"WHAT?" Stiles shouted in disbelief. He looked around and saw a few people looking at him. "Umm…I just can't believe that the mystery meat is really not meat!" People turned away and began to question the lunches in front of them. Phew, that was close. Then he leaned in towards the group, "What do you mean Allison is at school?"

"It's exactly what I said. She showed up to first period and borrowed my pen," Kira nonchalantly explained. Out of the three that saw Allison this morning, she was the one freaking out the least. Scott and Isaac may have been at the lunch table, but their minds were far from it.

"That's impossible. Maybe it's some sort of mind trick? Sometimes people tend to see what they want to see?" he suggested.

Scott broke away from his trance. "Maybe. Something's not right." It can't be Allison. His mind kept flashing back to that night, Allison lying limp in his arms. It was a night that no one could forget. The only thing they could do is move forward from it. Scott had told himself over and over that he had healed from it, moved past the grief. Now, he didn't know what to think anymore.

"Alright, so what's the game plan Scott?" Stiles asked. He could tell that this was affecting his best friend and Isaac the most.

"We should find out what she knows. But remember, this probably isn't Allison so we have to be careful."

"Awesome, sure. Let's just ask her how coming back from the dead was. No big deal right?" Stiles had a tendency to be blunt. As soon as he said it, he could see Scott and Isaac wince. "Sorry, my bad. I didn't mean for it to come out so harsh. I probably shouldn't be the one who approaches her."

"Don't worry. You weren't the one I had in mind for the job."

"You had someone in mind?" Isaac asked. He wanted to find out what was going on as much as Scott did.

"Definitely not you either. I was thinking of someone else. We need Lydia." The group turned to look at the red haired beauty. Her mind had been lost in thought about the probability of her friend coming back from the dead and the possible reasons why. The feeling of four sets of eyes watching her snapped her back into reality.

"Lydia, you and Allison were best friends. Maybe you'd still have the same chemistry with her?"

Lydia stood up and picked up her bag. "I'll do it. Making friends isn't rocket science after all." She walked away from the table to search for this new Allison that everyone was making a fuss about. There had to be an explanation for this. Sure, it may not be the most normal explanation, but there had to be one. Lydia was lost in her thoughts as she left the cafeteria and turned into the hallway. When she looked up, she stopped dead in her tracks. The only other person in the hallway with her was Allison who was busy arranging her locker.

"Holy crap…Allison." she said in disbelief. The girl turned to look at her. Allison looked like how she did when they first met. However, her eyes were different. Rather than her eyes being a warm brown, they were an icy blue.

"Oh shit, have we met?" Allison's cheeks flushed red. "I tend to be bad with names at first, so I'm sorry if I forgot your name!"

"Ahhh…I'm Lydia." She extended her hand towards Allison. Her heart was beating a little faster since she was unsure of what would happen next.

"Lydia, that's a beautiful name," she said as she grabbed Lydia's hands and shook it.

Hmmm…she's warm and definitely living. She's even breathing too. "Thanks."

"You know Lydia, this is kind of strange, but you look like an old friend," Allison said with what Lydia swore was a sinister grin.

Lydia froze.

"Anyways, it was nice meeting you. Maybe we can hangout soon?" She slammed her locker shut, and then she leaned in and gave a peck on Lydia's cheek. "You can invite your boyfriend too. He's pretty cute." She gave a quick wave and walked away.

Who is this girl? This can't be the same Allison. There's no way.