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CHAPTER ELEVEN
NIGHT SCHOOL
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MIA'S PULSE WAS RACING. She just had a front row seat to watch Derek Hale get killed by the alpha. He may have been a pain in the ass and her stalker, but he was also a friend.

She stood behind Stiles and Scott as they tried to lock the doors behind them. They were speaking in panicked voices as Mia tried to process what had just happened. The brunette was snapped out of her thoughts when her twin walked out of the building.

"Stiles what the hell are you doing?" Mia almost ran out of the school after him, but Scott wrapped his arm around her waist to prevent her from putting herself in danger. "Scott let me go, Stiles could get hurt!"

She struggled against his grip before stopping. Her gaze had found the alpha, who was hiding behind Roscoe.

"Scott, he's gonna get hurt." Mia's voice was laced with panic as she stared at her brother, who hadn't noticed the alpha. "Stiles!"

Using his free hand, Scott began to bang on the window while calling out his best friend's name. He knew that he had to protect Mia, even if she was still angry with him. The teen wolf would never forgive himself if she got hurt because of him.

Their shouts caused the older Stilinski to face them before turning toward his car, and his gaze found the alpha, who was running toward him on all fours. He quickly turned from the alpha and ran to the door with the bolt cutter in his hand.

Stiles opened the door, ran inside and used the bolt cutters as a temporary way to lock the doors. Mia let out a sigh of relief at the sight of her twin. The teen wolf released his grip on his best friend, who weakly smiled at him.

The trio was panting as they looked through the glass panes on the doors for the alpha. They slowly backed away from the doors, but stayed in line with each other.

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

"Probably not." Stiles' answer made Mia's nerves skyrocket. She didn't want to be back at school after dark, and she sure as hell didn't want to become a chew toy for the alpha.

The three teens turned around and stared down the dark halls of their school, and began to run at the sound of the alpha howling.

Mia followed the two boys into a classroom and stayed back as they began to barricade the door with the teacher's desk. Her heart was pounding against her chest as Stiles stopped moving the desk.

"The door's not gonna keep it out," Stiles explained.

"I know," Scott said with a sigh.

"It's your boss." Stiles stated, earning a confused look from Scott. "Deaton, the alpha? Your boss."

"No."

"Yes," Stiles replied. "Murdering psycho werewolf."

"I actually liked Deaton," Mia sighed. She had always had good experiences with her friend's boss, especially when she would swing by Scott's job to pick him up.

"That can't be," Scott denied.

"Oh come on," Stiles scoffed. "He disappears, and that thing shows up ten seconds later to toss Derek twenty feet through the air? That's not convenient timing?"

"I'm with Stiles," Mia spoke up. Both boys looked at her with vastly different expressions. Stiles looked proud that his twin agreed with him while Scott looked hurt at her words. "It makes sense, but it's almost too good to be true."

Stiles' proud look fell from his face at his twin's words.

"It's not him," Scott denied.

"He killed Derek," Stiles stated.

"I actually liked Derek, even though he was a bit of a stalker." Mia shrugged her shoulders at Scott's expression.

"No, Derek's not dead. He can't be dead."

"Scooter, there was blood coming out of his mouth," Mia explained. "When that happens to people, they normally don't survive."

"He's dead, and we're next." Stiles pointed at Scott, who hit his hands against the desk.

"Okay, just," Scott panted. "What do we do?"

"I vote that we get the hell out of here," Mia suggested.

"We get to my Jeep, we get out of here, you seriously think about quitting your job, good?"

"I like that plan." Mia held up her hand with a small smile. "Let's go."

With that, Stiles and Mia led the way to the windows in hopes of being able to see Roscoe. Scott attempted to open the window, only to be shut down by Stiles.

"The school's climate-controlled," Stiles explained.

"Then we break it," Scott suggested with a hopeful look.

"And then we make a sign for the alpha that says We're here, come and get us!" Mia face palmed. "That would make too much noise."

She looked out the window and prayed that the alpha was as far away from Roscoe as possible. If anything happened to that Jeep, she would lose it.

