You're The Reason | Scott McCall [ 1 ]

48. A Nightmare

CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
A NIGHTMARE

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"I gotta meet with the medical examiner and try to figure out what happened with Jackson", Mr. Stilinski told us, reading off a notepad. The fact that Jackson died directly in front of everyone had taken a toll on all of us. He was whisked away in an ambulance with Melissa joining the paramedics in the big truck, wanting to spread her medical prowess on the situation. A load of us were in the locker room, most of the players having changed clothes and left the place to resort to their respective homes with the image of a dead Jackson Whittemore instilled in their brains. Currently, we were in a huddle; Scott, Isaac, Sam, and I as Mr. Stilinski continued to fill us with information.

Another thing that had us shaken up was Stiles suddenly vanishing. He had just singlehandedly won us the game and he would've wanted nothing more than to spastically run over and cheer with us, maybe even pick me up and fly me through the air like Scott does when he's excited. That's why it didn't make sense on why he would disappear and it had to be Gerard because he has a weird death wish on us, not to mention he disappeared at the exact time Stiles had.

"You got anything on Stiles?", Sam asked the despaired father with hopeful eyes.

"I've got an APB out on him", he replied, sighing, "His Jeep is still in the parking lot so that means... hell, I don't know what that means. Look, if he answers his phone, or his emails, or if you see him..."

"We'll call you", Isaac assured him, making me send a surprised look his way and he returned with a half smile. Out of the blue, the boy had a change of heart.

Scott had a tight grip on my hand and seeing that he was in a deep state of sadness like the rest of us, sympathetically added for Mr. Stilinski, "He's probably just freaked out from all of the attention or something. We'll find him."

Scott didn't seem too sure on what he just said, but Mr. Stilinski still gave him and the rest of us a weak smile, venturing off to speak to the medical examiner. It saddened me even more that he couldn't go find his son but, instead, had to deal with the death of Jackson. Sam leaned against the locker with a sigh, "Can this night get any worse?"

Coach walked over to us, specifically looking at Scott, "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 softly nodded at him, "Yeah, I know, Coach."

"I mean, you have her", he pointed to me, making me smile, "You have a smart girlfriend. Start listening to her, all right?"