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𝑳𝒊𝒛𝒛𝒊𝒆 𝒂𝒘𝒐𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒙𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 with numerous messages from Stiles.
Derek this. Scott that.
It was extremely wearing. As far as she could tell, Derek had been arrested and Scott had freaked out in Stiles' car and gone all wolverine on him.
She stepped out her front door and closed it behind her. The cool fall air sent a soft shiver down her spine. She was dressed in a cosy, oversized grandpa sweater and some baggy grey jeans. On her feet were her trusty grey converse. Her neck and wrists were cluttered with silver jewellery. Her face was buttered with her usual of mascara, a miniscule of eyeliner and some clear gloss.
The leaves from the trees were finally falling. The orange crunched under her feet as she lifted her earphones into her ears and blasted Lana Del Rey. There was something so romantic about listening to Lana on an autumn morning that Lizzie couldn't find a way to describe.
However, no amount of young and beautiful could distract her from the pure chaos in her life right now. She felt as if she was living in an alternate universe sometimes. She just couldn't wrap her head around the fact people were going about their business whilst the next-door neighbour was thrashing around with fangs and claws once upon a full moon.
Walking to and from school usually took Lizzie twenty minutes and today was no different. She passed the banana yellow school buses just as Kayla stepped out of one. The two girls linked arms and entered the school together. Kayla didn't need anything from her locker, so she followed Lizzie straight to hers.
"We seriously need to have a sleepover soon. It's been like... ages." Kayla requested as she tapped on her phone and Lizzie loaded her books in and out of her locker. She willingly nodded her head in agreement before turning to a presence that had just appeared next to her.
"Morning." Isaac greeted huskily, his dirty blonde curls messy as always.
"Hey," Lizzie smiled and shut her locker. "To chem?"
"To chem." Isaac agreed. She waved a quick goodbye to Kayla and left with Isaac down the hall.
"I wanted to thank you for last night." Isaac said. Lizzie turned her head a little and smiled at the boy.
"Why? We were only doing a project."
"I- I know but your dad made me dinner... so, thank you."
Lizzie blinked at him in surprise but nodded anyway. They made it to the chemistry lab seconds before the bell rung. Both teens briskly took their seats and began to unpack their stuff. That was when Lizzie realised, she still had all her gear from last night instead of her books and school supplies. Her pencils, pens, notepads, textbooks and other stationary were replaced with a dirty trowel, a torch, an empty packet of jolly ranches (which Stiles and Lizzie both scoffed on the way home) and a bottle of hot sauce.