"Then we run really fast." Scott's suggestion made Mia scoff. She knew she could outrun her brother, but there was no way she could outrun the alpha. "Really fast."

Mia turned away from the windows and started to pace the classroom. She needed to get out of this school as soon as possible, but with a psychotic alpha running around, that didn't seem very possible.

"Stiles, what's wrong with the hood of your Jeep?" Scott's voice was laced with confusion as he looked at the hood of the powder blue Jeep. It was dented as if someone had purposely tore it open.

"What do you mean?" Stiles asked as he moved to the window. "Nothing's wrong."

"It's bent," Scott explained, causing Mia to move toward the window.

"Dented?" Stiles pushed Scott out of the way, only to be pushed aside by his sister.

"No, I mean bent."

"What the hell happened to my baby?" Mia demanded as her eyes fell upon her brother's Jeep. "I'm gonna kill whoever did that."

The trio jumped as something was thrown through the window. They ducked down in hopes of protecting themselves from the shattered glass that was surrounding them.

Mia looked up and saw the battery of her brother's Jeep sitting on the floor in front of them. Her heart dropped at the sight of the very necessary part of her brother's car on the floor.

"That bastard is going to die!" Her eyes were filled with anger as her twin stared at the Jeep's battery.

"That's my battery." Stiles pointed to the object that sat on the floor in front of the trio.

He moved to get up, only to be roughly pulled back down by the teen wolf.

"We have to move." Stiles explained as he looked between Scott and Mia.

"He could be right outside," Scott whispered.

"He probably is right outside." Mia snapped in a low tone.

"Just let me take a look." Scott looked out the window as the twins waited for him to say anything.

"Anything?" The twins asked in unison.

"No," the teen wolf responded.

"Move now?"

"Move now," Scott said. The trio stood up from their hiding place and walked out of the classroom.

They moved through the halls of the school, looking for somewhere that would provide more protection from the alpha.

"We need to find somewhere without windows," Mia suggested. Her suggestion led to Scott letting out a sigh as he turned to face her.

"Every room in this building has windows."

"Or somewhere with less windows." Stiles turned to face the duo.

Mia listened to Scott pant as he attempted to think of a place to hide in the building.

"The locker room."

"You mean the boy's locker room?" Mia's eyes widened at the thought of entering the boy's locker room. She had never been inside of it due to the fact that she was a girl. "You want us to go into the locker room?"

"Yes," Stiles sighed. He knew that his sister was shocked at Scott's suggestion. "Let's go."

The two boys grabbed hold of Mia's arms and pulled her down the hall toward the locker room. Scott pushed open the door to the room and Stiles closed it while Mia prayed that the alpha had just decided to leave the school.

"Call your dad," Scott said.

"And tell him what?"

"I don't know, anything," Scott answered.

"Gas leak, a fire, whatever." Scott's list of suggestions did nothing to settle Mia's nerves about being trapped in the school with a psychotic werewolf. "If that thing sees the parking lot filled with cop cars, it'll take off."

"What if it doesn't?" Mia snapped. "Then our dad and all the other cops become targets. He could be attacked by the freaking bastard alpha. I'm not calling him."

"They have guns," Scott shrugged.

"Yeah, and Derek had to be shot with a wolfsbane-laced bullet to even slow him down, you remember that?" Stiles grabbed his sister's hand and let out a breath. He couldn't risk losing his father, and knew that Mia would never be the same if they lost both of their parents.

"Then we," Scott panted, "we have to. We have to find a way out and just run for it."

Mia and Stiles noticed a flaw in their best friend's escape plan.

"There's nothing near the school for at least a mile," Stiles pointed out.

"What about Derek's car?"

"If we take that, I call driving it." Mia smiled at the thought of driving Derek's beautiful car, but then frowned at the thought of her favorite stalker.

"We go outside, we get the keys off his body, ugh, and then we take his car." Stiles smiled at his plan.

"And him," Scott insisted.

"Fine," Stiles rolled his eyes. "Whatever."

The trio began to walk around the locker room, and only stopped when Scott heard something moving.

"What is it?" Mia whispered, only to be shushed by her best friend.

