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"Well, Shit"

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"Lock it!" 

 "Does it look like I have a key?" 

 Ollie pressed his back against the door, his breathing heavy and sweat already beading on his forehead. "W-w-w-what was that?" He demanded, "I-I mean I know it was the Alpha but did it kill Derek?" 

"There was blood coming out of his mouth!" 

 "Oh, we're going to die." 

 "We need something to block the door!" 

 Stiles's head popped up at Scott's words, something obviously having caught his attention. Ollie followed his gaze, seeing that it was trained on what appeared to a be a pair of bowl-cutters that laid discarded on the grounds. His eyes widened when he realized what his friend was planning to do. "Stiles, don't-" 

 His words fell to deaf ears, as Stiles quickly ducked under Oliver's arm, throwing the door open and running outside. Oliver's entire body tensed, and as tempted as he was to yell at the other boy, he knew it would be a very stupid thing to do as that goddamn huge-ass wolf was somewhere out there. 

 Stiles picked up the cutters, before his attention was caught by a noise from the parking lot. He didn't even wait for Stiles to start running himself, darting out of the door and ignoring Scott's noise of protest. He quickly grabbed Stiles's arm, practically dragging him back into the safety of the school and shutting the door behind him. 

 "What the hell was that?" He demanded, shaking the other boy's shoulders as Scott fit their makeshift lock. "Are you trying to kill yourself? Jesus Christ, Stilinski, I will murder you if you-" 

 "Stop shaking me!" 

 He did so, reluctantly, and scowled, mumbling under his breath. "Santo mierda, they're all fucking insane-" he anxiously raised his hand through his hair, turning to Stiles and sharply poking him in the chest. "If you do anything like that again-" 

 "I got it, message recieved," Stiles raised his eyebrows, "but we should probably get the hell out of here before we become dessert."

 Ollie nodded, his heart still racing as he lead the way down the halls. He had dropped his baseball bat somewhere outside, and he was beginning to feel freaked out without it. Like, Scott could turn into a freaking werewolf if the time arrises... all he can do is occasionally get a stupid, useless, hazy glimpse of the near future... that doesn't exactly help if he is about to get maimed by a huge wolf. 

 They found the nearest classroom, shutting the door and pushing the large desk at the front of the class against it. They paused, huffing for air. Stiles was the first who spoke; "it's your boss!" 

 "What?" Scott demanded, and Oliver rolled his eyes. 

 "You know, Deaton? The guy I hit in the head with my bat? The guy who you work for? The Alpha?" 

 "He's not the Alpha," Scott denied, shaking his head. Ollie groaned, looking behind his back like the Alpha was just waiting to get his revenge for being assaulted by a teenage boy. "You didn't see him! You didn't get the chance!" 

 "Exactly! And right now, I am ninety percent sure that if I did the get the chance, I would have seen him biting my frickin' face off!" 

"Come on, Scott!" Stiles was quick to defend Ollie. "He disappears, and then that thing shows up ten seconds later to toss Derek twenty feet in the air! That's pretty convenient timing!" 

 "It's not him-" 

 "He killed Derek-" 

 "Derek's not dead!" Oliver defended, crossing his arms. The thought sounded ridiculous, Derek Hale isn't the kind of person who just... dies. Stiles shot him an annoyed look. "Blood spurted out of his mouth, Ols, that doesn't exactly classify as a minor injury-" He shook his head, "the point is, he's dead, and we're next." 

 Oliver sighed, pinching the skin between his eyebrows. This was definitely the second shittiest thing that has ever happened to him, and he was just about ready to jump out of the window to have the Alpha end his suffering. "Okay, okay just... what do we do?" 

 Stiles's expression softened, as did his tone. "We go to my Jeep, we get out of here, and Scott seriously thinks about quitting his job." 

 Scott nodded, crossing the room to try and pry one of the windows open. When his efforts proved fruitless, Stiles sighed. "They're climate controlled. They won't open." 

 "That won't be a problem," Ollie walked over to grab a chair. "This place is full of weapons, we just need to break it." 

 "Yeah, but that will make a lot of noise." 

 "So? We all play sports, we just have to ace the 'hundred meter sprint." 

 "Hey Stiles?" Scott asked from his spot peering out of the window. "What's wrong with the hood of your Jeep?" 

 Stiles, alarmed at the very prospect that something bad could have happened to his precious Jeep, ran over, almost knocking Scott over in the process of glancing out of the window. "What do you mean? There's nothing wrong with my Jeep!" 

"It looks... bent." 

 "What, you mean dented?" 

 "No, I mean bent." 

 Oliver, perplexed, leaned over Stiles's shoulder to look at the vehicle. He didn't have the super-sight that Scott did, so it took him a second to see what they were talking about. His eyebrows furrowed when he saw that, indeed, the hood of Stiles's Jeep seemed to have been bent around the edges, like someone tried to tear the hood off. "Yeah, that's definitely-" 

 Before he could finish, a loud crash was heard, and Ollie's hands darted out to protect his face, a hand tugging him over to the ground as the window shattered. A heavy object skidded against the floor, coming to a stop. 

 The boys didn't move for a second, just sat there on the floor, trying to process what just happened. Oliver moved first, standing up and slowly walking over, leaning over to glance at the box. "I... I think it's the battery to your car." 

 As soon as the words left his mouth, a stinging sensation passed through his head, and he winced, bringing his hand to his forehead, his fingers coming back coated red. A piece of the glass must've nicked him. 

 "Oh God," Scott mumbled, "We have to go now." 

 "Holy shit!" Stiles exclaimed as soon as he saw Ollie. "Dude, you're bleeding." 

