Case ClosEd - Part 1

Preview: The girls are reunitined after a long year apart; a new guy peaks Malia's interest; their first day back at school doesn't go as planned and the disappearance of an old friend sparks a wave of threats and lies.

Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf

When it comes to this group of friends dysfunctional couldn't even describe the relationship. Four individuals brought together by their unique qualities only to benefit the one person that tied the relationship together.

The girls are inseparable, but with their friendship come complications. Some might say that they are a little too close.

It was the end of the summer; two weeks before the start of sophomore year. It was time for the girls to have their end of the summer meet up to prepare for the year that lie ahead of them. The girls all planned to meet at Lydia's lake house with the hopes of becoming closer than they've ever been, but something happened that changes the course of the rest of their lives.

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One year later

"Lydia it's time for school." The voice of her mother rang through her ears waking Lydia up from a very much needed slumber. The past year has been full of chaotic events it was nice that the commotion had finally leveled out.

Today was the first day of school. It would also be Lydia's first day back at Beacon Hills High since her family's return from living in London for a year. Lydia didn't know why she felt so anxious about being back in the town she spent her whole life in, but then again this town wasn't the same town she grew to love.

Finally, after another threatening scream from her mom Lydia worked up the courage to move. She through the covers off of herself and made her way into the bathroom adjacent from her bedroom. She turned the chrome faucet and waited for the water to become the right temperature.

Quickly she stripped out of her clothes and stepped into the steaming hot shower. As the hot water hit every inch of her body she felt herself begin to relax. Her heart rate was at ease and her eyes slowly closed as she ran her hands through her long strawberry blonde hair.

This was the only time Lydia was at peace, and when her mind resembled a blank canvas. She felt nothing... a feeling that she had classified as happiness and an escape from reality. But just like everything in the world, Lydia's happiness was short lived. Lydia turned off the shower and gently placed her left foot soon followed by her right onto the cold tiled floor.

After wrapping a towel around her petite body Lydia walked back into her bedroom. She studied her closet intently trying to make sure she chose the perfect outfit for today.

After a few minutes Lydia descended the staircase dressed in a maroon skirt paired with a light pink tank and her favorite green cardigan. Fashion had always been one of Lydia's loves and everything she wore fit her personality laid back, yet bold.

The sweet aroma of syrup and butter stimulated her senses as she made her way toward the kitchen. Just as Lydia rounded the corner her mother and father came into view. "Well look who decided to finally come downstairs."

"Hey Dad," to say she had a good relationship with her father would contradict Lydia's whole existence. Their relationship was complicated being just a year ago Lydia had walked in on her father and his secretary having sex on his desk. Well, to each his own he was still Lydia's father and she would do anything to protect her family even if it meant lying to her mother every day.

"Lydia sweetheart do you still need me to take you to school?"

"Yeah sure but I kind of need to leave as soon as possible." Lydia was dreading having to ride alone in a car with her mother. She knew it would only make it harder for her to contain herself from revealing her father's secret. Plus, Lydia and her mom never truly got along. She was always to over bearing and it drove Lydia insane.

"Okay."

There was a long pause and everyone was anticipating the next move, but just as Lydia was about to respond her father broke the silence first, "So, how does it feel to be back in Beacon Hills?"

"Dad it feels the same way as it did before we left a year ago." Lydia couldn't even look her father directly in the eye. It hurt her so much and she still couldn't comprehend the reason her dad would do something so deceiving and hurtful.

The tension between Lydia and her father could be witnessed from a mile away and Mrs. Martin hated seeing her family like this. Granted she had no idea why they both were acting this way, but she decided to take matters into her own hands and change the subject.

"Speaking of a year ago have you talked to any of the girls since you've been back?"

Slowly Lydia pushed the contents on her plate around with her fork as a rush of sadness fell over her body, "Mom it's been a year, things change and people change."

"I know sweetie it's just, you girls were inseparable when…" There was a long pause of anticipation for someone to continue. Lydia hated when her parents tried make it seem like what happened a year ago never happened.

"You can say her name mom; it's not some kind of deadly sin."

"I'm sorry sweetheart it's just that, with today being the anniversary of Erica's disappearance I didn't want to open any old wounds."

Lydia was tired of being treated like some fragile artifact that could break at any second. There was no beating around the bush, her best friend was gone and who knows when she'll be back. "Well maybe if you stopped treating me like a delicate flower-"

"Lydia Marie Martin, don't you dare raise your voice at your mother."

Lydia was aw struck. How dare he tell her about respect and not raising her voice when just a year ago he was banging his secretary's brains out on his desk, "Wow dad, way to have mom's best interest in mind-"

"That's enough," Mrs. Martin cut in.

