Lydia had to stay in the hospital overnight but the next morning she in my room, waking me up earlier than I wanted to be woken up. I smiled though rather than groaning.
"What are you doing up so early?" I asked, sitting up in bed.
"We're getting ready for school together." She smiled at me.
"School? You can't be serious; you literally just got out of the hospital yesterday." I said.
"I'm completely serious." She deadpanned. "Now, go take a shower."
I got out of bed and did as she asked. I came back in my room, only to see that she had already put clothes out for me on my bed and was sitting at my vanity doing her makeup. I walked over to my bed and sat down.
"So, you don't remember anything?" I asked.
"Clara." Lydia groaned. "I already told you that I don't remember; now let's pick a different topic that isn't me. Let's talk about you, how goes your Stilinski pursuit?"
"My what?" I almost screeched, dropping the dress I had just picked up off my bed on to the floor.
"You, Stiles, that whole thing. I saw you dancing the night of the dance and seeing as how I've been MIA for like two weeks, update me, fill me in." She smiled into the vanity mirror.
"Well, some stuff happened and we haven't actually talked about it." I replied, picking the dress back up.
"What kind of stuff?" She asked, dabbing blush on her cheeks.
"Well, we kissed and-" I started to say.
"You kissed?!" Lydia squealed, dropping the brush she was holding.
"Yeah and he got me this while you were in the hospital and he was there most of the time, he brought me food because I stayed in your room a lot. I cried on him a bit because you hadn't woken up yet. He kissed my forehead. Oh and yesterday on the way to the hospital, we held hands the way there and I may or may not have kissed his knuckles." I said very quickly, tossing her the wolf plushie.
"This is cute." She said, squeezing the plushie then tossing it back to me. "So, what do you mean you haven't talked?"
"I mean, we literally haven't talked. About us, I mean we've talked but not about us." I replied, pulling the dress on, it was the same dress that Lydia had on but rather than the purplish color hers was, mine was jet black.
"Well, you should probably get on that." Lydia stated, spreading some lip gloss over her lips.
"What?" I asked, sliding my feet in to the pumps she had set down next to my bed.
"Define your relationship, talk to him." Lydia said. "Now, hurry up and get finished so we can eat before school."
I sat down at the vanity while she sat on my bed, looking through some of the stuff on my nightstand. I did a natural smoky eye, left my hair down but curled it and spread a deep red matte velveteen lipstick over my lips. We went to the closest place to the school and got parfaits for breakfast. We got to the school and parked. We started to walk towards the doors when Lydia suddenly stopped.
"Lydia?" I asked.
"Stay here for like two minutes and don't move, okay?" She turned to me and grinned.
"Yeah, sure." I replied.
"I'll see you in class." She said then walked off.
I stood there like she had told me to then started to question why I was even standing there. I started to walk away then a familiar scent hit me. I rolled my eyes and turned around.
"Clara, hey!" Stiles said, jogging his last few steps towards me in his lacrosse uniform.
"Hey, why are you here so early and why are you dressed like that?" I asked.
"Morning practice, you?" Stiles asked.
"Lydia." I replied.
"Surprised you let her come." Stiles chuckled.
"Well, I can't exactly tell her no." I replied.
"So, uh, she good?" Stiles asked.
"Yeah, actually, she's fine." I replied. "No werewolfiness or dying so yeah, good."
"Great, I'm glad." Stiles said.
There was an awkward moment of silence.
"Well, you better hurry up and get back so you aren't late." I said, tucking my hair behind my ear.
"Oh, yeah, probably. I'll talk to you soon though." He smiled slightly and ran off.
He was half towards the entrance closest to the locker rooms when I saw Scott pop out in front of him and they argued for a second, even with my werewolf hearing I couldn't quite zone in on them. Scott turned Stiles around and gave him a push. Stiles walked up to me, his face the same color as his shirt.
"Okay, so Scott wanted me to tell you that there is another werewolf in the school. Still trying to narrow it down and find out who." Stiles said.
"Is that why your face is so red?" I laughed. "You know, you're gonna be late to practice."
"Well, I sort of wanted to talk about something." Stiles said, scratching the back of his head.
"We can talk on the way to the locker room. Hurry up." I said.
He walked next to me, silently.
"So, I thought we were going to talk about something?" I asked, turning slightly towards him as we walked.
"Yeah, well, I just wanted to ask you if you wanted to come over and study or something?" Stiles asked.
"Or something?" I smirked.
"I didn't- I meant like, watch a movie or whatever." Stiles said.
"Yeah, that'd be cool. Now hurry up and don't be late." I said.
"Yes, okay, going." Stiles said, taking off down an opposite hallway.
I leaned up against my locker slightly, a grin on my face and then I let out a deep sigh while shutting my eyes.
"Clara." I heard a voice say.
I opened my eyes and saw Isaac standing next to me, well more like slightly hovering over me seeing as he was drastically taller than I was.
"Isaac, hey." I smiled.
"How are you? I heard they found Lydia." Isaac asked.
"I'm fine, you?" I asked.
"Better, I've gotta get to class but I just wanted to see how you were." Isaac stated.
"Well, thank you." I replied.
He gave me a huge smile then headed off in the same direction as Stiles had just gone. Something seemed off about him but I smiled to myself and grabbed my stuff for my first class. I met up with Lydia and Allison, informing them of what happened with Stiles. The bell finally signaled for us to get to class. I walked in to class and sat down, Scott and Stiles rushing in behind Allison, practically throwing themselves in to the seats behind me.
"What's the rush?" I asked.
"We've got a problem, huge problem." Stiles said.
"Hm?" I asked, pulling papers out of my notebook.
"Isaac Lahey's a werewolf." Scott stated.
"What?" I hissed, turning to them.
"Clara, your eyes." Scott stated.
I ducked my head down slightly.
"Dammit. Why couldn't I automatically tell a few minutes ago?" I asked. "I'm an Alpha, right?"
"An Alpha who hasn't really used any of her powers or transformed yet or knows anything about said powers." Scott replied.
"Well, then I guess I'll have to make a call. Superb." I replied, turning back around in my seat.
Class ended and I walked to the girl's room. I started to dial a number on my phone and after four rings, he picked up.
"What is it, Clara?" Derek asked.
"I need your help." I confessed.