A/N: Welcome to my new story! Make yourselves comfortable:) For this fic, I'm taking Lydia down a darker route, and making her more badass, something that will be fun to experiment with, as we don't see a lot of that in teen wolf. You guys are always amazing with your support and I definitely will need it again for this one. Hopefully my writing will keep improving for your reading pleasure:) we shall see where this plot takes us! Please please please leave a review; I get the biggest smile on my face when I get one. Here's the first chapter, enjoy!:D
It was a typical day at Beacon High, the one where classes were normal and the lunchtime menu lacked anything creative. Lydia Martin strut down the hallway, the sound of her heels hitting the floor with every step, she stopped at her locker using her perfect nails to lock in the combination. She sighed in relief knowing that the school day was over, as she transferred some books she didn't need into its second home. Slamming the door shut, she walked outside, smiling when she was greeted with fresh air, filling her lungs with it as she let the day wash over her. However her moment of relaxation was interrupted by a figure in front of her, them blocking the sun from her sight. She rolled her eyes at who it was; Aidan.
"What do you want?" she groaned, seeing her car and therefore her way of escape just across the parking lot.
"You can at least pretend to be glad to see me" he replied, she sent him a glare and pushed past his shoulder as she power walked to her car, not in the mood for what the twin had to say to her. He scoffed at her and trailed behind her footsteps, before jogging forward and leaning against her car door so she couldn't get in, she sighed in annoyance.
"I have a gun in my bag and you would be a great excuse to use it" she told him, already making a move into her bag to retrieve it before his hand grabbed her wrist, stopping the motion.
"Woah, I just want to talk" he replied.
"So talk" she said, rolling her eyes at him as she tugged her wrist away from him.
"Why are you with them?" he asked with a shrug and a questioning look.
"What do you mean?" she countered.
"As in, why do you stay with Allison, Scott, Stiles, Derek, Isaac…" he replied, labelling all the people in the Beacon Hills pack.
"Because they are my friends" she said, with no hint of amusement on her face.
"You mean the same friends who didn't tell you about werewolves until the last opportune moment? Or the friends who tried to kill you? Or how about the friends that still think your crazy, not believing any of the dreams you have at night. Friends you say? They don't sound like friends to me" he described. Lydia took all of what he said in and couldn't help but agree with him, but things were different now, right?
"It's not like that anymore" she mumbled, her head bowed down as her shoes and the colour of the cement looked more interesting.
"Are you trying to convince me, or yourself" he replied, causing her to jolt her head back in his direction as she tried to form words, her mouth opening and closing as she tried to think of something to say.
"That's what I thought" he added, giving her a serious look as he backed away from her car, her hand tentatively resting on the frame, needing the support it gave.
"Just know that my pack would never treat you like that, just think about it" he ended shrugging his shoulders as he slid on to his motorbike, adjusted his helmet, gave her a smile before revving his engine and leaving her troubled.
She shook her head and got into her car, placing the key into the ignition, but seemed unable to turn the engine on as she lay back in the seat processing the conversation. She hated how she was having doubts about her friends as her old insecurities flared up, making her question everything that had happened in the past. All the harsh memories of being left out of conversations, making her look pathetic and vulnerable. All the times she would tell them her nightmares and they would just ignore her or just pass it off as nothing. Seeing everybody have each other, someone to lean on while she lost Jackson. She had a sudden feel of anger towards her friends at how they had treated her, but it was just Aidan's mind tricks right? She knew about werewolves now and Allison even said she believed her the other day. She physically shook her head of all these thoughts as she put the car into drive, making her way home.
Aidan stepped into the abandoned warehouse, going into the main room seeing the rest of the pack already there. He greeted them all and looked at Deucalion, who was giving him a pointed stare, even though blind, his eyes felt like they could penetrate through you, even making the Alpha shiver.
"How was school?" the old man asked with a light tone, even though nothing came lightly to him.
"Well chemistry was boring" Aidan teased.
"Don't be clever, you know what I meant" he replied as the rest of the Alpha's seemed to pay attention to their conversation, now intrigued.
"We talked" the twin offered.
"And?" the man probed.
"I planted the thought in to her head, now we just need to see it grow" he replied with a smirk.
"Good, very good" Deucalion praised.
"Patience my friends, she will come to us, it will only be a matter of time" he added, the atmosphere in the room bright with promise. Aidan nodded and joined his brother on the couch, sitting down. The rest of the pack seemed to follow, either going into their own respective rooms or relaxing on other sofa chairs.
"I hope your not all forgetting about your training" Deucalion voiced as everyone looked at each other in silent agreement to move to the training area in the warehouse, no one defied Deucalion.