 The Sanchez boy winced. "Really, Stiles? I didn't notice." He muttered, lifting up the collar of his T-shirt to try and stench the bleeding. That just made him more cold than he already was. "We have to get out of here." 

 "That thing could be right outside!" 

 "It is right outside!" 

 "Come on!" 

 The boys carefully pushed the desk out of the way, Scott peering down the hallway, before gesturing for his friends to follow him. They did so as quietly as they could, although every sound seemed to be magnified by one hundred percent. The very sound of Ollie's sneakers hitting the floor sounded like a drum solo, just ringing the dinner bell for the Alpha. 

 They turned into another hallway, and Ollie immediately froze. "Nope, not happening?" 

 Scott turned around, "what?" 

 Oliver flashed him an 'are you stupid?' look. "Dude, this is literally a hallway of windows! It's just asking to be ambushed!"

 "Every single room in this school has windows!" 

 "Well what's a room with less windows?" 

 Stiles snapped his fingers, pointing to Scott. "The locker room." 

 He nodded, "Come on." 

 Oliver rolled his eyes, but nevertheless followed. He trusted that Scott at least sort of knew what he was doing, and he knew that they were all consecutively smart enough to not walk directly into a trap. "Great, the locker room, that's exactly where I want to die." 

 He still followed, and being the last to enter the locker room, shut the door behind them. The room was so dark he could barely see his hand in front of his face, which wasn't exactly helping his nerves.

 "Call your dad," Scott whispered, earning a look from Stiles. 

 "And tell him what?" 

 "I don't know, anything! A gas leak, a fire, whatever! If that thing see's a parking lot filled with cop cars, it'll take off!" 

"Or it'll go completely Terminator and kill every cop in sight! Including my dad!"  

 "They have guns!" 

 "Yeah, and it took a shot from a wolfsbane-laced bullet to even slow Derek down!" 

 "To be fair!" Ollie piped up, holding up a finger, "Derek did almost die, and he requested for you to cut his arm off." 

 "But I didn't!" 

 "Okay," Scott began pacing, his words slurring together from how fast he was speaking. "We-we have to find a way out of here, and just make a run for it!" 

 "There is nothing around here for miles!" Oliver reminded, holding his finger to his lips to try and get Scott to shut up. "I mean, I'm a good runner, but there is no freaking way we could out run that thing!" 

 Scott's head shot up. "What about Derek's car?" 

 Stiles perked up. "That could work! We get the keys from his body, and take his car-" 

 "We take him," Ollie glared, and Stiles waved a hand in his direction. "Sure, we take him." 

Scott's entire body tensed from next to Ollie, triggering a concerned look. "What's wrong?" 

 "Did you hear that?" 

 "Hear what?" 

  "I... I heard something... oh God, hide!" 

 Ollie threw up his hands, his head anxiously whipping back and forth. "Where?" 

 "The-The lockers!"

 There did happen to be - appropriately - two lockers lined next to each other. Scott wasted no time in diving into one, as Stiles grabbed the other, holding his hand out. "Come on!" 

 "There's not enough room in that thing!" Oliver shot back, his entire body seeming to shake with anxiety. "We won't fit in it!" 

 "Yes we will! It'll just take some skill!" 

 Ollie heard the very vague sound of footsteps coming down the hall, and jumped, turning to dart around the lockers, running to the back of the room and sliding under one of the sinks, pulling his knees to his chest and holding his breath. In hindsight, he could have darted into a different locker, but the very thought made him claustrophic... this wasn't much better. 

 He had only been there for a few seconds, when he heard a low growl from somewhere beside him. He froze, all of the hair on his entire body standing straight up. He didn't dare move, even when he heard a voice talking to his friends. He just stood as still as he could, praying that whatever was in this room with him couldn't see him. 

 There were more footsteps, and then someone screamed. 

 Ollie screwed his eyes shut, mumbling an array of Spanish curse words, before crawling out from his hiding spot, grabbing the nearest lacrosse stick he could find. 

 The screaming never subsided, which only made Ollie shake more. As soon as he turned the corner, the scene in front of him almost made him throw up. 

 It was the Alpha... this horrible, enormous creature standing on it's hind legs, it's claws buried in the back of a man wearing a janitors outfit, slamming him against the door repeatedly, every bang making a shudder spread through the entire room. Ollie braced himself, adjusting his grip on the lacrosse stick, before taking a step forward and slamming it directly in to the Alpha's back. 

 The good news was, he dropped the janitor. 

 The bad news was that he was definitely dead and was thrown to the ground, knocking the door directly off of it's hinges. Even more bad news: his hit did absolutely nothing, except for breaking the lacross stick in half, and training the Alpha's attentions on to Oliver. 

 "Well shit," the boy mumbled, before crying out in pain when the Alpha lashed out it's hand, managing to swipe at Ollie's face, it's claws opening up cuts on his cheek that made him yell. "Fuck!" 

 He turned, sprinting behind another row of lockers, sprinting as fast as he could around them. The only sound that greeted him was the furious pounding of his heartbeat in his ears, and he frowned, peaking over the edge of the lockers. 

 Nothing was there. 

 He winced deeply, delicately reaching up to brush his fingers over his cheek, his face screwed up from the pain. He slowly walked over to the broken down door. 

 And he didn't know what else to do, so he just ran. 

A/N:

*dramatic Teen Wolf music intensifies*

Hi guys! This update was kind of all over the place, but we'll get some Stiles and Ollie moments next chapter! 

Today is my birthday! I knew I wanted to update these losers, because they give me so much joy <3

I posted my Richie Tozier fic! it is actually pretty similar to this one in many aspects... it would mean a lot to me if you guys would check it out, vote, and comment!

Thank you for reading, and I love you all!