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Previously on LOAFM...

"Well," She finally spoke. "Is anyone going to get me a coat?" She moved her arms, which has been covering her boobs.

I cannot UNSEE that.

While I am very comfortable with MY lady-parts, I was not all that comfortable seeing Lydia's. My brother was probably in a state of shock, as I noticed that he fell.

The first thing that popped in my mind was, How the hell am I going to explain anything to her?

Yeah... I got nothing.

Chapter 25: Shape-Shifted una parte

I woke up to someone calling my name. I glanced at the clock, 7:30AM. Forty-five minutes to get dressed. I groaned, getting my lazy ass out of bed.

After I had showered, I decided against proving people wrong by wearing a skirt again. The results were mortifying. Whatever though, I bounce back. So I feeling nerdy today, as rare as that is. I decided to wear my brand new ray bans. I put on my nerdtastic t-shirt and some black jeans.

As I exited my room, I passed by my brother, who looked at me weirdly. "Since when are you ready when I am?"

"When I have another ride." I shrugged, walking past him. When I got to the kitchen, my father was in uniform drinking his coffee up against the island. I was in a good mood, so I grabbed a banana and leant up against the other side of the counter and facing him.

"Morning." He greeted warmly. I smiled, unpeeling my banana and openly staring at him. I know that this bugs him, which is ironic for a sheriff that interrogates people.

"Anything I can help you with?" He asked me, scratching the back of his head.

I shook my head. "That's an um...shiny badge."

He gave me a weird look, something like amusement. "I polish it daily." I nodded, continuing my staring while eating my banana. He looked up at me again, "Do you need something, like money?" He asked, fishing through his pocket for bills." I didn't, but there was no use in refusing offered money.

I heard two distinct beeps. I grabbed my school bag off the floor and grabbed the bills. "Later, Dad!" As I rushed out the kitchen, I heard him muttering something about me being weird.

When I made it outside, I waved to Allison and Lydia. We figured that we'd carpool together since Lyd needed backup for her first day back.

For about ten minutes, Lydia was grilling me about the fact that I had worn a skirt and she wasn't there to witness it. Then she started to muse to herself about what else she could get me into.

"I also have this dolce dress that I hate. It's probably to be your size."

"I don't want it." I said, rolling my eyes.

"Don't be such a dork." She told me as we got out the car. I was seriously going to strangle the girl. I decided to give her a break considering the fact that I'm glad that she not running bare-ass naked through the woods anymore.

So since Allison noticed my annoyance, she cut in to shift the attention as we walked in the stairs. "You sure you're ready for this?"

"Please, it's not like my aunt's a serial killer." It's moments like these when I have to remember those times when our friendship proved to mean something to her, because her attitude was unbelievable at times. Even though at this point I shouldn't have to, I sent an apologetic look to Allison, who shrugged it off.

When we walked in, there were eyes everywhere. I wasn't really fazed, it's a small town and most of the teenagers here are weird anyway. I just raised my eyebrow in annoyance.

"It's the nine pounds." I clarified for her, referring to the convo we had on the phone last night. Allison nodded in agreement.

Lydia humphed, flicked her hair, and charged through the sea of idiots with pride.

Another reason to respect Lydia Martin.

Apparently, we had another problem on our hands today; there was another werewolf at our high school. Good or bad?

Undecided.

Scott and my brother had a plan, they always do. Although I'm sure that this plan in particular was going to get him benched next game, if he's lucky. As I waited for the boys to get out of the locker room, I noticed a familiar brunette hanging out on the top of the bleachers that I know from French class. Her eyes were glued to her sketch book, as always, but she seemed a bit sad today.

It really bothered me to see her upset on one of the nicest days we've had this month. Smiling, I approached the girl slowly, making her gasp in fright.

I hadn't meant to, but I chuckled, seeing her pale skin turn three shades redder. "Sorry, Cassie."

"My god, Ellie. Don't do that." She scolded, and I playfully rolled my eyes. "What's up? We haven't spoken in a while." She reminded me sadly.

I instantly felt bad. Cassie didn't have many friends, mainly because she kept to herself. I remember the many times that I had to directly speak to her, just so she knew that I wasn't turned off by her standoff-ish ways.

"I've just been so busy lately..." I offered my lame excuse, with an apologetic look in my eyes.

"It's cool. You always seem so worried lately." When I tilted my head in confusion, she blushed again. "I don't mean to be so nosy, I just-"

"No it's fine," I reassured her, reminding myself why I had stayed away from my more observant friends. Cassie wasn't an idiot, she was an artist; they were highly observant. But I liked Cassie, and I didn't want to stay away from her. "Thanks for worrying about me though."

She smiled weakly, "What are friends for?"

"Right." I agreed. I glanced at the field, noticing that my brother and Scott were already on the field. I gave my brother a head nod, and sat next to Cassie. "So what brings you here?"

"Its a nice day, I guess." She shrugged, going back to her sketch. "I took some new photos last weekend, so I thought I'd sketch them during my free period."

"That explains the frown." I stated. Cassie told me about the way her parents feel about her artistic ability. Being a lawyer and a doctor, they set the bar a lot higher for her, instead of letting her live her life as she chooses. She's actually one of the four people that knows about my secret hobby.

"I've been running out of places to hide them."

"They'll get over it eventually."

She shrugged. "I hope so."

I decided to tread to a lighter subject. "Have you seen Erica lately?"

She shook her head, pursing her lips. "Erica's been distant lately." Typical Erica. "Any reason why Scott's trying to murder his teammates?" The girl's cerulean blue eyes never left the pages once.

