Dylan O'Brien Imagines

I'll Find You-Stiles Stilinski

Stiles's POV

I was walking down the school hallway and I stopped in front of Y/N's locker. People had put loving notes, pictures and flowers on her locker. I tried, but failed to stop the tear that streamed down my cheek as I saw a picture of the three of us Scott must have taped up.

"Hey." I jumped as Scott put his hand on my shoulder.

"Where the hell could she be?" I asked, turning back to look at the pictures.

"Stiles," Scott sighed. "She's going to be okay. Your dad is out looking for her now and Derek and I will search for her tonight during the full moon. We are going to find her. I promise."

"But we don't even know who or what took her," I said turning away from Y/N's locker. "How are we going to find her when we don't even know when or why she went missing?"

The bell rang, causing us to turn and head towards the locker room. I didn't care about school right now. All I cared about was finding Y/N, so I kept talking to Scott as we walked.

"We've been to her room a thousand times and you have never picked up a strange scent. My dad and Parrish still can't find any evidence. Her parents have no idea what is going on because they are in some weird trance where they believe she never existed. I mean, it's like they completely forgot about her."

"Maybe someone or something is trying to erase her" Scott shrugged.

"Erase her? That doesn't make any sense. You and I still remember her. So does the entire school. Everyone still remembers her except for her parents. It doesn't make any sense."

"Hey guys," Isaac said as we walked into the locker room.

"Hey," Scott greeted as I continued to rant about how we can't find Y/N.

"What if someone took her? What if she's hurt? What if Y/N isn't even in Beacon Hills?"

"She is," Isaac shrugged as he put stuff into his locker.

"Wait, what?" I asked, quickly looking at him.

"How do you know?" Scott asked.

"I caught her scent when I was walking to school this morning." He said as he nonchalantly changed into his lacrosse jersey. He stopped when he noticed us still staring at him. "What?"

"You caught her scent?" I clarified. "And you didn't say anything?"

"What's the big deal?" Issac shrugged.

"Isaac," Scott sighed. "Y/N's been missing."

"Wait, what? Since when?"

"Since last week. She was on her way home from school Friday and never got there. Her car was found on the side of the road, abandoned." Scott explained.

"Where did you catch her scent?" I asked, cutting Scott off.

"The woods between school and her house," Isaac stuttered. "I figured she was going for a run before school."

Scott and I looked at each other with wide eyes before turning and beginning to run out of the locker room with Isaac right behind us. We halted to a stop when we almost ran into Coach.

"Where do you three think you are going? We have practice in," he paused to look down at his watch. "Now."

"Coach," Scott started.

"Family emergency," I rushed out without thinking.

"A family emergency that involves all three of you? Did I miss something?" Coach asked, sending us an amused smirk. "Get dressed."