I woke up the next morning on the floor of the living room in the Martin house, I rolled over and picked up my phone seeing it was 6:30 and Lydia still had yet to wake up, I pushed myself up off the makeshift bed on the floor and crawled over to the couch were a very unattractive Lydia Martin slept. I silently giggled and contemplated taking a picture for blackmail. Just as I reached for my phone, I heard her voice warn me.
"Don't you dare," she yawned and stretched then got up off the couch. "I will murder you without a second thought if you ever take a picture of me sleeping." she flattened her hair as she got up. I sat back on my heels feeling dejected, all my plans out the window. She pulled me up and pushed me into her bathroom to have a quick shower. She made sure to tell me it had to be quick as she still had to get ready too. When I got out Lydia had arranged an outfit on her bed for me to get dressed in. A black high low sheer skirt with a white lacy spaghetti strap top. I pulled on all my bracelets and tugged on my high heeled combat boots. Lydia soon emerged, in her own outfit, consisting of a maroon floral dress, her hair still pulled back in a towel. She sat me down in front of her vanity, and got to work on making me look hot for the first day of sophomore year. Half an hour later I couldn't even recognise myself, my hair was half up in a messy bun and the rest of my hair hung loosely around my shoulders in messy waves. My makeup was simple yet edgy and I loved it. She went to work on her own makeup and hair as I pulled on my denim jacket and rolled up the sleeves. Lydia turned to me.
"Wow you look hot, Liam won't be able to keep his little werewolf hands off you today." She winked at me as she pulled on her tan ankle boots. I blushed.
"Why are you trying to make me hot for Liam?" I asked her as we made our way into the kitchen where her mom had set up two large glasses of some form of smoothie with a bowl or fruit next to it, we sat down as she answered me.
"Because everyone can see the way he looks at you, he's looked at you like that since the two of you met, so I'm trying to show him that you're a bit more approachable this year, and you need to own what you got. Because girl you have got some killer legs, and I am seriously jealous. Your no longer with Brett so you need to start fresh, all I'm saying is you need to move on from what Brett did." She placed her hand on mine as we finished breakfast and hopped into her car. On our way to school we belted out the lyrics to 'The Veronicas'. As we pulled up Scott and Stiles were leant against the jeep looking to be in a bit of a discussion. Stiles had his arms crossed over his chest and Scott looked upset in some way. I giggled slightly as I watched Stiles and his hand movements as he tried to make his point to my brother before he huffed and rolled his eyes. Lydia turned to me one last time as she parked.
"Remember, head up and be confident, own what you got and remember you are hot, and any guy would be lucky to have you." She leant over the hand break and gave me a tight squeeze. I nodded my head and put a strong yet impassive look on my face. I was not going to let Brett continue to get to me, he could no longer hurt me. I took a deep breath getting out of her car as Stiles had a small spaz attack.
"She looks good doesn't she Stiles?" Lydia joked nudging him in his ribs.
"Fuck Lydia, good doesn't even begin to touch it. Amya, you look beautiful, if Liam doesn't go for you I might have to," his eyes looking me up and down as I glanced down at the ground. I heard a 'whack' causing my head to snap up and I saw Scott glaring daggers at his spazzy best friend.
"I'm... uh just going to go…" I trailed off pointing in the direction of school. Lydia and Scott nodded, and I felt Stiles eyes still glued to my back, I heard another 'whack' and a 'what the fuck' from behind me but didn't bother turning around. Knowing full well that Scott was just being over protective of me. I sauntered into school, my high low skirt flowing behind me, with my head held high, just like Lydia told me to do, I had every boy in the hall way drooling over me by the time I'd got to my locker.
I pulled out my English stuff and made my way over to the other side of the school. I got to the room just in time for the bell to ring and I slipped in beside Mason. I gave him a small wave.
"Hey Mase," I said quietly as the class filled in.
"Amya you look different, what happened did Lydia swallow you?" he joked and poked my ribs.
"I guess you could say that, she's been trying to swallow me for a while now and I've just finally let her. She's like the sister I never had so it's a good feeling. I'm just trying something different from being the bitch I was last year." I said keeping my head down, he nodded.
"You know Liam couldn't keep his eyes off you this morning when he saw you literally floating down the hallway before the bell, I mean he could always spot you, which I thought was a bit stalkerish" I giggled slightly at Mason's rambling as he kept going, "I think that kid has got it bad for you, the both of you are just way to blind to see that you are perfectly matched for each other. And now that Brett is out of the picture you have a chance to be with your one true love and you can give Brett to me and I'll love you forever." He continued rambling to himself thinking I wasn't listening, the teacher came over and hovered over us, Mason continued to ramble.
