Chapter One - In the morning
Lydia smiled as she looked at herself in the mirror; black, leather jackets always did suit her, and she's always wanted one of those.
"Looks good on you." Said the freshly awoken dark haired boy I her bed. James, was it? Jared, John, something along those lines.
"Obviously." Was all he got out of her as she pushed her strawberry hair back.
"Can I see you again?" He tried to get her to interact with him once more.
"Eh.." She wrinkled her nose, took off the jacket and threw it at him. She'd just have to find another one, a piece of clothing wasn't worth the commitment.
Apparently understanding her gesture, whatever his name was got up and smiled. "Can we have sex again?"
This was more she liked it. "Hmm," She grabbed her bag and got out of the room quickly before she was late for her first day back at school.
First days were always the same; anxiety mixing with excitement, boredom and of course social standing being regained, showing off about your summer. But this time, this time it was different, this time it wasn't going to be just teachers, pop quizzes, annoying freshman and new eye candy, this time there was so much more. The Lydia that walked through those doors was not the same Lydia that had stepped foot in them one year ago. Werewolves, alphas, canamas, hunters, death..it was all a part of her world now. She was no longer the shifty little human who knew nothing of all that was being hidden from her. And Jackson.
He was gone now, she remembered the last time she saw him, how he fell into her arms, how he finally said he loved her, how he had kissed her. And then how he left, how he left her some stupid, little, scribbled note. She was happy he had finally gotten what he had always wanted, but she couldn't help feeling like she had just gained and lost it at the same time.
I love you. I'm sorry, but this is for the best.
I'm sorry for the pain I have cost you.
Please, be happy. Find someone who deserves you.
-Jackson.
She read the note once more and shoved it into her pocket.
xxx
It was lunch time and everything was a blur to Lydia. She saw her friends, or at least she hoped 'friends' was the accurate terms, at one of the tables and started walking towards them. Somehow, after everything she knew now, it was different. Seeing Scott was different, Stiles didn't look as half as naïve and silly as he used to, Allison wasn't the same love struck teenager she used to be in Lydia's eyes, even Isaac looked different to her, not nearly as innocent, shy and weak as he did just some time ago.
Although, if she had to be honest, Isaac was the one she knew less about. Nothing, really. He was as silent, melancholic and lonely as always.
And for the first time as much as it had bothered Lydia before, she found it somewhat soothing now, reassuring to see she wasn't the only one that was broken and confused.
"We need to meet up tonight," Scott started in a serious voice. Lydia played with her food, still unsure of her position between these people. Apparently, Scott had noticed since speaking this last part he looked directly at her. "All of us." And blurred a friendly smile. "8 pm, Derek's place, don't be late." He got up as the bell rang and all of them sighted.
xxx
It was 8:05 and Lydia was standing in front of the door unsure, shifting her weight from one foot to another. She had never been to one of these things, what was she suppose to do. She was human. Scott and Isaac were the badass werewolves, Allison was a hunter and Stiles was a freaking genius that apparently none of them would be alive without. And mainly, they were all friends. Sure, Allison was her best friends, but she was too busy trying to avoid awkward situations with Scott, and Stiles was too busy watching her with googly eyes and -
"You going in or what?" She jumped at the sound of someone's steady voice behind her. Isaac raised his eyebrows and looked towards the door again.
"Yeah, yeah, I am." She said combing her hair with her hand in attempt to regain some confidence.
They were the last ones when they walked in, everyone else was sitting around a big, old table with serious looks.
"Great, you guys are here. Now we can start." Scott smiled, but it was still obvious how worried he was. "We need to find Boyd and Erica. This is our first priority."
"What about the alpha pack?" Allison wondered and Derek shook his head.
"We help our own first." Allison nodded in understanding.
"Also," Derek picked up "We need to start tonight. We have no time to waste, the alpha pack is big of a threat enough, and without two of our pack we can't make it. Besides, every hour we waste here is one more hour that could get them killed."
Everyone nodded and Lydia looked around, she analyzed their faces; how worried they were, how much they wanted to find their friends, and suddenly she couldn't help but wonder if something ever happened to her, would they do the same and worry as much. Probably not.
"We need to be in separate groups so we can be more effective. Werewolf with human, and yes Allison, I know you can protect yourself, but we can't risk anything tonight." Allison dropped her already formed argument and sighted. Scott smiled and Derek took over.
