This past summer had been a whirlwind, an up and down rollercoaster of emotions if you will, for a certain redheaded girl named Lydia Martin from the small town of Beacon Hills. She was glad that summer was over and school would be starting soon. After her ex boyfriend Jackson had moved to London, England, she had made a promise to herself that during her junior year of high school she would let her hair down and just be her hair done was something she had not done for years since dating Jackson. Lydia was mostly excited that her best friend Allison would be coming back from Paris today, where she had been all summer with her dad. Allison and Lydia had barely talked to one another over the summer because the phone calls were expensive and they had a lot to catch up on.
Lydia was currently at Macy's shopping for back to school outfits when the muted sound Beep…Beep… coming from her IPhone alerted her that she had a text message. Lydia currently had her arms full of clothes she wanted to try on so she headed in the direction of the nearest fitting room. Once inside a changing room she rooted around in her designer handbag until she found her beloved pink IPhone. After unlocking her phone she opened the text message icon to find she had gotten a text from Allison. Allison had texted "Want to hang out later tonight at my house?" Lydia smiled and replied "Sure, what time?" After they had finalized their plans for that night Lydia set her phone down and tried on all the outfits. The hit on her credit card didn't faze Lydia as she walked out of Macy's with only half a dozen outfits. She was very excited to model these outfits throughout the school year and hoped to catch many gazes from the male persuasion when she wore them.
Later on that night Lydia and Allison were laid out on the couch in Allison's house surrounded by piles of junk food watching the latest chick flick on Netflix called What's Your Number starring Anna Faris and Chris Evans. They only reason they watching it was for Chris Evans, they thought he was a hunka hunka burning love. After the movie ended, Lydia and Allison chatted for a while catching up on the latest personal and celebrity gossip before walking outside in the chilly night air to Lydia's car.
"I would say goodbye but I'll say see you tomorrow at school." Allison said
"Yeah see you tomorrow." Lydia replied, opening her car door and plopping onto the seat. After sticking the key in and the car roared to life, Lydia waved goodbye to her friend and drove in the direction of home. While she was stopped at a stoplight, Lydia began to get a prickly sensation in the back of her neck. She began to feel like she was being watched and cocked her neck to her right only to see no one there. Lydia then looked to her left and saw two leather jacket figures seated atop two gleaming black and chrome crotch rockets (motorcycles). Unfortunately the light turned green and they gunned it before she could get a good look at them.
The very next day, the moment Lydia stepped through the heavy double doors of Beacon Hills High School, she felt many roving male eyes looking her up and down. A smile came to her lips as she high heeled her way down the hallway. She was wearing a short navy blue dress with splashes of pink all over it, navy blue high heels and clutching a red handbag. The outfit complimented her red hair, fair skin and complimented the forest green color of her eyes. She would never admit this to anyone but she adored male attention, she practically preened when they paid attention to her.
Another secret Lydia hardly shared with anyone but very close friends was that she loved school and was an actual genius, always excelling in her classes. Last year to keep up with her popular image, she had acted like a dumb airhead whenever Jackson was around. Lydia loved the first and last day of school the most because that meant little to no homework. Oh, how she disliked the day continued in a blur of class after class, Lydia couldn't wait for the 1-hour lunch break. Her last class before lunch was English with Ms. Blake and she found herself on the edge of her seat continually eyeing the clock when finally the bell brrrriiiiinggged, signaling time for lunch.
"Hooray." she thought, jumping up from her seat,quickly gathered her things and headed towards her locker. As she rounded the corner in the hallway she saw Allison leaning against it, waiting for her. After Allison moved aside, Lydia unlocked it and deposited her textbooks and shut her locker door with a loud clank. They were about to head to the cafeteria when Lydia got distracted by a gaggle of freshman entering the hallway.
Resting her hand against her locker, Lydia gazed at all the man candy with a hungry look in her eyes before saying "freshmen, tons and tons of freshmen."
"You mean fresh boys." Allison stated gazing at her friend baffled "Lydia, they are 14."
"Ehh some are more mature than others."
"You know its okay to be single. Focus on yourself for a little while, work on becoming a better person." Allison encouraged.
"Allison, I love you, so if you need to do that thing where we talk about me and pretend like we aren't actually talking about you it's totally fine." Lydia said sympathetically "But, I don't want a boyfriend, I want a distraction." Lydia continues, slapping her hand against her locker, her eyes searching, trying to single out the object of her "distraction."
Her eyes continued to roam the hallway, secretly displeased that a "distraction" had yet been provided for her to 's attention was drawn to the end of the hallway when people began moving out of the way and two chiseled Adonis' come sauntering in, their cocky expressions and walk drawing the attention of everyone in the hallway, acting like they owned the school.
