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“I am serious Allison, I’m completely fine,” she said as she stuffed another textbook in her locker.
“Lydia, Scott told me that you had another dream,” Lydia looked at Allison who was staring at her with the most sincere looks of concern.
She sighed before closing her locker and casually leaning on it, “I thought you and Scott were avoiding each other,” she said, rather than answering her concerns. Lydia was still nursing her wounded feelings over Isaac’s repeated disbelief in her. She was scared to have anyone else shut her down; she’d even gone so far as to avoid Stiles at school. Allison had finally cornered her at her locker.
“Don’t change the subject Lydia, we’re talking about you here,” Allison said sternly. Lydia rolled her eyes, it was like being lectured by her mom, though she understood where Allison was coming from and couldn’t really be mad at her.
“Look, this hasn’t been easy for me and now I have this added dream, vision, whatever business to the pile of crazy that is my life. So no, I am not completely fine, but I am not going to break like everyone seems to think I will. I can handle myself just fine,” she explained, it had been weighing on her how much she’d had to take in, in such little time. But she was coping and dealing with it, trying to figure out where her place was in her group of supernaturally inclined and badass human friends. Or if she even had a place at all.
Allison seemed to sense what she was thinking and immediately softened, “Lydia, I believe you okay. And I believe that with what you saw we can use that to our advantage.”
Lydia pursed her lips and nodded, “That is if we can get the others to believe me too,” she pointed out.
“Stiles believes you and so does Scott,” she replied. Lydia was appreciative for them and their support in her, but she knew that they weren’t the ones in pressing danger at the moment; they hadn’t been the ones that she’d seen in her most recent dream. It had been Derek’s pack.
“And the others?” she questioned.
Allison’s face fell some at that, “Scott’s working on them,” she tried to sound reassuring but Lydia knew just how skeptical they were.
“And speaking of the troublesome trio,” Allison said, looking over her head at the oncoming group. Lydia turned and saw Erica and Boyd walking especially close to one another while Isaac lingered behind before turning to go to his locker. They briefly made eye contact but he quickly looked away, ducking his head towards his locker. Erica gave her a taunting smirk before turning to say something to Boyd.
Lydia tried her best not to let any of it get to her. Erica was simply being Erica because for whatever reason unknown to Lydia, she had somehow managed to piss off the newly made werewolf. As for Isaac, it was a little harder for her to ignore her feelings of hurt. But that’s what really got to her, the fact that all she felt when she saw him was fleeting hope, followed by the sharp pang of disappointment.
She turned away from them, another pair catching her eye down the hall. She saw the twins practically strutting through the crowded hallway as if they owned the place. Knowing smirks on their faces as girls and some boys, blatantly stared as they passed.
Aiden paused by her locker, Allison looked between the two of them curiously, her gaze steely when she looked to Aiden. The atmosphere was suddenly tense, “Allison you go on without me, I’ll see you in class,” she said, hoping Allison took the hint.
Allison nodded slowly before finally looking away from the staring match that she’d been locked in with Aiden, “Alright, well see you I guess,” she said before making her way down the hall, pausing once to look back at them, her face was a mix of concern and something darker. Lydia shrugged it off as she turned her attention to Aiden.
“So what do I owe this pleasure of your company?” she asked sarcastically.
His smirk only grew at her feigned annoyance, “I was coming to see if you’d like to take me up on that study date,” he said, leaning onto the locker next to her. His eyes staying steadily locked with hers. They were a warm color of brown but there was something there in them, something that made her remember Isaac’s request to stay away from him.
At the thought of Isaac she glanced back to see him sending a death glare Aiden’s way, Erica and Boyd tense at his side. She huffed as she turned back to Aiden, now he decided to pay attention.
“I have something better in mind,” she said as she reached out to grab his hand. He looked down at their laced fingers before offering her an actual smile in response. She smiled back before pulling him away from the lockers.
They passed the trio who were still glaring at them. Isaac suddenly moved towards, “Lydia,” he said with a warning tone. She looked at him, his face was still set in a glare, though she saw his eyes soften as he looked at her.
“I have to go,” she said, before pulling Aiden along. She heard him call her name but continued down the hall, Aiden close by her side.
*
Her legs hit the desk and she ungracefully fell into a half sitting position, she could hear the various items on the desk scatter as they moved frantically on it. Aiden’s mouth was latched to hers, his tongue working its way into her mouth. Her hands clutched his shoulders as she tried to ground herself to what was happening.
This wasn’t necessarily her first kiss. She’d shared an awkward peck with Greenberg at the one and only party she was ever invited to in middle school during a game of spin the bottle. She definitely felt out of her depth here, but Aiden seemed to know what he was doing as he worked his mouth down her neck, sucking lightly at the skin under her ear, causing her to gasp and try to stifle a moan as he moved to suck at the base of her throat.
As he continued to trail kisses along her collar bone, she felt a strange tugging feeling. It was coming from within her, like something was trying to pull at her mind. She recognized the feeling; it was the one she got before she had one of her dreams, though she wasn’t sleeping this time.
She tried to push it away and focus on Aiden’s very skilled mouth and the way his hands were roaming along her sides, but the tugging persisted. This time accompanied by hazy images. She closed her eyes and tried to focus on them, to pull them from her mind. Unlike in her dreams, where they would just appear, now she was fighting to make the images clearer.
She could make out a silhouette, someone standing hunched in a dark room. As she focused more the face became clearer, it was Isaac. His face was twisted into a look of fear and panic. She pulled her mouth away from Aiden’s, trying to pull out more from her mind.
He was trembling as his hands clutched the doorframe; she saw the claws extend from his fingertips as he dug them into the wood. His eyes turning from blue to gold in an instant, they flared with anger as his head contorted before finally growling out, canines long and protruding from his mouth.
The vision cut off and she could feel the tug snap back, like a rubber band that she’d pulled to tight and then released. She gasped as she pulled back completely from Aiden, her hands at his chest keeping him at bay as she tried to control her breathing.
She looked up at him and saw his knowing smirk, “What did you do?” she asked darkly, her fingers curling around his shirt as she gripped him tight. He used his position to push her farther down on the desk, eyes roaming over her face, his smirk growing.
“Only what I was instructed to do,” he answered. Her eyes widened when his eyes flashed red, fangs suddenly growing.
She let out a shriek of terror, it echoed through the school, signaling the others.