Old Scars, Future Hearts

25

Season Three

Lydia noticed Marika and Dmitri and smiled. "Get in. Are you okay?"

Marika nodded absentmindedly. "I'm fine."

Dmitri frowned. "No she isn't."

Marika swatted his chest. "Shut up."

"Hey, don't hit me."

Marika glared at him and turned away. She'd been dreading coming back to Beacon Hills. She didn't take kindly to being snapped at for nothing she did, and she mentally cursed her fatal flaw.

Lydia nodded and said, "It is not a double date. It is a group thing."

Allison frowned. "Do they know it's a group thing? 'Cause I told you that I'm not ready to get back out there."

Lydia let out an annoyed sigh. "You were in France and didn't do any dating for four months?" She turned to Marika and Dmitri. "And you. I barely hear from you two, and suddenly you appear near my car?"

Marika fiddled with her necklace and lied, "Dima and I were too busy with everything at camp. Sorry."

"You're lying to me. I can tell."

"Okay, so?"

"Marika? What happened? Does this have to do with what happened with Stiles a few months ago?"

Marika pursed her lips and ignored her friend's question.

Allison asked, "Did you? I mean, after..."

"Do not say his name," Lydia retorted.

"Everything was sorted?" Dmitri inquired. "He's okay?"

Lydia sighed again. "Well, the doctors looked like total idiots when he turned up alive, but everyone got over it. And yes, Derek taught him the werewolf 101, like how not to randomly kill people during the full moon."

"So then you've talked to him?" Allison wondered.

"Uh, not since he left for London."

"You mean since his dad moved him to London."

Lydia pursed her lips. "Whatever, he left. And seriously, an American werewolf in London? Like, that's not gonna be a disaster."

Dmitri chuckled softly. "It sounds like a bad disaster movie." Lydia glared at him. "Sorry."

Allison glanced at Lydia. "So you're totally over him?"

Lydia let out a scoff. "Would I be going on a double date if I wasn't? Yes, it is a double date. It's not an orgy. You'll live. Marika gets a pass, since she looks like she might hurt someone. Just make sure it's not Stiles."

Marika frowned. "I'll avoid him for as long as I want to. But don't worry. I won't hurt him."

Allison turned to her. "Just mad?"

"Yeah."

Marika rested her head on the window. A blue Jeep caught her attention. "Oh gods," she muttered. "Lydia, can you please drive faster?"

Allison glanced at what she looking at and turned to their friend. "Lydia, go! Just go!"

"But the light," Lydia protested.

The light was red, and they were stuck at it, as were the boys. Marika shrunk deeper into the seat, not wanting to be confronted by either boy. Especially a certain spastic boy who had been calling and texting all summer asking why she was, as he put it, ghosting him.

Stiles opened the window, calling out to them.

Lydia ran a red. "You three all right?"

"Peachy," Marika mumbled.