They stood there in complete disbelief of how their daughter was acting. Just a few days ago they were a happy family walking down the streets of London, but since they stepped foot back in Beacon Hills everything has changed.

"You know on second thought, I'll just walk to school." Nothing else was said between the three of them and the last thing heard was the front door slamming as Lydia left for school.

The cool breeze blew her hair in every direction as she gradually ran up the street toward her house. She was lost in a world of her own; just her being one with nature. This is something Malia did every morning and she enjoyed the feeling of her feet hitting the pavement, it gave her a sense of relief: No Judgement, No worries.

Malia was almost home when she saw something out of the corner of her eye that brought up memories that she had been repressing for an entire year. There on the side walk sat a box full of Erica's things.

Slowly she approached the brown box internally regretting she ever saw the thing. Her hand inched toward the pink stuffed animal that stirred up emotions she didn't even realize she still had. It wasn't until the sound of a distant voice brought her out of a daze did she realize what was going on.

"Hey, can I help you with something?"

Malia glanced in the direction of the voice and instantly she froze. His icy blue orbs were mesmerizing sending her into a loss for words. There was no possible way for her to recover from the embarrassment she put herself in, but she had to move quickly before he thinks she's a creep.

"You must've known her?"

This statement caught Malia off guard, but then she remembered the stuffed animal she held her hand. "She was my best friend."

"Oh well feel free to take anything you want," The blue eyed boy stepped closer to her noticing the distraught look across her face, "My family and I found a lot of her things and we were going to donate them, but-"

"No, please do." She slowly glanced back at the box and gently set the stuffed animal back in its original spot, "She would have loved for someone else to have these, a sign of her legacy continuing."

A shiver ran up Malia's spine as he took a step closer. There was something about him that intrigued her but she would never admit that to any one, plus she'd just met him. "I'm Theo by the way. My family and I just moved here hence the moving truck."

A small smile spread across her face as she studied his every feature. It wasn't long before the buzzing in her pocket interrupted the long gaze. She fished her phone out of her pocket and looked at the screen. It was a text from her father telling her to come home and get ready for school.

"I'm sorry that was my dad, I have to go home and get ready for school." Malia was frazzled; anytime she gets a call from her dad it never ends well. She quickly made her way back up the street only to be caught off guard by Theo's voice again, "Wait, I never got your name?"

"Well I guess we'll just have to meet again."

They both exchanged smiles and then went their separate ways. Malia had no idea what had come over her. It's just something about this boy that so intriguing and she intended to find out who this Theo character really was…

"Hey Lyds did you find it?"

It was the end of the summer and the four girls gathered together to spill secrets while creating many more. "Yeah, Malia there's a cabinet full of drinks under the sink in the kitchen, thank you grandma!"

The girls all erupted in laughter as they made themselves comfortable. Kira and Malia were lounging on the floor while Lydia and Allison sat on the sofa pouring each other drinks. They were so happy just being able to be with each other, but one of them was missing.

"Where is Erica?"

"Really Kira, you know she is always late," Allison had known Erica longer than anyone else. They weren't just friends, they were practically sisters.

"Better late than never, huh?" all four of the girls looked in the direction of where the voice had come from. Standing in front of them was a golden haired beauty also known as Erica Reyes, "And anyway, the party doesn't start until I arrive."

"Wow thanks for finally showing up."

Erica made her way over to the sofa while also grabbing a drink off the table, "Now Malia, you wouldn't want me to tell your daddy that you're talking back now would you?"

Anything that came out of Erica's mouth had some kind of underling message attached to it that only the person she was talking to would understand. Allison could tell that there was something weird going on so she decided to switch the subject.

"I feel like it's been forever since we all have just sat down and talked."

"We've all been doing our own thing Allison," truth is this is the first time all the girls have been together since the end of freshman year, "It's like our group is disconnected."

Time had pulled them apart and they need to find a way to get back to who they once were, "I know how you feel Ali, there are so many secrets we don't even know-"

Erica cut Kira off before she could continue her sentence, "Listen girls, secrets are the glue that keeps us together they don't tear us apart…"

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Her picture was plastered on every window and every light pole. No matter where Lydia looked the only face she would see was the one of whom she used to consider her best friend. Lydia was half way to school when she realized she still had two hours before first period.

To kill some time she decided to do a little window shopping. After passing shop after shop and coming to dead ends, something out of the corner of her eye caught her attention.

Sitting in the window was the smallest pair of powder blue baby shoes. This tiny pair of booties caused so many emotions to run through Lydia's system. It had been so long since Lydia had experienced these emotions and she could tell her past was still lurking behind her.