They slowly backed away from the door and turned the flashlight so it wouldn't give away their location.

"Hide," Scott whispered.

Stiles opened a locker and entered it, ignoring the protests of his best friend and twin. With a shrug of her shoulders, Mia mimicked her brother's actions and entered a locker in the same row. As she pulled the metal door closed, Scott entered the locker across from hers and her brother's.

Mia tried to get a good look at whatever was outside through the slits in the locker. Luck didn't seem to be in her favor as the room was too dark to see anything.

She heard the door open and covered her mouth in fear. She didn't want to die, especially in her high school. Her heart dropped when someone walked in front of her hiding spot and stopped in front of Scott's locker.

A locker door slammed against another one, and she let out a yelp of surprise. She heard Stiles open his door and jump out, which prompted her to open her door.

The three teens attempted to silence the night janitor, who had screamed at the sight of the teenagers hiding in lockers.

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

The older man gestured for the three teens to exit through the door.

"Just listen for half a second, okay?"

"Not okay," the janitor responded. "Get the hell out of here right now."

The man pushed the teens out of the locker room, causing the Stilinski twins to stumble.

"God, just one second to explain," Stiles said in an aggravated tone.

"Just shut up and go." After finishing his sentence, the janitor was pulled back and the door was slammed shut. He let out a yell of fear as he was slammed against the door. His hands left bloody prints all over the glass.

The three teens watched in horror as he was pulled away from the door again. When he began to bang on the glass, Scott moved to try and open the door, only to be pulled away by the twins.

The trio ran away from the door as fast as they could. They were running on pure adrenaline and fear as they raced down the halls of their school.

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Mia slammed her shoulder against the doors of the school. The pain was worse than before, and she assumed that was because her twin had decided to do the same thing.

"What the hell is behind this?"

Scott poked his head in between the doors in hopes of being able to answer Mia's question, and saw what was on the other side.

"It's a dumpster," Scott explained.

"He pushed it in front of the door," Stiles sighed.

"To block us in."

"Great, we're trapped with the freaking alpha," Mia groaned as her twin continued to push against the door in hopes of moving the dumpster.

"Stop." Scott pulled the human boy away from the door as Mia watched.

"I refuse to die in this damned school." Mia said as she walked alongside her twin. "I would rather die anywhere else."

"Neither am I," Stiles responded.

"We're not going to die," Scott said.

The trio continued walking, and the twins seemed annoyed by the night's events.

"What's he doing?"

"What does he want?"

The twins turned to face their friend, who responded with one simple word.

"Me." His voice was filled with panic as he began to explain his answer. "Derek says it's stronger with a pack."

"Yeah, great." Stiles groaned. "A psychotic werewolf who's into teamwork. That's, that's beautiful."

Scott held out his arm and stopped the twins as he turned to face the window. It took Mia a second, but then her eyes found what he was staring at. The alpha.

"Fuck." She whispered as it began to run toward them.

Scott wrapped his hand around her wrist and pulled the brunette behind him. They ran away from the windows and heard a loud crash behind them. The alpha roared as it chased them through the halls of the school.

The next few minutes felt like a blur. Mia didn't know where the boys were leading her, but she had somehow wound up in the basement and was now hiding behind some broken lockers.

Her heart was beating at a mile a minute and she could only imagine how bad that was for them. The alpha could probably hear her heartbeat and hers would give their location away.

She took deep breaths while trying to avoid thinking about the giant alpha that wanted to kill them. Her hand was still clasped in Scott's, and for the first time that night, she seemed to be calming down.

That moment of peace was short lived. The alpha entered the basement and prowled around in search of the trio. Mia could feel her heart pound against her chest as Scott peered out from behind the locker. She chose to ignore her brother, who was silently asking their best friend what he had seen.

Her twin grabbed her hand with his and pulled her away from Scott. The duo walked in front of the werewolf as they tried to find a better place to remain hidden.

"Okay, we have to do something," Stiles said.

"Like what?"

"How about not die?" Mia suggested with a sarcastic smirk.

"Kill it, hurt it, inflict mental anguish on it." Mia rolled her eyes at her twin's suggestions. "Something."

