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𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑳𝒊𝒛𝒛𝒊𝒆 𝒂𝒘𝒐𝒌𝒆 in the comfort of her bed the following morning, she was hit with a harsh headache, a slight sick feeling in her stomach, her suddenly blinding fairy lights and the reminiscence of what happened in the woods last night.
Scott McCall, just a random kid in a couple of her classes, was a freaking werewolf. Lizzie had gained a very short explanation for such a massive thing last night. Scott had said he'd explain everything in detail soon, but he didn't even know that much himself and plus, the other guy with him, Derek Hale (who, spoiler alert: was also a werewolf), had only allowed him to explain a little for now.
But what he stressed the most was for her not to tell anyone.
Lizzie was shaken up and confused at the recent discovery that Jacob from twilight was literally real, but she had agreed to keep his secret.
She groaned and rolled from her bed onto the wooden floor with a thump. She managed to pull herself up into a standing position and lazily walked over to her mirror. Through her half open eyes, she started at her reflection. She was still in her party clothes from last night and her hair was a mess.
She reached up to drag her hands down her face and then placed two fingers on her eyelids and tried to force them open.
"Wow, you look like shit." A voice came from her bedroom door. Lizzie checked who it was through the mirror and groaned again. "Hangovers sure hit you really bad don't they, L?"
"Piss off, please." Lizzie mumbled before grabbing one of her doc martins at the foot of her mirror and flinging it in Bobby's direction. Bobby lifted his arms to shield himself and then hurriedly continued down the hall to the stairs. He didn't want to provoke her anymore, as much as he would have liked to, he knew hungover Lizzie was not someone you wanted to mess with.
Lizzie changed out of her clothes a pulled on a matching set of grey sweats. She brushed her hair and pulled it into a messy pony. A knock on the front door could be heard from her room and after a few seconds a shout came from downstairs.
"Lizzie, it's for you!"
Lizzie rubbed her eyes groggily. Who was coming to her door at, she checked her alarm clock, 9:30 in the morning? It wasn't like super early but seriously, wait until it's at least past 10.
The small brunette made her way downstairs and towards the front door.
"Scott?" She questioned when she finally came into sight. Scott lifted his head from the stone he'd been kicking around and smiled at the girl.
