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THIRD PERSON NARRATION
STILES SCRAMBLES AROUND THE DESK AND SNATCHES THE FLASHLIGHT FROM SCOTT, leaving Scott gaping at him.
⠀⠀⠀⠀Brietta, from the other side of the table, smiles and rolls her eyes before pulling Scott with her toward the window.
⠀⠀⠀⠀Brietta lets go of Scott, and he tries to pry open the window. Stiles quickly grabs Scott's arm and shakes his head, "No, they don't open. The school's climate-controlled."
⠀⠀⠀⠀Scott pauses for a moment before shrugging, "Then we break it."
⠀⠀⠀⠀Brietta purses her lips, tilting her head, "And get the Alpha's attention with all the noise?"
⠀⠀⠀⠀"Then, uh..." Scott pauses, looking out the window and into the parking lot, "Then we run really fast." Stiles and Brietta raise their eyebrows, and Scott winces slightly, looking over at Stiles' jeep, "Really fast."
⠀⠀⠀⠀Stiles and Brietta share a look, while Scott peers out of the window.
⠀⠀⠀⠀"Stiles," Scott starts, gaining Brietta and Stiles' attention, "what's wrong with the hood of your Jeep?"
⠀⠀⠀⠀Stiles snaps his head back, narrowing his eyes at Scott, "What do you mean? Nothing's wrong."
⠀⠀⠀⠀Scott shakes his head, his eyes fixed on Stiles' jeep, "It's bent."
⠀⠀⠀⠀"What, like, dented?" Stiles asks, but Scott shakes his head. Stiles and Brietta don't waste a second, and they rush to the window, looking out at Stiles' jeep.
⠀⠀⠀⠀"No, I mean bent," Scott corrects, his voice strained.
⠀⠀⠀⠀Brietta looks out and blinks rapidly, adjusting her eyes to the darkness.
⠀⠀⠀⠀When she adjusts to the darkness, her eyes widen.
⠀⠀⠀⠀Stiles' Jeep's hood is caved in and bent upwards.
⠀⠀⠀⠀Stiles gasps behind Brietta, "What the hell...?"
⠀⠀⠀⠀Suddenly, above Brietta's head, the window caves in as something gets thrown at the window.
⠀⠀⠀⠀Before she can think, Scott and Stiles grab Brietta and pull her down, their backs pressed against the wall below the windows.
⠀⠀⠀⠀Brietta blinks slowly, feeling something wet against her cheek. She reaches up to touch her cheek, but Scott's hand is already on her face, his fingers tracing the wet spot.
⠀⠀⠀⠀Brietta winces a bit, and when Scott pulls his fingers away, they're wet with a small amount of blood.
⠀⠀⠀⠀Stiles notices Scott's fingers, and his eyes widen.
⠀⠀⠀⠀He leans forward and grabs Brietta's jaw, pulling her cheek in his direction. "It's not that bad," Stiles murmurs, but his eyes are still wide.
⠀⠀⠀⠀Brietta reaches her hands up, brushing her fingers across the cut.
⠀⠀⠀⠀It's barely an inch.
⠀⠀⠀⠀Dramatic, she thinks.
⠀⠀⠀⠀Her brimming worry vanishes, and she huffs out slightly, "What the hell happened?" She balls the edge of her leather jacket and starts wiping the blood away.
⠀⠀⠀⠀The three of them look in the direction of where the item that had been thrown into the room.
⠀⠀⠀⠀In the middle of the classroom is a large, black battery.