"Mr. Hewitt, if you don't want detention at lunch time I suggest being quiet." The teacher shocked Mason so much his smile was wiped clean off his face the whole class.
We both exited class together as Mason kept on rambling about how cute it would be if Liam and I got together.
"Mason, Liam and I won't ever be together, I was a bitch to him and he was an asshole to me, I don't care what you think you see when you see him looking at me but it cannot be adoration, he hates me and I fucked up everything with nearly everyone while I was with Brett, even now with Brett and Scott on talking terms everything would have been so much smoother if I hadn't gotten in the way of Brett." My voice got softer and my eye widen at what I had just told Mason. I looked up at him and he looked dumbfounded.
"Amya, what do you mean 'got in the way of Brett'?" I sealed my lips tight and ignored Mason's question as I walked towards my locker, I put my books away and as I closed it Mason grabbed my elbow and dragged me out towards the empty lacrosse field. He sat me on the bleachers.
"Talk now missy." I folded my hands in my lap and looked down. I had only told Scott what happened which is the only reason Brett isn't part of the McCall pack. I felt bad, he was an omega now, no pack and it was all my fault I couldn't tell Mason about everything going on, that is Liam's job, tell his best friend about the supernatural. I don't think I'm ready to say it out loud, what Brett had done to me. Scott only knows because he saw it.
"I can't Mason I'm really sorry, when I can talk about it, I will tell you but it's still quite fresh and I don't feel like opening up old wounds." He nodded his head and pulled me in for a comforting hug.
"Don't worry I'm not going to push you but I just want you to tell me so I can help you." he breathed into my hair. I silently nodded.
"This is all I need Mason, someone there for me" I snuggled my head into his neck and just sat there, Mason gives the best hugs, well besides werewolf hugs, they are always warm and toasty.
Liam's P.O.V
I walked out onto the lacrosse field as I had a free period and wanted to get some practice in before the game tonight, but when I got there I heard talking, I leaned up against the back of the bleachers silently listening to their conversation.
"I can't Mason I'm really sorry, when I can talk about it, I will tell you buts it's still quite fresh and I don't feel like opening up old wounds." It was Amya's voice and she must be with Mason, shouldn't they be in class right now. I thought I was the only one with a free period today, or well that was what Mason told me this morning.
"Don't worry I'm not going to push you but I just want you to tell me so I can help you." I looked around the side of the bleachers and saw Mason with his arms around Amya and her head in the crook of his neck, for some reason that made my blood boil. I know Mason's gay but he's meant to be helping me out here, not trying to get her to open up to him.
I felt my eyes change colour and my claws come out. I thought I had got this under control, and Mason's my best friend. I tried reciting the mantra, 'What three things cannot long be hidden?'
"The sun… the moon… the truth." The more times I tried to repeat it the less it was working. My claws dug into my palms and drew blood. I shook my head and with one last look at Amya and Mason I stalked off to the boys' locker room, almost at a run, and stood under the cold shower trying to calm myself down enough so that I could go to my next class in 40 minutes.
I still wasn't sure why Mason comforting Amya had gotten to me so much. It wasn't like I had a crush on her or anything. Plus I knew Stilinski had liked her since they were really young so I shouldn't even be feeling this. Especially about my best friend, who is in fact very gay.
It shouldn't have been feeling like this but I guess with the way she was dressed this morning I wouldn't doubt that she could get Mason to swing the other way, he would be perfect for her, no supernatural, no worrying if she's going to get hurt on a full moon. Scott wouldn't have control over Mason and Amya wouldn't have this effect on me. Oh who am I kidding she had this effect on me when she was with Brett, when I first saw them together the night of the scrimmage, I thought I was going to rip his head clean off during the game.
She was so happy yet so small compared to Brett, the look in her eyes was one of adoration and the look in his was bored. How could someone ever be bored of her? The long wine-red locks that hung perfectly off her head and framed her face, she was the definition of perfect and I've fucked up every chance I've ever had at being with her. Just by being enemies with Brett, and by being an asshole to her. I slammed my fist against the tiled wall in the boys' locker room showers. I'll never be able to fix what I've done, or what I continue to do. I'm a monster with I.E.D, I could hurt her if my pulse rises too high, and I could hurt her if I lose my temper. I don't want to hurt her, she's too innocent. The bell rang signalling the end of my free period. I got out from under the shower, I walk over to my gym locker and quickly get changed, then I had off towards Math.