I had just pulled up to my house after leaving Erica and Boyd back at her place, when Jackson and Lydia pulled up in Jackson's Porsche. Neither one of them looked especially excited to be there, but I guess they figured it would be best to just get this conversation over with. Lydia got out of the car, with Jackson following close behind her. She walked up to me and said, "We need to talk." From the look on her face I could tell that arguing with her would be pointless, so I led them up to my front door, grateful that my mom wasn't home.
As we sat down in the living room, I started to say something but Lydia cut me off.
"Do you know why I'm in this pack, Scott? Or Jackson for that matter? "I shook my head no. Lydia sighed and shook her head.
"You know, everyone always looks at me and thinks how great it is that I'm popular. Everyone knows my name and thinks that they know who I am, but the truth of the matter is that no one does and they honestly don't care; it's the same for Jackson. No one at school or anywhere else actually cares who we are or what we want out of life; the only thing they see is what we can do for them. Even my parents are like that; it was bad enough when they got divorced, but now the only time they really pay attention to me is when they try to make the other look bad.
Let me ask you a question Scott, if Allison and I were never friends, would you have ever tried to be friends with me and Jackson? Or would you have continued to ignore us simply because of who we were?"
Thinking about Lydia's question, I was ashamed of my answer; if Allison wasn't friends with them I don't think I would've tried to befriend them. The only person I knew that even tried to talk to them was Stiles, but that was just because he had a crush on Lydia. Right?
"The only person who didn't treat us like we were any better than anyone else besides Danny was Stiles." Jackson said. "As much as I hated the fact that he constantly flirted with Lydia, he was the only person who made me feel like I was more than just the captain of the lacrosse team. Stiles saw us as just regular kids, and the pack is the same way. When we're all together our pasts don't matter, who people think we are doesn't matter; the only thing that matters is that we're all together, that we're a family."
Lydia stood up and Jackson followed. "You have our forgiveness and I hope that you don't take this for granted. I highly doubt that Stiles is going to give you another chance." She said, and with that they both left my house, to let me think about what they said.