The pull of the moon had pretty much felt like an unwanted weight on Lydia’s shoulders the entirety of the school day. It was too be expected with the full moon coming close, but it also made her want to get home as soon as the bell rang and crawl under her thick blankets in a bed where she could pretend that this wasn’t her life now - that her boyfriend, ex-boyfriend…. ex-werewolf wasn’t off gallivanting in Europe after sharing with her the ‘gift’ of the bite, leaving her to deal on her own; that she was just Lydia Martin, the queen bitch of Beacon Hills, waiting in the wings to surprise everyone when her ivy league college acceptance letters starter pouring in. It was a nice fantasy to retreat into on days like this, one where she was just a bratty teenager and that she didn’t spend her full moons a full-fledged, fanged out werewolf.
The moment class was dismissed, Lydia gathered up her belongings before promptly striding out of the classroom. Behind her, she could hear Danny call out her name, probably to check up on her or something equally as nauseating, but as far she was concerned he could be addressed later. For now, the only thing requiring her full attention currently was at home on the top floor buried underneath pillows and a plush pink duvet.
Of course, that was wishful thinking. She’d barely started putting away her books at her locker before she could feel her carefully constructed plans being tossed out the window. Lydia recognized his scent before she even turned around. Scott McCall. On a normal basis, Scott practically reeked of boyish enthusiasm and good intentions and now was really no different. In truth, Lydia found it oddly comforting in this new world she’d somehow crash landed into. She knew what he wanted from her. There was really no way around it when he spent practically ever moment alone with her reminding her how welcome she was to be part of his pack, to belong. It was sweet, much like Scott, but the word also made Lydia want to vomit. Pack. Jackson had used the word, said that they could start their own pack, that it would bond them together… but that had turned out catastrophically and Lydia was more than unwilling to try again. Besides, who was better to look out for Lydia than Lydia?
"What McCall?" She called without looking before stiffing as her nose caught whiff of another scent. One smelling vaguely similar to Allison Argent. Slowly, she turned around, catching Scott’s wide eyed glance, the subtle shift of his head. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that he was telling her to be natural, to blend in. The joke was on him because really, putting on a mask for the outside world was sort a Lydia Martin specialty at this point.
"Just wanted to introduce you to a.. friend. Lydia, this is Stiles Stilinski. He’s new here."
Being new wasn’t really something that bothered Stiles. He wasn’t the type of guy to get sad that he had to move away from the place he been living forever and it wasn’t because he was one of those teenagers that ‘hated’ life or some crap. It was just because he didn’t have any real friends in his old town, he had people he sometimes talked to but he was always the sarcastic dorky kid. He spent most his time helping his dad. Helping his dad made him feel needed and that’s all Stiles ever really wanted. Was to feel like he was doing something for the better, be someone more than that dorky sarcastic kid. One day be someone’s superhero like his dad was his. His dad was always someone he could look up to so he supported his choice to move so he could be the new sheriff in Beacon Hills.
It was actually pretty cool to him and it made sense to move, to find more werewolves that his dad was really head on about finding and hunting, to live with his uncle and cousin who were also werewolf hunters. It all made sense for them to be together. Or that’s what Stiles thought. Plus, being in the same place as Allison he knew that he had someone except his dad to talk to about things that no one else would really understand. They became pretty close over the years, both knowing about hunting and werewolves, being around the same age whenever they came to visit it got them to understand each other on a level because in a way they both didn’t really have a the teenage life that most people had.
He pulled the strap of his backpack while he walked through the hall. It been couple weeks since he been living there and going to that school, it was actually nice, it was almost like he was making a new start and at the same time it was a change making it a little weird. Sure he wouldn’t be able to change who he was, this wasn’t about making a fresh him, he was bound to be nothing less or nothing more that the guy he was but at least people didn’t have him labeled just yet. Not that he really cared, there were only a few people that he really cared what they thought and those people were his dad, uncle, and Allison. His family have and will always be what matters to him.
Stopping he looked at the other boy standing in front of him, Scott. Scott McCall was one of the few people that actually stopped and gave him more than a few seconds of his time. He seemed like a good person, there were not alarms going off in Stiles’ head that he was bad so why not? Why not talk to him a little? They walked down the hall together for a little while before Scott stopped them so he could introduce him to Lydia.
God, Stiles didn’t even know this girl but the times he saw her around the hallways he already pegged her for the most beautiful girl in the school. She was the kind of girl guys could only dream about. The perfect strawberry blonde hair, the eyes, just everything. Stiles smiled and lifted his hand up to give her a small wave. “Hey, Lydia nice meetin’ you, like he said I’m Stiles.”