Teen wolf owns everything blah blah blah...
I spun the familiar combination of my locker swinging open the metal door and absentmindedly rummaging while Kira continued her worried rant. Most of her words had begun to blend into meaningless static 'should she give Scott space?' 'Should she be there for him' blah blah blah. In the heavy days following Allison's death and funeral I'd developed almost an annoyance for Kira, her incessant blathering could be sweet at times but not when you had to hear it all day every day for a whole week. She was like a stand in, a poor imitation version of Allison, my Allison. I chewed my lip as I pulled out a few text books, Kira was more than that though, she'd done a lot to help defeat the Nogitsune, she fought beside Allison she was there...when she died...
"Ya know I just feel like I've gone back to being the new girl." I snapped out of my trance turning to Kira.
"Uh huh." I managed, god what the hell was she just talking about?
"Your physiques amazing you'll do great on the track team!" Coaches booming voice carried all the way from the stairs, me and Kira both turned to see Coach and a familiar brunette.
"I don't think you need to worry about being the new girl for long." I reassured Kira, as Malia walked by our gazes caught and for a brief second it was just that, eyes locked, then a smile ghosted over her pale pink lips and I felt my mouth return the expression. For a brief moment I felt as though my heart had fluttered as well. I turned back shutting my locker, feeling a little less heavy now by Malias' kindness.
"So what do you think?" I turned to Kira remembering she was still here and paused, mind blank.
"Well just uh... take it... um one step at a time?" Kira nodded thoughtfully as if I had passed on some deep words of wisdom.
"Yeah Lydia you're right thanks so much for listening to me. God what would I do without you." She beamed giving me a quick side hug before tagging along with me to our next class.
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"So class I want you to attempt this problem individually; How much heat in kilo joules would be realeased by the complete combustion of 3.0 moles of C^2H^5OH? No talking this problem needs to be done individually."
I scoffed inwardly having completed the problem before the teacher had even finished giving the instruction. I leaned back as the new, in a long line, of chemistry teachers glared at me over his papers. I had already corrected him twice today and the feeling of disdain I knew he had was mutual.
"Ugh." I turned to my right to Malia one hand clutching a pencil the other twisted in her hair. Happening to be the only class I didn't share with Kira I made sure that Malia would be sitting next to me although considering she'd been a wild coyote since she was 8 years old how the school even thought she would handle a high school chemistry class is beyond me. Malia dropped her hand crinkling the paper beneath it in frustration. I glanced quickly to make sure the teacher was consumed enough in whatever he was doing. I placed my hand on top of Malias, she frowned for a moment and looked up her forehead still scrunched.
"Don't worry if you don't get it right away no one expects you too."
"I know that, I know that everyone in this school thinks I'm an invalid." She growled, I paused, damnit that was a stupid thing to say.
"I'm sorry that's not what I meant you're not stupid you just need someone to teach you here let me show you." I delicately pried her clenched fingers from her pencil and shifted the paper over so it was between us.
"See its called a proportion, when you know one thing but you need to find another. You remember fractions from school, you know from before...?" She nodded as a far away memory of things learned from elementary school came back to her; her forehead relaxing.
"Well basically we take the information we do know and put it into these fractions, then we do what's called cross multip-"
"Lydia Martin!"
My head shot up as Mr. Maroni shot me a seething look from his desk.
"I gave specific instructions, no talking and frankly I've had enough of your rudeness and disobedience for one day! Out now!" He's meaty finger pointing at the door. I could feel the embarrassed blush in my face as everyone else had turned to gawk at me. I stood grabbing my bag, a hand grabbed my wrist.
"That's not fair she was just helping me!"
"No she was ignoring instructions and you Malia Tate, maybe living in the wild has dulled your memory of school but in this room you will show me respect!" I felt Malias grip tighten on my wrist.
"Fuck you." She breathed
"Excuse me?"
"I said Fuck you!" Her hand flicking out revealing her claws beneath the desk. I grabbed her hand hiding the small transformation as best I could dragging the enraged girl out of the classroom.
"You can be sure the principal will be hearing about this!" Maroni shouted as I proceeded to slam the door in his face. I didn't loosen my grip on Malias arm until we were safe in a deserted stairwell.
She crossed her arms, "God what an asshole." She breathed.
"Malia you shouldn't of said anything."
"He was being an idiot!"
"I know that but you need to be more careful." I pulled up her now normal hand, "This can't keep happening you need to control it."
She frowned, "Sorry."
I sighed dropping her hand, "Thank you for standing up for me." Her lips twitched into a smile, "Anytime." She winked making me laugh.
"You want to get out of here?" Her smile grew brighter and I laced her fingers in mine taking off down the hallway.