't keep lying to her." Kinsey sighed as she looked at Allison across the parking lot. "I'll keep Scott's secret. But I can't be a part of all of this anymore. I can't risk losing Allison because I got myself into trouble with a werewolf. I'm sorry, Stiles. But right now I think it's best that I distance myself and support Allison. After tonight she's going to need it. And Scott's going to need you."