"Allison and Scott will look in abandoned buildings, the old creek house, anything that can be used as a hiding spot. I will track the alphas and Stiles, you come with me, we look around in case they are keeping them close. Isaac and Lydia, you go to the forest, cover as much ground as you can, look everywhere." Everyone nodded and Lydia looked towards the curly boy that stood across the room. She tried to smile but it came out more as a grimace and all he did was acknowledge her attention towards him, then look back at Derek.
"Should we put Isaac with Lydia, I mean they don't even know each other that much really.." Stiles started convincing Derek who only rolled his eyes.
"Shut it, Stalinski." Derek handed Lydia a dagger and she looked at him in shock. "Just in case." She nodded and he went back in front of everyone. "What are you waiting for? GO."
Lydia blinked a few times, surprised from the events and started searching for Isaac around the room, but he was nowhere to be seen.
She quickly ran out into the cold September air and just as she was about to go into a fit he appeared behind her, placing a hand on her shoulder. She quickly turned around.
"So, what do we do?"
"Search for them. Were you not listening?" He started walking ahead, his long feet making one big step after another, and Lydia had to run a little bit to manage to stay by his side.
"Of course I did. I mean where do we start? What exactly are we looking for? Do you have more of a plan than just hope we stumble on them while walking in the forest?" She emphasized on the word 'hope' as if it was somewhat of a cursing to her.
"Oh God, this is why I was hoping I wouldn't have to be in this stupid team work thing with you." He shook his head and took a sharp left turn.
As soon as Lydia caught up to him she pulled him by his elbow. "Excuse me!? What is that suppose to mean?" She put on her bitch face and raised her eyebrows as if waiting for some profound explanation.
And much to her surprise, and later dislike, she did get one.
Isaac stopped dead in his tracks and turned towards her. "It means that you shouldn't even get to be here. You don't deserve to be here, you don't belonghere, Lydia! Have you ever wondered why nobody ever told you about any of what was going around before you got dragged into it? What, they told you it was to protect you? Snap out of it Lydia! It was only, and only because you couldn't handle it. You're not build for this! You should not be here, with me, anywhere right now."
Lydia opened her mouth as if to answer him, provoke him or argue but she just ended up closing it hopelessly. "You can't say that." Was all she managed to get out without giving away her sudden insecurity,
"Don't I, really? What are you even doing here, Lydia? You don't even care about Boyd and Erica, you don't even know them. And you know why's that? Because you have never bothered, no, you're Lydia Martin so all you've ever done was walk around, flip your hair, talk snobbish and treat everyone like they are beneath you. You don't even know me. You don't belong here.." He started walking closely to her until suddenly his breath was in her face and his nose so close to hers that goosebumps appeared all over her body. "..because you don't care about anyone. Not Boyd, or Erica, or anyone. The only person who matters to you, is yourself. You play the whole Lydia Martin show, but you have never realized getting all the roles in it only means you get no one by your side."
Lydia bit her lip and looked away trying to blink away the tears that had build up in her eyes. How dare he! Where did all this anger come from? They had never even known each other. Why was he so set on making her feel miserable.
And suddenly it came back to her, that time I freshman year when he had asked her out. How she had laughed at him, and then for the rest of the weak everyone had whispered when he would walk down the halls.
"Go home, Lydia." Was all he said as he pulled away from her and started walking in the opposite direction.
"You, you are wrong, you know? I do care about people." One lone tear escaped her eyes and she quickly whipped it away, he didn't deserve as much as a flinch from her.
"Well cry me a river just because your dochebag of a boyfriend left you and went to live his life without the likes of you. But there's actual human beings going through actual problems here, love, and you don't come close." The hatred in his voice was so poisonous that it made Lydia feel nauseous.
She looked down in attempt to cover her emotions and when she looked up he was gone.
She stayed there, unmoving for a few more minutes, in the middle of a dark road, late at night. He didn't know her, but boy he hit all her soft spots for less than 5 minutes, and yet it seemed like he had talked for hours. Was he right? Did the others think she couldn't handle it? Did she belong with them? And did he really think she was still the same Lydia she had bee before.
He didn't know her and yet it felt like her insecurities and weaknesses were an open wound to him.
When she got back home she rolled into her bed and let go of a breath she didn't even know she was holding. Apparently, there was much more to Isaac Lahey than she had ever even suspected.