The Strawberry Blonde~~Lydia Martin

2.5.3

After Chemistry class, which had gone horribly wrong by the way, with Isaac and Erica successfully testing Lydia and nothing happening, Scott, Stiles, Allison and I go into Coach's office. "Derek's outside waiting for Lydia" Scott informs us as soon as he closes the door. "Waiting to kill her?" Allison sighs. "If he thinks she's the Kanima, then yes, especially after what happened at the pool" Scott nods.

"It's not her." Stiles argues. "Stiles, she didn't pass the test, man. Nothing happened." "No, it can't be her" "Stiles is right" I quickly chime in, shaking my head. "I was with her for a little bit before I went to save Stiles and Derek. I watched her drive away from the school. And if Stiles says he was in that pool for hours, that means she has an alibi right? Talking with me." "What were you doing with her?" Allison raises an eyebrow in my direction.

"That's not important right now. If I was with Lydia while Sterek was in the pool, it can't be her!" I exclaim. "Sounds like a good point" Scott nods but Allison shakes her head. "It doesn't matter, because Derek thinks it's her. So, either we can convince him that he's wrong, or we've got to figure out a way to protect her." "I'll do anything" I nod and Stiles nods in agreement as well.

"Well, I really don't think he's gonna do anything here. Not at school." Scott points out. "What about after school?" Allison brings up and he sighs. "Hmm...okay, well...what if we can prove that Derek's wrong" "I already just did! I was with her when they were being attacked!" "He's not gonna believe you. Even if you are telling the truth, he's stubborn like that. It's not gonna do anything" Stiles chimes in.

"So, we should find another way" Allison suggests. "By 3:00?" "There could be something in the bestiary." Allison shrugs. "Oh, you mean the 900-page book written in archaic Latin that none of us can read? Good luck with that" Stiles scoffs. "Actually, I think I know someone who might be able to translate it." Allison says, thinking it over. "Uh, I can talk to Derek, maybe convince him to give us a chance to prove it's not her" "Let me come too. I've got a few words for him myself" I nod.

"I don't know" Scott says unsurely. "Come on, Scott. I can handle Derek" I scoff and Scott sighs. "Fine...but, if anything happens, you guys let me handle it, okay?" Scott looks around at all of us. "What does that mean?" Allison asks confused. "It means you can't heal like I do" "I can" I remind him. "I just don't want you getting hurt" Allison gives him a deadpan look before digging through her bag as we watch.

She pulls out a crossbow and I gape at her. "I can protect myself" "They've armed you with a crossbow now?! What's next? They're gonna ask you to chop up werewolves in front of the entire class?" I ask in disbelief. "I took this from them. This isn't to help them, it's for me" Allison tells me and I shake my head. We both knew who it was actually for.

Allison turns her attention to Scott, who was frowning worriedly at her. While they have their little moment, I turn to Stiles. "You should follow Lydia around" I advise. "Yeah, that was the plan" Stiles nods. "If you need any help, just call me, okay? Protect her with your life" Stiles quickly nods in agreement. "We have until 3:00" We hear Scott say. He waves for me to follow him and I send Stiles a nod.

I walk ahead of us and open the office door, the both of us ready to confront Derek when we hear the sound of an arrow whizzing towards us. Scott turns just in time to catch it, the arrow having almost hit him in the eye and we see Stiles holding the crossbow with a sheepish look. "Ah. Sorry" Allison motions for it back and Stiles gives it to her. "Sorry. It's a sensitive trigger on that" He defends himself while I roll my eyes. I was really entrusting him to look out over Lydia?

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Scott and I walk across the lacrosse field, heading towards Boyd who was idly standing near the bleachers, his hands in his leather jacket pockets. "We want to talk to Derek" Scott calls. "Talk to me" Boyd shrugs. "We don't want to fight." "Good. 'Cause I'm twice the size of you" Boyd comments, sizing us up as we stop in front of him.