The second Lydia had spotted them, time starts to slow down for her, creating the illusion that they were slowly sauntering down the hallway. She had always been attracted to bad boys and these two definitely were bad boys to the bone, decked out in leather jackets and leather-gloved hands clutching black motorcycle helmets. Her calculating gaze kept focusing on the taller of the two wearing a light blue shirt and dark olive pants. The two boys had light to dark brown hair, masculine faces topped off with strong noses and sharp jawlines and dark brown eyes that turned caramel in the right light and fully kissable lips. Allison snapped Lydia out her daze with a pinch to the arm.
"Brothers?" Allison asks following Lydia's gaze, landing on the two boys.
"Twins" she says her dimples flashing as she quickly smiled.
Aiden's POV
The moment Aiden and Ethan sauntered through the double doors of the high school; he felt all the curious stares from everyone milling about near their lockers. No matter where they were, the two brothers always got stares from people. He momentarily flashes back to the many discussions he and Ethan had over it, and their mutual agreements that the attention was due to their fierce masculine faces and cocky walks. Normally, Aiden didn't pay attention to the female sex but when his hypersensitive nose caught a whiff of a florally perfume that seduced his senses that he began to sniff for its owner. As he passed every female in the hallway, they would stare at him for a brief moment before shying away and none of them were wearing the good smelling perfume. In a way he was glad it wasn't any of them because he liked a woman that wasn't shy, a woman who knew what she wanted and went after whatever she wanted. Glancing around his eyes caught sight of a petite redheaded girl staring at him with need flashes in her eyes. He had always liked the fiery spirit of a redhead and he had always liked a challenge.
Aiden suddenly flashes back to a conversation he had had with Deucalion about infiltrating Scott's pack and how he needed to become close to a redhead named Lydia Martin. Shaking himself out his thoughts, he draws his attention back to the redhead as he and his brother pass by her and her friend. Using his super hearing he catches her friend ask " Brothers?"To which the redhead replies "Twins." And Aiden can't but grin inside, thinking that the hard part of his plan was already done. Now all he had to do was wait for her to make the first move. That was his last thought as he and his brother entered the administrative office to retrieve their class schedules.
Meanwhile, Lydia and Allison were seated in their English classroom listening to their new teacher Ms. Blake chatter on about poetry. Stiles wouldn't stop bothering Lydia as she tried to pay attention to the lesson. He wouldn't stop asking her about the bite on her leg that her dog Prada had given her. Lydia was trying her hardest to forget that her gentle dog had bitten her and the deer smashing through the windshield of her car accident a week ago. Unfortunately for her the attempt of trying to forget didn't last long as a hoard of crows crashed through the huge windows of the classroom and began attacking the students. After the crows had bombarded their English classroom, Lydia and Allison had decided to call it an early day and head home. Allison with schoolbooks in hand was waiting as Lydia opened her locker and dabbed at her lip-gloss.
"Is it me or is Beacon Hills turning into Beacon Hills for the totally bizarre and supernatural?" she questioned Allison.
Once satisfied with the state of her lip-gloss she shut her locker. Since Lydia's car was still in the shop and Allison's dad had driven them to school this morning they were waiting for him to finish talking to the principal, when some mystery girl who donned pajama like clothes with unkempt hair and frantic eyes approached them. Mystery girl asks Allison "Where's Scott McCall? You're Allison right?" glancing everywhere but at Allison with a panicked look on her face.
"Yeah, how do you know m-?" Allison replied
"Where's Scott?" mystery girl asks, looking more nervous as seconds ticked by.
"He had to leave, he's supposed to be back in class." Allison replies as mystery girl grabs her right wrist and holds on tight. Lydia had been standing there just observing until the mystery girl grabbed Allison's wrist.
"Hey easy with the physicality sweetheart." Lydia steps in, defending Allison while staring daggers and wagging a finger at mystery girl. Mystery girl then grabs Lydia's wrist forcibly as well. In the background, you see the outline of the twins as they turn the corner and appear at the end of the hallway. Mystery girl glances at the twins nervously then lets go of their wrists and leaves hurriedly. Lydia and Allison glance behind to only catch a split second glimpse of the twins exiting through a door.
"Oww she bruised me." Lydia said, shock flashing across her face as she touched her wrist gently.
"Hmm I have one too." Allison replied examining her wrist as her dad rounded the corner and escorted both girls out of the they reached Allison's car Allison's dad left them and headed in the direction of his own car. Once they were both buckled up inside the car and the engine roared to life, Allison headed to Lydia's house to drop her off.
The very next day, school continued in typical fashion, like nothing creepy had happened the previous day. Heck, even the windows in her English class were already fixed, something she noticed the moment she entered the classroom. Stopping inside the doorway, she felt a pair of eyes watching her movement. Looking around the classroom, she noticed Stiles staring at her with a goofy expression plastered across his face. Ignoring his stare, she looked around until she spotted Allison, who was waving to her and went to sit at the desk beside Allison. The fact that the late bell had not rung yet gave Lydia some time to reply to a text message from a booty call she had received earlier that morning but had ignored. As soon as she had finished replying to the text, the late bell rang and before Ms. Blake could close the door, two boys skirted inside. These two boys just so happened to be the twins Lydia and Allison had been ogling earlier in the hallway. Ms. Blake looked up from her lessons plan on her desk. Waving them closer, she said.
