This is a Liam× reader story.
Beacon Hills was an abnormal place with a non hunter human population count of only Stiles Stilinski, kind of like how Mystic Falls is a supernatural location with the only exception of Matt Donovan.
What will happen...
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*Liam's POV*
Stiles came back. I heard him parking his jeep in the school parking lot. Moments later Stiles came in. His eyes were red and puffy and his hair was messy, probably from running his hands through it out of stress.
"What happened?" I asked. "Did you find her?" I asked.
"No. She's gone." He answered tonelessly.
"Oh." My last hope was that Stiles had caught up with her. I was sure he would. I looked over and saw that she had left her backpack. I still had her necklace in my hand.
"She left her backpack, do you think she'll come back for it?" I asked hopefully.
"I don't think she cares about it," Stiles said. He was right. If she hadn't come back for her necklace there's no way she would do it for a backpack.
Stiles was resting his head on his knees. He was very upset. Probably because he hadn't caught up with her. Or maybe he did and she said something that upset him.
"Stiles, where were you?" I asked.
"I was at Deaton's." He was telling the truth. What was he doing there? I stopped asking questions because he already looked very distressed. What was he doing at Deaton's? Now that I thought of it I didn't really care that much.
I walked towards the abandoned backpack. It was just sitting there, slumped against the wall, it's zipper wide open spilling some of its contents. I started rummaging through it to see if there was anything she would come back for. She had left her drawings. She could always make more, and to be honest she didn't really seem to care at all about them. She would have the strewn across her floor and they were never placed in folders. Other than that, the bag contained a lot of junk food and a few crumpled up napkins. I removed the last few things from the bag and started opening the crumpled napkins that had something written on them. They were drafts. A lot of them were all scribbled in frustration, but a few I could read.
Dear Stiles, Lydia, Scott, Maybe Malia, Theo? No, not Theo.
She had crossed off Theo's name, along with Scott's. I moved onto the next one.
Dear Only Stiles and Lydia. And Malia. And
She had not finished addressing this one either before crumpling it.
I looked at the final napkin and started reading.
Dear whoever finds this (Stiles because I told you where it is, and let's face it you are the main brain cell of the group along with Lydia.)
You probably heard (from me I hope) that I am going to try to find Klaus (not the one from Umbrella Academy).
I should probably say something smart or deep right about now...
