It was all of the whispering and secrets that kept Lydia up at night, left crazy alone in her own mind. Except sometimes she wasn't always alone. On good nights she was disturbed by her thoughts, but on the bad ones she had images and visions of Peter Hale crowded her mind. But in all honesty she had kind of gotten used to it, it was just easier to brush him off and not react or think too much about it. But she was fed up with all of lies she was being fed.
It was a frigid, fall-almost-winter type of night and Allison suddenly had time to hang out with Lydia for the first time in what felt like weeks. As annoyed as Lydia had felt about her friend ditching her lately, she know she needed some serious girl talk, sitting in her room talking to Prada and writing in her diary just wasn't cutting it.
The two were en route to the nearest mall after eating a quiet dinner at a local franchise restaurant just a little bit outside of town. They were in Allison's car when she received a phone call, probably Scott or her father.
"Hey…What's wrong?" Must have been Scott, her 'hey' was way to flirtatious to be anyone else. "What? How did that happen? ...Yeah I guess. Okay I'll be there in a few." Allison quickly hung up the phone and put the car into drive and took off back towards Beacon Hills.
"Holy heck Allison, where are we going, I thought we were going to the mall!" Lydia said disappointed and slightly frightened at her urgency.
"Don't worry about it; it's not a big deal really." Allison tried to fake her statement; Lydia saw right through it and gave her a disapproving look. "Seriously I just need to pick something up from Scott."
"Fine" Lydia huffed and crossed her arms in the most dramatic way possible, a scowl on her face.
"Stiles is going to be there…"Allison teased and Lydia looked out the window quickly trying to hide her flushed face. Something about him made her weak, she didn't know what was going on but she was pretty sure she had feelings for him though, and that was something else that kind of scared her lately.
"So what?" Lydia rolled her eyes. "Why would anyone care if Stiles Stil…whatever his last name is, is there?"
"Because you kind of like him." She stated as if it were obvious.
"No I don't…wait how do you know that? Do other people know that?" She asked growing concern for her position on the social ladder, even though it had already fallen down many pegs in the past weeks.
"No Lydia, no one else knows. I only know because I'm your best friend and know like everything about you, it is kind of me job." She laughed softly as she pulled her small car into the high school parking lot. Lydia rolled her eyes. "Oh and when we go in just…stay by me."
"Why?"
"Just…because, just trust me." Lydia did as she was told, again. She was really fed up with everything though, she knew something was up. She did have the highest IQ in Beacon Hills High. She wasn't stupid or oblivious to things unless she chose to be.
The two girls walked into the dark and eerie looking school on the chilly, foggy night. Allison entered the building with caution and softly calling out Scott's name, Lydia followed her friend as quietly as she could in heeled boots. With a quick glance Lydia saw something in the distance, down the hall, something…not human looking? Whatever it was began to turn around just as she felt herself being abruptly and forcefully pulled into a vacant classroom.