"she's the kinda girl that eats your heart out..."
In which Lydia Martin's best friend and personal lapdog becomes a maneater.
TEEN WOLF x JENNIFER'S BODY
ALTERNATE UNIVERSE
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN TEEN WOLF OR JENNIFER'S BODY. THIS IS SIMPLY A MAS...
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SEVERAL MONTHS EARLIER
Hell is a teenage girl. Jennifer Check knew it all too well. Puberty was a bitch that made her feel uncomfortable in her own skin. The only comfort was wearing jumpers and hoodies to hide her body from others. She was undeniably unpopular, not many people knew she existed. Often they had to be reminded that she had been in their classes since kindergarten.
It seemed the only special thing about her is the fact that her best friend is Lydia Martin. When people saw them getting along, they were in shock. Why would a babe like Lydia associate with a dork like Jennifer? They were on the opposite ends of the popularity spectrums.
Most of the time, Lydia would hang out with her boyfriend, Jackson, and her more popular friends at school. Meanwhile, Jennifer would either spend her time in the library or stick with her average friends. Scott, Stiles and Allison weren't exactly unpopular though, the boys were on the lacrosse team and Allison was another friend of Lydia's. Nevertheless, she still felt invisible. Especially to Stiles, her unrequited crush.
Yet, even when people were looking, Lydia would meet up with her and talk about their day. The girls had been tightly knit since they were little. They were like sisters from different mothers. Sometimes sandbox love never dies. One day, they were going to leave Beacon Hills together. Lydia planned to go to MIT whilst Jennifer wanted to achieve her Broadway dreams.
Beacon Hills wasn't a shithole; it was just quiet. Lydia's grandmother used to tell them that the town was actually a beacon for supernatural creatures, but the girls never believed it. Perhaps they should have.
Like any other day at Beacon Hills High School, it was time for another lacrosse game. Lydia, Allison and Jennifer sat on the bleachers, watching the boys play. The crowd cheered as the team scored another goal. Allison loudly screamed, watching her boyfriend from afar.
Lydia and Jennifer cringed in their seats. "Geez. Can you keep it down, Allison?" The red-head asked.
"What? I'm just showing support for Scott." She stated.
"But can you do it more quietly, please?" Lydia rubbed her ear, wincing slightly. "I swear my eardrum's about to burst."
"I thought you'd be supporting Jackson though." Jennifer thought.
They glanced out at her boyfriend, who was sprinting past the opposing team. The ball was firmly in his netted stick; it didn't even fall when he barged into other people. Jackson Whittemore was a blonde jock whom Jennifer detested, but she hid her opinions from Lydia to avoid causing her distress.
Lydia shrugged. "I think I might break up with him."
Her friends turned to her, astonished. "Seriously?"
"Yeah. I've been thinking about it." She admitted.
"Why?" asked Jennifer.
"I don't know," Lydia confessed to them, folding her arms awkwardly. "We just don't seem to click anymore."
