Short, I know. I needed a filler...
"We need to talk." I demanded, walking into Scott McCall's house, completely uninvited.
The two looked up at me, surprised.
I was un-phased that they were mid make out, Scott's shirt was off, no surprise there, and Allison looked like a dear in the headlights. I waited for them to somewhat compose their selves.
"I'm waiting." I crossed my arms and stood my ground.
I was not leaving.
After Scott had put his shirt back on and Allison got over her initial shock things went straight to denial. We were sitting at Scott's dining room table, his mom at work, a plate of cookies in front of us.
"I want to know everything, Allison, you told me you'd tell me."
Scott looked at her. Like they've had this conversation before.
"You told her that?" He demanded.
"I had to! She needs to know! And after the other night-"
"Hi, I'm still here!" I yelled.
They of course, ignored me.
"This isn't your decisions to make, Allison!" Scott snapped.
My best friend's face was a mix of amusement and anger.
He was so getting it.
"Not my decision? Since when did you start calling all the shots?"
As they fought, I thought if my conversation with Derek Hale. Peter was dead. That made more sense then anything else. Maybe I am a medium. I then began fantasizing of having my own TV show and reuniting family members with their dead loved ones. God was I insane. I was interrupted, not by the couple pretty much reenacting my parents divorce, but by the loud clang from upstairs.
I looked to the ceiling. "What was that?"
"Just Stiles." Scott answered, distracted.
"He climbs through the window?" I interrupted again.
"My mom took his house key." Scott answered hasty.
I blinked. Not at all surprised.
Moments later he descended down the stairs and spotted us in the dining room.
When he saw me sitting there his eyes widened.
"What are you doing here?"
"Stiles!" Scott snapped.
"Do you think it's a good idea to tell Lydia everything?"
"Everything?" Stiles answered.
"Everything." Scott echoed, glaring at Allison.
"Well, uh-" Stiles started, going back to his exasperated roots.
I had enough.
"Listen. I know that you are lying to me. All of you."
I made it a point to look each of them in the eye.
"I also know that you don't want to tell me, to protect me or something." Stiles nodded.
"But something's going on with me, mentally." I mumbled.
"And telling me could really save me some counseling sessions and VIP treatment in the library."
They were silent, what a surprise.
"Okay, why is Derek Hale looking for Jackson? And why is Jackson acting so crazy?"
Allison shot her head down. So did Scott.
I sighed, tugging at my hair.
"Why are you working with him on something? Who is being controlled? Why did you leave the roller rink on Friday?" I took a breath. "Stiles, why are you hanging out with Erica so much?"
That last question wasn't meant to be there, that last question should not have been a thought.
"I need to get home." Allison sighed.
No. she couldn't do this.
"I know, I'm sorry Lydia. But I need to, it's my dad." Her eyes landed on her cell.
"I have work in fifteen minutes." Scott answered.
"I'll drive you." Allison mumbled, grabbing her bag.
Were they serious?
Stiles was staring at me, I don't think he ever stopped.
"What?" I snapped, nearly in tears because of these people.
He walked over and hugged me.
I know he has seen me cry, I shouldn't have been ashamed. I know that he was just trying to comfort me, but it didn't matter. I was done. I was done with all of them. This reminded me of earlier in the afternoon, when Erica was wrapped up in his arms, just like this. I didn't care who initiated that hug. I didn't care about anything right now. I pushed Stiles off me and sniffed.
"I-" I started, my voice cracking.
What was I going to say? How could I stand my ground and not want to cower away like a child.
I wasn't a child, hadn't been for too damn long. And the last thing I was going to do was sit here and be lied to, and dodged and ignored. So, yeah, I was done.
I slammed the door on all of them.