The Raven- Teen Wolf

Chapter 10

Jackson was pronounced dead.

Lydia wept into my shoulder. I hug her tightly, I may not be able to feel what she does but I know how much he meant to her, even when he was a conceited jerk. I want to call Allison but apparently she's off trying to kill Derek's pack and to be honest if she can so easily kill somebody innocent then I don't want her here right now.

My mind travels to the thoughts of Boyd and Erica getting killed by her. I don't know what I would do, I considered them friends, something I don't have a lot of. I don't know what I'd say to Allison, it would be a hard time even looking at her. I was only just getting to know them but they already mean a ton to me, I could say the same about Scott, Lydia, Stiles, Derek, Allison when she's not murdering people, and Isaac. Then my thoughts flow to Isaac's and I's hug and what it means. Do I want it to mean something? Do I want it to mean something to him?

Mrs. Martin comes up to us. Lydia is curled next to me with mascara running down her cheeks. She jumps up, immediately running to her mother. I know I shouldn't, but for a split second I feel a jab a jealousy. They embrace each other like a puzzle piece finally coming together. Lydia turns towards me, "Thanks, Phoebe."

"No worries," I breathe lightly, "if you need anything, I'm here, okay? So I don't care if you have to call in the middle of the night saying you need someone to talk to because I'm right here and I'm not going anywhere."

She sniffed and wiped the tears from under her eyes. She smiled the best she can. "You're a really good friend." She gave me one last quick hug before walking out with her mother.

Friend. The word makes me smile. Sure Raf is my best friend, he's my only friend to be honest, while he has so many I've only ever had him and that's good enough. But someone I've recently met calling me a friend is such a big deal for me, I can't help but feel giddy.

I looked down the hall to see Raf talking to other lacrosse players. I stroll over to him about to ask how he was doing. About this whole thing, about his ankle. Unfortunately, Scott pulled me into the boys locker room where Isaac and the Sheriff were too. There was still a good number of lacrosse boys getting changed, I adverted my eyes away from them and focused on shifting my weight from side to side.

Stiles is still missing, I have no idea where he went during the commotion and I'm guessing nobody has found him yet. "I've got to meet with the medical examiner and try to figure out what happened with Jackson. I've got an APB out on Stiles. His Jeep is still in the parking lot, so that means." He sighed in defeat, "The hell, I don't know what that means. Um, look, if he answers his phone, if he answers his emails, if any of you see him-"

"We'll call you." Isaac said gently.

Scott glanced at me then Isaac, "Look, he's probably just freaked out from all the attention or something. We'll find him."

"Yeah, I'll see you, okay?" The Sheriff mumbled sadly as he walked away.

I leaned against the cold lockers and so did Isaac, our shoulders lightly touch, its oddly soothing. I fidget with the ring on my right hand, the twisting and turning seemed to allow me to focus.

Coach walked over. "McCall. We need you on the team, okay? You know I can't put you on the field next season if you don't get your grades up."

Scott sinks back a bit. "Yeah, I know, Coach."

"All right. I mean, I- I know I yell a lot, but it's not like I hate you guys." He shrugged, "Well, I kind of hate Greenberg, but, you know... that's different. It's Greenberg! I'm just saying, we- I- need you on the team. Get your grades back up."

"I will."

"I know." Coach went from trying to be sentimental to pointing at me. "Who are you again?"