Lydia was not used to this. All the boys were supposed to be staring at her while she walked down the hall, drooling over her because she was the hot one. She pulled off the super sexy look without even having to be the stereotypical blond with long legs and big boobs. This Erica girl was exactly that.

From what Lydia remembered, Erica was an unfortunate girl with health problems, but seemingly pretty nice. Did that warrant her attention? Not in the slightest. Now she was paying for it. The hungry stares were now on the formerly mousy girl, watching as her perfect hips swayed. Lydia was dumbstruck. Her eyes narrowed as she straightened up, crossing her arms over her chest. That was when she noticed someone in particular staring at the blond as she walked away, big goofy smirk on his face.

Jackson.

Now this was war.

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Erica loved having this power. Not just her superhuman senses and speed and strength and everything that came with being a werewolf, but the way she looked now. She had never had the power Lydia Martin did over boys. Now she did. Now she had even more power. It was like she could feel everyone's eyes on her, and she could definitely sense their arousal in the air. God, it felt good to be wanted. There was something else she could feel too. Jealousy. With one last look over her shoulder, Erica winked to the gorgeous red head she'd always envied and walked away, not failing to notice the smirk on Jackson Whittemore's face.

—

She wasn't sure who's idea it had been to go dancing, but god, she was glad she went. Isaac had always been sort of cute to her, but not drop dead sexy like Jackson was. Still, being wedged between the two of them while Isaac pressed against her back and Jackson mouthed at her neck was enough to set off her own scent of desire. She wondered if either of the other two boys could sense it like she could. She definitely could almost feel how much they desired her.

Lydia watched with her arms crossed, shaking her head. She couldn't deny she was kind of turned on by the show, but also knew she wanted to rip the little blond's head off. So without a second thought, she marched over to where the three of them were, tugged Isaac by the hand and brought his arms around her waist, eyes on Jackson and Erica the whole time. Every so often the blond's eyes would flicker up to meet hers and she would lick her lips. Lydia would roll her eyes and press harder against Isaac.

Her plan seemed to be working. Jackson almost growled before abandoning Erica to come dance with her. It was like musical dance partners. All that was left was to have the feuding femmes dance together. The entire club would be watching them. After all, what could possibly be hotter than two girls who looked like Lydia and Erica grinding all over each other. Jackson's mouth came down on her neck, and Lydia couldn't help but whimper just a little.

Suddenly, another pair of hands were around her waist. They were smaller, lighter. The body attached to the hands pressed against her back, and Lydia knew it was the blond. Cherry red lips leaned into her ear. "I don't give up that easily."

Lydia smirked, turning her head slightly. "Good. Everyone loves a good competition."