"Hello, you must be the two new students, please introduce yourselves to the class."
"I'm Aiden." The taller twin said, glancing around the room, his gaze landing on Lydia and smirking at the hungry expression on her face.
"I'm Ethan." The other twin said.
"Since you two are new here, I will let you off with a warning but don't let it happen again okay! Now go find your seats you two." Ms. Blake addressed the twins while continuing to write on her chalkboard. Luckily for Lydia, there happened to be an empty seat behind her and the taller of the two plopped down behind her while the other twin sat down behind Allison. Through out the class period, Lydia had a hard time listening and taking notes, too distracted by her " distraction" seated behind her.
Lydia was tempted to glance behind her all throughout class but had to constantly remind herself to play it cool and to let him be the one to come to her. Lydia was glad when the class bell finally briingged but before she could escape him, she felt a tap on her shoulder. Lydia angled her head to look behind her at the person who had tapped her shoulder, the same person who was none other the cause of her distraction. Sitting there in silence, looking at each other, she expected him to talk to her, instead all did was hold a folded note in her direction, waiting for to her to take it. The moment her fingertips grazed his, an electric current past between them.
"Yo Aiden, let's go." His brother said, impatiently tapping his foot from the doorway.
"Bye." Lydia whispered as quiet as a mouse to his retreating figure.
Lydia let her fake smile slip for a minute and let her dimples show as the corners of her mouth turned up. Lydia couldn't remember the last time she had been passed a note but she remembered how fun it had been gossiping to her friends about various things. Her fingers itched to open the note but she decided to wait and look at the note when she got home.
"Dear lord, this boy is getting to me." She thought fanning herself, as she headed to her science class that she luckily didn't share with Aiden.
As the school day continued she would catch a glimpse of Aiden here and there and no matter where she went he always seemed to be not too far behind. Walking out of the hallway still packed with students gathering various things from their lockers before heading home, exiting through the double doors she headed towards Allison's car. During lunch, she and Allison had agreed to hang out and do homework at Allison's place. Since Allison wasn't at her car when she approached it, Lydia decided to not wait any longer to see what the note said. Rooting around in her handbag for her science textbook, she pulled it out and located the note. The edges of the note were torn like he had ripped it haphazardly out a notebook. Lydia unfolded it until it lay flat against the hood of the car, her eyes eagerly scanning the note she read:
"Are you related to Yoda, because Yodalicious." The pickup line was so ridiculously cheesy that she couldn't help but laugh.
Because the pickup line had made her laugh, something that she rarely did these days, she decided to be bold and write down "The pickup line made me laugh but you'll have to try harder than that to impress me." Happy with what she had written after reading the note one last time, she decided she would wait to give Aiden the note for at least a few days. It was a Monday after school when Lydia was again waiting for Allison at Allison's car when the decision to give him the note was made. She was about to go look for him since she knew he had not left the school yet, when the sound of a motorcycle engine idling nearby reverberated in her ears. Unearthing the note from her purse, she glanced up to see a helmet wearing, leather jacket clad form seated atop a fine piece of machinery inches from her high heeled feet. She couldn't see his face due to the shaded visor shielding his expression but she sensed that he was waiting for her to approach. When she was within arms reach, she held out the note, which he took in leather, gloved hand, stuffed into a pocket of his jacket and then zoomed off into the street.
A week passed before they had another interaction with each other. Throughout the week Lydia had tried to get a moment to talk to Aiden alone but that was kind of impossible because he and his brother were always together. Lydia and Allison were currently in the library. They had decided to use their free period to try and deduce what exactly the bruise on both their arms meant. Lydia was beginning to give up hope on getting Aiden alone when he suddenly appeared around the corner of a bookshelf, glancing at her with a hint of a smile before turning to talk to his brother.
"Of course, he's here with his brother." Lydia thought to herself "Now's the time to make your move."
"I want one." Lydia states to Allison with primal hunger evident in her eyes
"Which one?" Allison asks while glancing back toward the twins
"The straight one obliviously." Lydia replies scooting to the edge of her seat and takes a sip of her lukewarm coffee cup that she had gotten off campus during lunch.
Allison glanced at her friend, chuckling to herself as she thought "Lydia looks like a lioness ready to pounce on her prey."
Lydia who is still eyeing Aiden barely notices Danny making a scene. Danny was too busy looking at Ethan that he doesn't watch where he is going and clumsily bumps into another guy as he and Ethan stare at each other.Allison reaches for Lydia's coffee cup pondering " Maybe its not a symbol, maybe it's a logo," When her friend doesn't reply she glances up she sees that Lydia is no longer in her seat. "Awe she's finally talking to the guy," she thinks as she glances behind her with a hint of a smile and sees Lydia and Aiden chattering and exchanging numbers. Minutes later, Lydia rejoins her at the table and they discuss the symbol Allison had been able to locate that the symbol is from a closed bank in Beacon Hills.
