𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 | derek hale [ON HOLD]

26 | m a s t e r p l a n

I run into the locker room to see Noah and a bunch of other policemen talking to the players and Bobby. I can't see Stiles but I find Scott... and Isaac!

"Isaac! You stayed!" I cry with joy as I pull him into a fierce hug.

"Yeah, Hana. I'm staying," he smiles as he wraps his arms around me.

"I got to meet with the medical examiner and try to figure out what happened with Jackson," Noah sighs as he talks to Scott.

"Wait, what happened with Jackson?" I glance between the 3 guys.

"Gerard had him stab himself with his claws," Isaac whispers to me.

Oh my god. That's horrible! Poor Jackson. I hope he's ok. The fact that Gerard made him do this makes my blood boil.

"I've got an APB out on Stiles-"

"Wait, what happened to Stiles?" I ask, beginning to panic.

If he's hurt...

"His jeep is still in the parking lot, so that means..." Noah stops in an attempt to regain his composure, but it fails. "Well, I don't know what that means." I let go of Isaac and wrap my arms around him in support. Noah accepts my hug with a defeated sigh.

"I'll find him, Noah. I will," I vow to him. "We'll find him if it's the last thing I do."

"Thanks Hana," he tries to smile. We pull apart and I go back to Isaac. "Look, if he answers his phone, if he answers his emails, if either one of you see him..."

"We'll call you," Isaac assures him.

"Look, he's probably just freaked out by all the attention or something," Scott tries to calm him down. Isaac and I share a look, both of us knowing that that's just wishful thinking. "We'll find him."

"Yeah," Noah nods, tears in his eyes. "I'll see you, ok?" He walks away to talk to one of the deputies.

I can't imagine what Noah must be feeling right now. Stiles is his only child, and he loves that boy with all his heart. Stiles is his entire life. The thought of something bad happening to him? It crushes me. I can't even begin to imagine how Noah feels.

"He's not fine," I sigh to Isaac as Bobby approaches us.

"McCall," Bobby takes a deep breath. "We need you on the team, ok? You know I can't put you on the field next season if you don't get your grades up."

"Yeah, I know, Coach," Scott defeatedly says.

"All right," Bobby moves to walk away but he turns back to him. "I mean, I know I yell a lot, but it's not like I hate you guys. Well, I kind of hate Greenburg, but you know... that's different. It's Greenburg." I chuckle at that. "I'm just saying we... I need you on the team. Get your grades back up."

"I will," Scott promises.

"I know," Bobby nods, walking away. We watch as the locker room clears out, people exhausted and ready to leave from the game's events.

"Is that everyone?" Scott asks once it's only us left.

"I think so," I nod as Isaac and I look around the room. We hear the sound of metal screeching and we turn back to see Scott rummaging throughStiles's locker, its door bent on the floor.

"You're going to find him by scent?" Isaac stares at him as if he's crazy.

"Yeah. We both are," Scott replies, turning back to face us with one of Stiles's shirts and a shoe in his hand. He hands the shoe to Isaac.

All of a sudden, I get this nagging feeling like I'm forgetting something. But what?

"But how come you get his shirt and I get a shoe?" Isaac grimaces. Scott gets a confused look on his face and Isaac and I glance up to see Derek standing behind us.