2.06: frenemy

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We just pulled up to Lydia's driveway, about to drop her off. I sighed. "Lydia, we need you to promise not to tell anyone about what just happened."

She looked from Allison to me. "I promise not to say anything about what just happened if someone tells me, what the hell just happened!?"

"It's—It's kinda' complicated..." Allison mumbled. Lydia looked perplexed. "Oh, well, maybe you can start with, why was Derek there? Or where Jackson went? Or what is wrong with Erica?"

"Oh, do you need a minute to come up with a plausible lie?" She rebuked. Man, was she pissed. I would be too if I'm being honest.

"Part of the reason why I'm asking is because Scott and I aren't supposed to be seeing each other, okay? So, it's better if you just keep what you know to yourself." Allison stammered.

"Fine. I'll keep what I know about you and your boyfriend, which is nothing, to myself." She huffed.

Lydia was about to leave the car but Allison grabbed her arm. "Hey, he's not just my boyfriend you get that right? Try and remember what it feels like, all of those times in school when you see him standing down the hall and you cannot breathe until you're with him." Allison sniffled.

I could see Lydia's stare soften into forlornness, because I did the same too. I only wish someone felt that way about me, the way Scott feels about Allison.

"Or those times in class when you...You can't stop looking at the clock because you know he's standing right out there waiting for you. Don't you remember what that's like?" Allison pleaded.

"No."

"What do you mean "No"? You've had boyfriends."

"None like that." Lydia sniffled and left the car. Me too, Lydia.

"Just give her a couple days, she'll be fine." I sighed and stepped into the front seat.

-

Allison dropped me off at Stiles' house. He said that we needed to go follow the Kanima. Nothing more.

We found out that he was at a club. Stiles and I caught up to Scott who was around a corner.

He gradually turned his head and gasped. "Sorry!" I shrieked. "I lost him." He admitted.

"What you couldn't catch his scent?" Stiles asked.

"I don't think he has one." Scott hypothesized. I crossed my arms. "Any clue where he might be?"

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