I always wondered how she did that. "Teenage angst. Scott is quite the drama king now."

"Right, the break-up." As Scott was sniffing Danny, I began to get worried. "Are you okay? You look worried again."

I decided that it would be best for me to get down there. "Hey Cass, I'll call you later. Kay?"

"Sure, later." After one last smile, I made my way to the bench closest to the field. After Finstock finished threatening Scott, Jackson mumbled an excuse before sitting it out.

Good choice ...

I immediately saw Izzy up next. I knew that this was gonna break my heart! I love Izzy almost as much as I love Danny. As I took a closer look, I noticed that they were glaring at each other.

That's just ... weird.

Everything seemed to move in slow motion, until the two crashed into each other mid-air, falling into crouched positions.

My eyebrows rose and my eyes slightly widened. Isaac's the werewolf. OH. MY. GOSH. I went closer, standing near Jackson.

All of a sudden, I see my dad and two deputies walking toward the field. What the hell is going on? I left the bleachers and went around to meet my brother and Scott.

"What the hell's going on?" I asked them.

"Isaac's father was murdered last night." My mind was reeling. My mind skimmed over the idea of him killing his father. There's just ... no way.

"He's a kid, they can only hold him for 24 hours." I reasoned. My brother nodded, but I think he knew that there was a bigger problem.

"It's a full moon tonight."

I face-palmed. "Damn."

"Stiles, remember when I said I don't have the urge to maim and kill?"

"Yeah," Stiles answered.

"He does." We all looked at Isaac being escorted out of the field by the officers.

Fuck.

Shit.

Damn.

As we entered Chem, I took the liberty of going to talk to Danny. As I neared his table, I realized that he was smiling at me.

"Your not mad at me anymore." He stated.

"It would be immature to hold onto a argument."

He crossed his arms. "How big of you." I flipped him the bird and went to take my seat. "Don't be like that." He called out in amusement. God, Danny is so mean to me.

I sat in between my brother and our idiotic friend.

"Why would Derek choose Isaac?" Scott whispered.

"Peter told us that if the bite doesn't turn you, it'll kill you. Maybe teenagers have a better chance of surviving." Stiles elaborated. I nodded.

"Doesn't being a teenager mean that your dad can't hold him?" Scott whisper-yelled.

"Not unless they have solid evidence, or a witness." I immediately looked at the empty desk next to Danny and asked, anxiously, "Danny, where's Jackson?"

"In the office, talking with your dad." He explained, before going back to his notes.

"Excusez-moi?" I asked in french.

"He lives right across the street from Isaac." He said, in a 'duh' tone. "He's a witness." I narrowed my eyes at him for treating me like an idiot, even though I seemed like one for a second.

"We need to get to the principals office." Stiles muttered.

I saw a notebook full of paper, and a turned head. I smiled slowly before quickly and silently ripping paper and crumpling it up. "Watch and learn."

"Wait, what are-" I threw the ball at Harris' head, then quickly composed myself, continuing to my notes. I heard a few chuckles before Harris turned around.

"Who the hell did that?" I felt two hands point at me.

I feigned shock, "I would never-"

"Elise Stilinski and company. Office now." I held my head up high and collected my belongings, while the two snitches followed me.

As they both listened, I just sat there deep in thought. Maybe there's nothing to worry about and there's no real evidence. I'd rather not have the office torn to pieces by a new werewolf, much less Isaac. Without trying too hard, I heard about the abuse. I knew that something was weird about him. He was always so timid, he didn't like talking about his family, and he always was excusing a bruise. I felt terrible for not saying anything to him.

When dad exited into the hallway, I froze. My brother on the other hand (I'm sure dad dropped him as a newborn) scrambled to put a magazine in his face, grabbing multiple attention.

"Dad." I acknowledged.

"Ellie." He replied in the same tone before looking at Scott. "Scott." He smiled nervously, and dad walked away shaking his head.

It was our turn to see the principal. Although I pretty sure last time I was here that it was Old Argent. Insert awkward head scratch.

"Ellie." He smiled and I nodded my head. "Boys, come on in."

We all filed in, taking our seats in the room we were all probably familiar with. "Scott McCall." He drawled, looking through our files. "Academically, not the most accomplished. But I see that you have become quite the star athlete." He looked at my brother next. "Stilinskis seem to have exceptional grades, only Ms. Stilinski has more extracurriculars." He looked up at me. "Aspiring to become a doctor, I see."

"Er, yeah."

"Scott McCall, you're the Scott that was dating my granddaughter." Scott began to ramble about not doing anything with Allison. I rolled my eyes, shaking my head.

"Relax, Scott."

I tuned the rest out, until he said something about detention. I don't need another detention, I've just about maxed mine out. Scott and I both looked to my dear brother. Sure, he could handle it.

As class ended, I found Lydia and Jackass standing in a private conversation. As he walked away, she locked eyes with me, showing a tiny bit of vulnerability. I walked up to her and linked arms with her.

She smiled at me, and with that, we went out to the field to talk.

I'm so glad that I got to finish this chapter in a Ellie/Lydia bestie moment! Also, if you hadn't noticed, I just added my new OC! The shy artist from Ellie's French class. She was, in fact, modeled after the one person who I picked to be in my story. Anyway, a bit of Isaac/Ellie/Derek next chapter.

Question of the chapter: What do you think Ellie's talent is? And who's your favorite bestie? Allison? Danny? Lydia?

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