The three teens jumped at the sound of glass shattering. Mia's eyes widened at the sound of the alpha growling in the distance. She could hear Stiles grabbing his keys from his pocket, and gave him a concerned look as he held them in the air.

He tossed them into the boiler room before pushing Mia and Scott away from the doors. The alpha ran into the room in hopes of finding the teens, and using their advantage, Stiles closed the metal door on him.

He called for Mia to help him hold the door while Scott moved the desk to block it. Mia moved from her spot at the door and stood next to the teen wolf as the alpha attempted to open the door.

Her hand grabbed Scott's in fear as she saw the alpha's red eyes glowing in the darkness.

"He can't," Scott whispered with a smile.

"Come on," Stiles urged. He needed to know that Mia and Scott would be safe, but that meant crossing the desk, right in front of the alpha.

Scott hopped over the desk first before turning around to face his best friend. He could hear her heart pounding against her chest, and he could smell her fear.

"It's okay Mia," he whispered. Scott climbed back on the desk, ignoring Stiles' protests, and wrapped his arms around Mia's torso before picking her up. He placed her down next to her twin, and when he was sure she was steady, he stepped down from the desk.

Mia took a second to breathe as her twin moved closer to the door.

"What are you doing?"

"I just wanna get a look at it," Stiles explained.

For a split second, Mia was about to agree with her twin, but then realized that the alpha would probably kill them both.

"Are you crazy?" Scott turned away from Stiles and faced Mia. "You better not agree with him."

The brunette held her hands up in surrender as her twin began to talk.

"Look, it's trapped, okay?" Stiles shrugged. "It's not gonna get out."

The oldest of the trio climbed on the desk and put his face close to the small chained opening on the door in hopes of seeing the alpha. Mia rubbed her hand across her face as her twin decided to start taunting the alpha.

"Yeah, that's right, we got you," Stiles taunted.

"Will you shut up!" Scott whispered.

"I'm not scared of this thing," Stiles responded.

"And yet you were scared of Derek," Mia sighed. "This thing killed Derek!"

The alpha banged against the door, which caused Stiles to fall back from where he was kneeling. They stared at the door as the werewolf behind it growled.

"I'm not scared of you." Stiles called out, and Mia face palmed at her brother's words. "Right, 'cause you're in there, and we're out here. And you're not going any-"

Stiles was cut off by something crashing to the ground. The three teens moved their gaze to the ceiling as they noticed the ceiling tiles bend and crack from the weight of the alpha. A panel fell to the floor and the three teens left the room as fast as they could.

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Mia rested her hands on her knees as she tried to catch her breath. She felt her twin rubbing circles in between her shoulder blades. The trio had stopped running when Scott claimed to hear a phone ringing in the distance.

"I know that ring. It's Allison's phone."

After being on the receiving end of Scott's puppy dog eyes, Mia handed him her phone so he could call his girlfriend. She listened to him ask her where she was in a frantic tone, and knew that he just wanted to protect Allison.

But it seemed that everything was about Allison for the teen wolf. It seemed that she mattered more to him than his two best friends, and that hurt Mia.

"Get to the lobby, go now."

With that, Scott led the trio to the school's lobby so they could protect Allison from the alpha.

Mia entered the lobby after the two boys, and was able to watch the couple talk about why Allison had even been in the school building.

"Because you asked me to," Allison responded.

"I asked you to?" Scott was confused, as were the twins. Scott had broken his phone. There was no way for him to text Allison, and he would never endanger the girl.

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

"Because I didn't."

"Did you drive here?" Stiles questioned.

"Jackson did."

"Great he's here too," Mia said with a roll of her eyes.

"And Lydia, what's going on?" Allison wanted to know what was going on, and Mia didn't blame her. "Who sent this text?"

Her phone started to ring, so the taller brunette answered it and began to talk with whoever was on the other line. As Allison did that, Mia pulled out her phone and opened her messages.

TO: Posh Spice

Where are you??

As she clicked send, the doors to her left opened, revealing Lydia and Jackson.

"Finally," Lydia sighed. "Can we go now?"

