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"𝑨𝒉, 𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉!" 𝑳𝒊𝒛𝒛𝒊𝒆 𝒚𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒚𝒔𝒔, her foot twisted inside a small rabbit hole. After a hard day, she was now wandering through Beacon Hills Preserve in search for Stiles and Scott who had sent her many messages asking her to meet them there. Although, they hadn't exactly mentioned whereabouts they were in the looming woods Lizzie was now lost in.
She'd had an awful day after finding out Davis's condition still hadn't improved even after her now failed attempts at healing him. Her only hope was that her powers could've actually worked was the fact that she had slim experience and control over them yet.
And after the tough news and decline in faith, the last thing Lizzie wanted to do was get shit-faced with her two crazy best friends however she was too much of a people pleaser to refuse the invite. So, here she was, trying her very best to yank her foot out of the ditch.
Finally, her ankle wriggled free and she was able to set back off on her journey through the trees. Weaving through the impending trunks, the girl's ears picked up to the sound of voices. The faint breeze blowing that night carried the sound of Stiles' slightly tipsy words. Said breeze had certainly decided to lower in temperature since Lizzie had left the house and suddenly her outfit didn't seem appropriate anymore.
Her legs held a plaid red and black skirt with dark tights beneath and her torso was clad in a thin black polo neck. Carrying on through the woods, the voices gained in volume and soon the trees thinned into a clearing that was only occupied by two lounging boys.
One sat on a tree stump beside a circular barrel which had something burning in it and the other lay drunkenly on the floor. At the sound of her footsteps, Stiles lifted his head from the ground and smiled widely at Lizzie.
"Hey, there she is." He chirruped, alcohol evident in his slurred words. "Come join us. We're taking Scott's mind of Allison. She dumped him. Oh, wait no they're 'taking a break'."
"What?" Lizzie screeched, striding over to the middle of the clearing and sitting cross legged next to Scott.
"Thanks, Stiles, really appreciate you letting everyone in Beacon Hills know I got dumped." The sober boy sassed, his head not leaving his hands.
"Aw, Scotty," Lizzie reached up and rubbed his back. "What happened?"
"After that night at the school she said she couldn't trust me anymore because I ran off, which I did to try and save everyone." Scott explained and Lizzie didn't even need to see his face to know he was close to tears. "I feel awful."
