chapter forty-one. clarity

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I stood in the boys locker room with Scott, Isaac, and Stiles' dad. He had his notepad out, writing down any information that they had on Stiles. I could tell he was worried, as any dad would be. We already had a plan for how we were going to find him, we just couldn't tell him that which kind of sucked. "I got to meet with the medical examiner and try to figure out what happened with Jackson." Stilinski said. "I've got an APB out on Stiles. His jeep is still in the parking lot, so that means - the hell, I don't know what that means. Um - look, if he answers his phone, if he answers his emails, if either one of you see him -"

"We'll call you." Isaac assured, a sympathetic smile on his face. I didn't know what brought this 180 upon Isaac but I was starting to like him more and more. He was also really cute when he wasn't being an ass.

"Look, he's probably just freaked out from all the attention or something. We'll find him." Scott told the worried father.

Stilinski nodded, "Yeah. I'll see you, okay?"

I nodded before he left, Coach Finstock approaching us. "McCall." He said, looking to my brother. "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 sighed, "Yeah, I know, coach."

Coach nodded, his expression changing to a more solemn one, "All right. I mean, I - I know I yell a lot, but it's not like I hate you guys. Well, I kind of hate Greenberg, but, you know, that's different. It's Greenberg." He chuckled before his face fell again. It was obvious he was a little sad about Jackson dying. I think it was the most serious I'd ever seen him. "I'm just saying we... I need you on the team. Get your grades back up."

Scott nodded, "I will."

"I know." He murmured before he walked away.

I glanced around, not seeing anybody else in the locker room. "Is that everyone?" I asked.

"I think so." Isaac answered before Scott immediately ripped Stiles' locker door off the hinges. He then took out a shirt and a shoe. "You're gonna find him by scent?"

Scott nodded, "Yeah, we both are." He then handed the shoe to Isaac.

Isaac furrowed his brows, "But how come you get his shirt and I get a shoe?" He asked, our attention turning to someone who entered the locker room.

"We need to talk." Derek said before someone stepped out from behind him.

"All of us." Peter finished.

My eyes widened as I looked at Scott in disbelief, "Holy shit." What was he doing here? How was he alive right now? We burned him. To death.

"What the hell is this?" Scott asked, stepping closer to them.

Derek furrowed his brows, "You know, I thought the same thing when I saw you talking to Gerard at the sheriff's station."

I looked at Scott expectantly, my brother narrowing his eyes, "Okay, hold on. He threatened to kill my mom. And I had to get close to him. What was I supposed to do?"

"I'm gonna go with Scott on this one." Peter said. "Have you seen his mom? She's gorgeous."

"Shut up!" Scott, Derek, and I yelled in unison.

Isaac then leaned over, whispering, "Who is he?"

"That's Peter, Derek's Uncle." I explained. "Little while back, he tried to kill us all, and then we set him on fire, and Derek slashed his throat."

"Hi." Peter greeted subtly, raising his hand.

"That's good to know." Isaac commented blankly as he nodded.

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