Allison nodded at the annoyed strawberry blonde. A thud from above the six teens caused them all to look at the ceiling. Mia, Stiles and Scott nervously glanced at each other before making a quick decision.

"Run!" Scott led the group with Allison by his side. The twins followed behind him, and they were followed by Jackson and Lydia. They were quick enough to ascend the stairs before the alpha broke through the ceiling, giving them a minuscule head start.

The growling of the alpha seemed to push Mia's adrenaline to an all time high as she sprinted through the halls of the school. They entered the cafeteria and locked the doors. Scott turned to Jackson and asked for help moving something in front of the door while the twins stared at the wall of windows.

"Scooter, this isn't the best place to be," Mia called out.

"What was that? Scott, what was that?" Allison asked.

"What came out of the ceiling?" Lydia's voice was higher than normal due to her fear.

"Will you just help me?" Scott grunted as he and Jackson moved a machine in front of the doors. "The chairs, stack the chairs."

"Guys," Mia said in a somewhat calm tone.

"You guys, listen to us," Stiles called out.

"Hello?" Mia watched as their friends tried to barricade the door.

"Guys," Stiles sighed. "Stiles and Mia talking here."

"Can you guys just stop?" Mia questioned as she grew more agitated with the group of teens barricading the doors.

She looked at her twin before letting out a shrill whistle.

"GUYS!" Stiles shouted. The quartet closest to the door turned to face the twins. "Great work, really."

"Did you even notice the twenty foot wall of windows?" Mia pointed toward the wall behind her.

"Can somebody please explain to me what's going on?" Allison pleaded as she turned to the teenage werewolf. "Because I'm freaking out here, and I would like to know why. Scott?"

Scott rushed away from her and moved toward the twins in hopes of avoiding her questions. Mia gave him a sad smile as she chose to ignore the look of irritation on Jackson's face.

"Somebody killed the janitor," Stiles explained in a grave tone.

"What?" The word instantaneously slipped from Lydia's lips.

"He's dead," Mia whispered. She looked up at Lydia for a split second before moving her gaze to the floor.

"What are they talking about? Is this a joke?" Allison was appalled at the information the twins had shared.

"What, who killed him?" Jackson was confused at the twins words.

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

Jackson cut her off.

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

"Who was it? What does he want? What's happening?" Allison was nearly in tears. "Scott!"

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

"Us?" Lydia's voice was filled with fear. "He's gonna kill us?"

"Who?" Allison demanded. She turned to face the twins, hoping for one of them to answer. "Who is it?"

"I don't know," Mia whispered.

"It's Derek. It's Derek Hale."

Scott chose to blame Derek, who had been killed by the alpha. He could have easily said that it was someone they didn't know, but he blamed the only other person who knew about the alpha.

"Derek killed the janitor?" Jackson asked as Mia pulled Scott aside.

"You blamed a dead man." She glared at her best friend. "He was going to help you get control and you blame him?"

She walked away from her best friend and stood next to her twin. Jackson noticed her angry demeanor as she returned from speaking to Scott.

"Are you sure?" Allison asked.

"I saw him."

"The mountain lion," Lydia trailed off.

"No. Derek killed them," Scott answered with a raised voice.

"All of them?"

"Yeah," Scott answered. "Starting with his own sister."

"And the bus driver?" Allison whispered.

"And the guy in the video store." Scott's voice was filled with panic. "It's been Derek the whole time. He's in here with us. And if we don't get out now, he's going to kill us too."

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"Call the cops," Jackson demanded.

"No." Mia's answer was short and simple.

"What do you mean, no?"

"She means no." Stiles snapped. "You want to hear it in Spanish? Noh."

"Derek killed three people. We don't know what he's got on him." Mia snapped at the cocky jock.

"Your dad is armed with the entire sheriff's department." Jackson's voice was filled with anger. "Call him."

"I'm calling." Lydia pulled out her phone and started to dial the station.

"Lydia, trust me," Mia pleaded.

"Yes, we're at Beacon Hills High School. We're trapped, and we need you to," Lydia trailed off. "But-"

She pulled the phone away from her head and turned to the group.