The soft ring of her phone brought her back to reality. When she glanced at the phone screen she couldn't believe the message that lay in front of her…

Aww someone has baby fever -E

Goose bumps spread across Lydia's body as she re-read the message over and over again. So many questions entered her mind in an instant, but the promenade question in her mind was how someone else found out…

When you're known as the golden girl, whose parents brag every chance they get, you have to make sure that you keep the reputation of how others perceive you which can lead to an abundance of secrets being kept and lies being told…

"Where going to be late," it was almost time for her to get ready for school but she was too distracted by dough eyed boy that sat next to her.

Allison could feel the heat radiating off of him as he slipped his hands around her waist, "Don't worry Alli, we still have a few hours."

He softly placed little kisses on her neck sending a wave of pleasure down her spine. Allison could tell Scott was ready, yet a feeling in the pit of her stomach yearned for him to stop. She just wasn't, "Scott stop my parents are right downstairs."

The comment went right over his head as he kept gently placing kisses along her collar bone. Swiftly Allison turned to face him without realizing how close they were in proximity. She could feel his breath lightly sweep across her lips as he inched closer.

She was trapped with no way out of this situation, so she slowly closed the gap between them giving into the pressure. Before their lips fully connected Allison gently placed her hand on his chest to keep him from coming any closer.

Scott sighed in defeat, sinking down on her bed, "Scott I'm sorry I just can't okay… I'm not ready."

"Allison it's been three years, how much time do you think you'll need?"

She wasn't expecting that. Scott had always been so patient with her and to hear those words come from him hurt her to the core. She walked over to dresser and began getting ready for school not once looking behind her, "I think you should go,"

Scott's knew there was no possible way for him to take back what he said, and he had to apologize, "Listen I'm sor-"

"Scott please, just go." There was nothing else said between them and the last thing Allison heard before silence took over was the soft whisper of Scott's voice.

Her body relaxed as soon as she was alone in her room. Something had changed between them, it was as if they were beginning to grow apart and it scared Allison to the core, but her mother always told her If you're not happy and he is not happy, it's time to say goodbye.

Allison continued looking in dresser trying to find something to wear. It wasn't untill she reached the bottom of the drawer that her fingers brushed over something smooth. She slipped her fingers around the object and pulled it out only to find a piece of paper, but what she found on the inside is what caused a wave of anxiety to rush over her.

It seems like someone's afraid of losing their V-Card… -E

"Erica…"

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The thud of her books hitting the counter startled her father earning her a deadly glare. Allison gave her father a confused look before walking over the counter a pouring herself a steaming hot cup of coffee.

She turned around to find her father mesmerized by the morning paper, "Did you want some?"

Mr. Argent was so distracted that he didn't even realize his daughter had made her way over to him. She slowly leant over his shoulder and read the top of the paper, "One Year Anniversary of the Disappearance of Erica Reyes."

A deep sigh escaped her mouth as she walked back into the kitchen. She grabbed her bag off the counter and made her way toward the front door. Just as she was about to turn the knob she was stopped in her tracks.

"Allison… I know she was your best friend, but you are going to have to move on from this."

"Dad, she was practically my sister. You can't just move on from that…" she walked out the door not looking back. Allison already knew today was going to be draining and it hadn't even started.

Walking through the doors of Beacon Hills High brought back so many suppressed memories Lydia fought to forget over the course of a year. The tension still hung throughout the halls as eyes followed her every move.

To say Lydia was uncomfortable was an understatement, but either way she would have to get used to always being known as the missing girl's best friend.

Lydia clutched the strap of her bag as she cautiously made her way toward her locker. There were whispers floating all around her as she walked down the halls. It seemed as though she would never find her locker, but after what felt like an hour she was finally standing in front of the steel blue door.

Her combination was still the same so it only took her a minute to open it. When she flung the door open Lydia buried her head inside in embarrassment.

It was all just too much, first her parents and then the text. This day was just becoming harder and harder to deal with. Lydia felt like a ticking time bomb waiting to explode at any second. She never would have thought that being back in Beacon Hills for just a week, would have her wanting to run away.

Lydia took a deep breath slammed her lock shut in frustration. Her eyelids shut and she prayed that she could make it through this day.

"Lydia… is that you?"

Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter and I can't wait for y'all to read the rest . As you guys can tell this story is based off the show pretty little liars but I always wondered what would have if the girls of Beacon Hills were Pretty Little Liars. The second part to this chapter will be out next Thursday.

Until next time lovelies~ PassionWithinMe