"Scott if you actually play then who will I talk to?" Stiles said looking at his best friend.
"I don't know maybe you could try Lydia?" Scott said nudging his friend.
"Shut up Scott she probably just didn't hear me this morning." Stiles mumbled thinking back to his encounter where he tried to talk to Lydia earlier that morning.
"I'm serious though. I can't spend my whole life sitting on the sidelines!"
Stiles called out after his friend while rushing onto the lacrosse field
tripping over some of his gear. He ran to meet up with him grumbling
under his breath as he saw their worst enemy Jackson.
Jackson was smirking at something Danny had said and looked up at Scott and Stiles.
He glared narrowing his eyes.
"Stiles check it out." Scott said diverting his attention from the school bully
to the girls up in the stands.
Stiles forgot how to breathe. There in the bleachers was Lydia Martin. She
was sitting next to some other girl but Stiles hardly noticed her. Lydia
was the only thing he saw. She was laughing at something the other girl
said and her perfect smile made Stiles feel warm inside. His world slowly
melted as he started thinking about his infatuation with the strawberry blonde.
"That's her. The girl I was telling you about. Her name is Allison."
Scott said looking at the girl next to Lydia. Stiles tore his eyes
from her long enough to get a glimpse of the girl Scott was talking about.
She was beautiful. She was not Lydia but then again can any girl
compare to the perfection that was Lydia Martin?
"She's pretty hot man." Stiles said looking at his friend. He smiled a little
bit at the look Scott had for this girl. He looked like a lost puppy who
had finally found someone to adopt him. Stiles didn't have the heart to
mention that she was already hanging out with Jackson and Lydia the two most popular kids at school so he just shook his head at his love struck friend.
Over on the bleachers Allison was asking about Scott.
Lydia was waving at her boyfriend Jackson and hardly noticed what Allison her new best friend was saying.
"Who?" She asked barely paying attention.
"Do you know much about Scott? That kid over on the field?" Allison asked Lydia with a dimple in her smile.
"Scott who? I've never heard of a Scott. Does her go to our school?"
Lydia asked pulling out a mirror to fix her lipstick.
"He is in my English class." Allison seemed preoccupied by the lacrosse player as he took up a position as the goal keeper.
Lydia got out her bottle of hand sanitizer and used it quickly before putting it away.
"I don't know much about him then." Lydia said rubbing in the gel while watching the game.
Back on the field Stiles watched his friend get brutally drilled.
"Come on Scott. Do this for us." Stiles whispered under his breath.
Stiles wanted- no needed his friend to do well. If Scott played it
would be a victory for nerds everywhere. Stiles could faintly hear coach
yelling at Scott but Stiles blocked it out. Blocking out coach and his
whistle had become a habit of Stiles.
Suddenly as if a switch had turned on Scott caught the ball. Then another, then another, then another. Stiles jumped up and cheered overcome with pride for his best friend. He started moon walking but withered away upon
seeing Jackson glaring at him.
Looking up at the bleachers he was surprised to see Lydia and Allison both standing up and cheering for Scott.
Stiles turned his attention back to Jackson only to see that he was not happy upon seeing his girlfriend cheering for someone that he hates.
"Oh no…" Stiles said looking back to Scott with wide eyes.
All though he was happy for his friend he had just made their season a lot harder.
Lydia hadn't used her Bluetooth in a while. This wasn't 2002. But she wanted to keep her hands clear while she did some busy work while waiting for Jackson.
She was on hold with a representative from Cornell while sitting in the waiting room waiting for the x rays of Jacksons shoulder to come back. To be honest it wasn't her top school and she didn't even want to go there but her mother would kill her if she didn't apply and get accepted into every Ivy League school.
She closed her book titled "Complexity and Contradiction in Architecture" and put it away. She was fascinated by it but couldn't focus very well in the setting she was in. Hospitals visits made her antsy. She didn't mind working there but when she was visiting someone everything was different. Her heart rate sped up as she had intrusive thoughts about contracting a virus from one of the patients. Her mind wandered to the real reason she was here.
Jackson.
She could almost hear the sickening crunch his shoulder made when it contacted with Scott. Her mind quickly flashed to an image of her throwing Jackson out of the window or stabbing him. She panicked and quickly hid her thoughts. She needed to control herself. Intrusive thoughts were not a part of the plan. She would never hurt Jackson. Despite their occasionally rocky relationship she did love Jackson and her sick mind just had to realize that.
She absent mindedly twirled her hair and looked up. In front of her was the same tall lanky boy from the other morning. She tilted her head and smiled up at him. Who was this boy and who did he think he was? He was kind of cute as he stammered some sort of speech in front of her.
She wasn't hearing any of it due to the Bluetooth but it was truly fascinating to watch this irrelevant boy in front of her stutter awkwardly.
Finally after enough of the show she took out her Bluetooth.
"I'm sorry I didn't get any of that was it worth repeating?" She asked with a smile at him.
His face fell and he shook his head. Already accepting his answer she replaced her Bluetooth and continued listening to the hold music as she faintly heard him stammer once more while leaning on the wall of the other side of the waiting room.
Grumbling she turned off her Bluetooth and got up.
"Lydia Martin waits for no one. She does not wait for x rays to get back and she most certainly does not wait for 'Stuart' from Cornell honor society to take her off of hold." She said under her breath walking towards Jackson. She would asses him herself. She knew every bone in the human body and if she had to poke him in all the right places in order to find out if it was broken or not than she would.
While on her way to Jacksons room she saw the door to the morgue propped open. Lydia had spent enough time at the hospital as a CNA to know that you never leave the morgue door open. She had never been in the morgue but her curiosity got the best of her.
She entered the room timidly. It was dark and cold and she could see in the actual morgue area a tall sturdy figure hovering above a body.
He was not dressed in proper uniform Lydia noted as she hid behind a cabinet.
The figure turned around and Lydia couldn't get a good look at him until he walked further into the light from the hallway outside.
It was Scott McCall. He darted out into the hallway and closed the door behind him immersing Lydia into the darkness.
Lydia gasped as the gears inside of her head started turning.
She approached the problem the same way she approached everything else.
By asking questions.
Why was Scott McCall sneaking into a morgue?
Who was the body he was examining?
What was Scotts connection to the body?
Why did he have to sneak in to see the body instead of waiting for a funeral?
"Unless, he needed to see the body in a hurry or he needed to prove something for himself." Lydia answered her last question under her breath.
Going against her moral code she opened up the door into the main morgue and gulped. Dead bodies always scared her.
She started shaking as she approached the body Scott had put back in the freezer system.
"You need to be brave Lydia. There is a problem right now and you hate problems. But you love to solve them. Swallow your fear and solve the problem at hand." Her logical and analytical portion of her brain spoke to her as she took a deep breath and rolled out the body.
She gasped when she lifted the sheet to see what she was looking at.
It was the lower portion of a dead body. She looked at the tag on the toe of the half body.
Laura Hale.