"She hung up on me."

"The police hung up on you?" Allison's voice was filled with disbelief.

"She said they got a tip warning them that there are gonna be prank calls about a break-in at the high school." Lydia explained in a whisper. "She said if I call again that they're gonna trace it and have me arrested."

"Okay, then call again," Allison replied.

"They won't trace a cell," Mia explained. "And they'll send a car to your house before they send anyone here."

Allison began to ramble through her tears. She was clearly freaking out about everything that was going on.

"Why's everyone looking at me?" Scott questioned.

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

"No. I mean, I don't know."

"Is he the one who called the police?" Lydia pressed again.

"I don't know!" Scott snapped. Allison's expression was filled with hurt as she looked at the McCall boy.

Scott turned to talk to Stiles, leaving Mia to deal with the three teens who were oblivious to the supernatural community in Beacon Hills.

"Why does he want to kill us?" Allison pleaded. She was looking at Mia with a broken expression. "Mia please."

"I don't know," Mia whispered. She may not be friends with the brunette, but her heart broke at the sight of her tear stricken face.

"Okay assheads. New plan," Jackson spoke up. "Mia and Stiles call their useless dad and tell him to send someone with a gun and decent aim. Are we good with that?"

"Call my dad useless again and I'll kill you Whittemore." Mia glared at the jock. She was ignoring her twin and best friend as she thought of ways to hurt Jackson.

"Alright, give me the phone." Jackson reached for Stiles, only to be pushed back by Mia.

The smaller brunette pulled her fist back and punched the jock in the nose. He dared to touch her brother, and that would never sit right with the younger Stilinski.

"Jackson!" Allison cried out as Jackson stumbled back. "Are you okay?"

Mia was seething. She refused to put up with Jackson insulting her father or harming her brother.

"Back the fuck off Whittemore."

She didn't care that her actions might make her lose her friendship with Lydia and the possible friendship of Allison. If she had a choice, she would always protect her family, even if that meant losing a friend because of it.

Stiles was calling their father as Mia just glared at the Whittemore boy from where she stood. She could faintly hear him talking, but the buzzing in her ears prevented her from picking up anything he was saying.

Her attention snapped away from Jackson when the alpha banged on the cafeteria doors. She moved to stand between her twin and best friend as they backed away from the doors.

Stiles started to talk about the kitchen door and how it led to the stairwell, which conveniently only went up. Mia spun on her heel and ran toward the kitchen door, throwing it open when she finally got there.

"Come on!"

She ran up the stairs and led the group into the chemistry classroom. They closed the door behind them and used a chair to try and jam the handle.

The six teens tried to catch their breaths as their pulses raced. Mia watched Scott lean forward as if in pain, and placed a hand on his shoulder. She felt her heart stop when the alpha walked in front of the door, and let out a sigh of relief when it continued walking past them.

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

"Five, if someone squeezes on someone's lap."

"Five? I barely fit in the back." Allison whispered harshly. "And if you haven't noticed, we have six people here."

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

"What about this?" Scott raced toward the door at the end of the classroom. "It leads to the roof, we can go down the fire escape to the parking lot in like seconds."

Mia rolled her eyes as she noticed what Scott had failed to on the door.

"That's a deadbolt Scooter," she explained. "Which means we can't get out without the keys."

"The janitor has a key."

Mia's eyes widened at his insinuation. There was no way in hell she would let him put himself on the line for a stupid key.

"You mean his body has it," Stiles replied.

"I can get it," Scott whispered.

"No," Mia bluntly replied. "No, no, no. Have I said no?"

"I can find him by scent, by blood."

"Well, gee, that sounds like an incredibly terrible idea." Stiles looked at his twin. "I'm with Mia. What else you got?"

Scott sighed before responding to the twins.

"I'm getting the key."

"Like hell you are," Mia snapped. "I'm not letting you leave here to become the alpha's little bitch. No thanks."

He walked away from the twins, who turned to face him in disbelief.

Mia watched him talk to Allison and claim that this was the best plan they had.

"Someone has to get the key if we want to get out of here."

"You can't go out there unarmed," Allison protested.

"I'm with Allison." Mia waved her hand to get the group's attention.

Scott grabbed a pointer stick off the blackboard and when he saw the look on Mia's face, he put the terrible weapon down.

"It's better than nothing."

"There's gotta be something else," Stiles sighed.

"There is," Lydia spoke up, causing all heads to turn to her.

"What are we gonna do?" Stiles asked. "Throw acid on him?"

"Stiles, shut up," Mia slapped her brother's shoulder for his comment.

"No, like a fire bomb," Lydia explained. "In there is everything you need to make a self-igniting Molotov cocktail."

"Self-igniting?" Stiles spoke slowly.

"Molotov cocktail."

The group stared at Lydia with confusion etched upon each face except for Mia's, which was filled with pride. She knew that the strawberry blonde was a genius, and now was her time to shine.

"What?" Lydia asked. "I read it somewhere."

"We don't have a key for that either," Stiles let out a disappointed sigh. Jackson rolled his eyes before slamming his elbow into the glass of the cabinet, shattering the glass.

The group watched Lydia mix the chemicals together in one of the beakers. Mia leaned against the chalk board and watched as Lydia asked for Jackson to pass her the sulfuric acid. He handed her a bottle and Lydia finished mixing the cocktail before handing it to Scott.

"No. No, this is insane. You can't do this," Allison protested. "You cannot go out there."

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

"You could die." Allison leaned closer to the boy. "Don't you get that. He's killed three people."

"And we're next," Scott replied. Mia rolled her eyes at his response. "Somebody has to do something."

"Scott, just stop." Allison moved to block his path to the door. "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. You're a horrible liar."

Allison had tears streaming down her cheeks, and it hurt Mia to see her breaking.

"And you've been lying all night. Just," Allison trailed off. "Just please, please don't go."

Mia looked away from Allison to see Jackson smirking at the duo. She wanted to punch him again just to get that smug smirk off his face. He was taking joy in this whole situation.

"Wipe that smirk from your face before I do it for you." Mia glared at the jock, who rolled his eyes at the shorter girl. Her knuckles still stung from the last punch, but she would gladly deal with more pain if it meant that Jackson would be hurt.

When she looked away from Jackson, Allison was kissing Scott, and her heart broke. It was stupid. She shouldn't be feeling this way toward her best friend, but here she was.

Stiles moved to wrap his arm around his sister, knowing that she was hurting. It was almost like there was an ache in his chest at the sight of Scott and Allison together. It was as if he felt what Mia was feeling.

"It'll be okay," he whispered. "It'll be okay soon."

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Mia was blocking out Allison's voice. She couldn't listen to the taller brunette worrying about Scott anymore. Her mind was already filled with worry for the teen wolf, but she had faith that Scott would be able to handle himself.

She was standing farthest from Lydia, and noticed the strawberry blonde's agitation at the close proximity of her boyfriend and best friend. Mia wasn't stupid, she noticed the looks Jackson was giving Allison all night.

Mia started to count the tiles on the ceiling as Lydia asked Jackson about sulfuric acid.

Jackson dropped to the ground and started shouting while clutching the back of his neck. He was agony on the floor as the Stilinski twins noticed the claw marks on the back of his neck.

They shared a look as Lydia and Allison crouched down beside the lacrosse team captain in hopes of helping him. The two girls helped him stand up as the twins watched him stagger away from the girls.

He claimed to be fine, but Mia had a feeling that he was lying.

"That didn't sound okay at all," Allison said.

"What's on the back of your neck?" Stiles asked while pointing toward the team captain's neck, only to get his arm smacked out of the way.

"Touch my brother again and I'll give you another black eye Whittemore," Mia threatened. She knew for a fact that he remembered the last time she gave him a black eye.

He glared at the short brunette before turning to his girlfriend.

"I said I'm fine."

"It's been there for days, he won't tell me what happened." Lydia remarked.

"As if you actually care."

Jackson's words made Mia grow more protective of the strawberry blonde standing to her left.

"She does care," Mia snapped. "You're the jackass who doesn't."

Sensing that Mia would probably wind up in another fight, Stiles spoke up.

"All right, can we not argue for half a second?"

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

"He's probably on his way," Mia said with a sigh. She knew that he wouldn't do anything to put them in danger.

Her thoughts were cut off at the sound of a key leaving the door. Allison and Mia rushed to the door in hopes of seeing the teen wolf.

"Scott!" The two girls yelled in unison.

Mia was too focused on the silhouette of her friend retreating from the door to pay attention to the conversations happening behind her.

"Scott please," Mia pleaded as Allison banged on the door.

"Stop," Lydia called out. "Listen."

As the teens silenced themselves, they heard what Lydia wanted them to hear. Sirens. They rushed to the window and peered out of it to see multiple cars from the sheriff's department outside.

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"You sure it was Derek Hale?" Mia's father asked as he led the trio out of the building.

"Yes."

"I saw him too," Stiles chimed in.

"Mia?"

All eyes were on the brunette, who slowly nodded at her father. She didn't want to blame an innocent man, but if she disagreed with her best friends, they could get in even more trouble.

"What about the janitor?" Scott asked.

"We're still looking." The sheriff's voice was glum as he wished he could give the kids better news.

"Did you check under the bleachers? Under them?"

"Yeah Scott, we looked." Noah Stilinski answered as he continued walking. "We pulled them out just like you asked, there's nothing."

"I'm not making this up."

"I know, I believe you, I do." The sheriff turned to face his children and their best friend.

"No you don't." Scott complained as he looked the sheriff in the eye. "You have this look like you feel bad for me. Like you wanna believe me, but I know you don't."

"Listen," the sheriff looked around. "We're gonna search this whole school. We're gonna find him. Okay? I promise."

A deputy called for Mia's father, so he left the teenage trio with four words.

"Stay." He pointed to Scott before turning to his twins. "All of you."

Mia groaned as he walked away from them. She had no desire to stay there for any longer than necessary.

"Well, we survived dude," said Stiles. "We outlasted the alpha. It's still good, right?" He turned to face his sister, who had a sad look on her face. "Being alive?"

"When we were in the chemistry room, he walked right by us," Scott began. "You don't think that it heard us? You don't think it knew exactly where we were?"

"Well then how come we're still alive?"

"I think it's dumb luck," Mia muttered to herself.

"It wants me in its pack," Scott raised his voice. "But I think, first, I have to get of my old pack."

Mia and Stiles looked confused at Scott's wording.

"What do you mean? What old pack?" Stiles asked.

"Allison, Jackson, Lydia." Scott began. "Both of you."

Mia's heart dropped. The alpha wanted Scott to get rid of his old pack, and according to Scott, she was part of it.

"The alpha doesn't want to kill us, does he?" Mia asked. She looked from her brother to Scott, who had a dark expression on his face.

"He wants me to do it." Scott turned away from his best friends. "And that's not even the worst part."

"How in holy hell is that not the worst part, Scott?" Stiles exclaimed in frustration.

"Because when he made me shift," Scott began. "I wanted to do it."

He turned to face his two best friends, who just stared at him.

"I wanted to kill you. All of you."

Mia's heart broke as she stayed in place while Scott and Stiles walked to go and see Deaton, who was in the back of an ambulance. She didn't want to deal with the fact that Deaton could be the alpha, so she just sat on the railing and stared at the stars until her father helped her up. He walked with her toward the car and helped her into the back seat, where she waited for Scott.

When the teenage werewolf returned to the Stilinski family, Mia could see the heartbreak on his face. He slid into the seat next to her and rested his head against hers.

"Scott?" The boy simply hummed in response, not feeling up to talking. "I know I took forever, but I forgive you. For everything."

With that, she placed a small peck on his cheek to show that she truly forgave him.

"She broke up with me."

"It'll be okay," Mia whispered. "You've got Stiles and I, and we won't let you go."

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Author's Note

LONGEST! CHAPTER! EVER! 6,635 WORDS!! I hope you all enjoyed this extra long chapter. Let me know what you think of everything so far! Don't forget to vote and comment!!

- Daniella

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PUBLISHED: June 25, 2020

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