𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕤

𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕖𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥

"Is this cute?" "No, absolutely not, that's a fashion scandal, honey." "Well, you didn't have to say it like that." Dakota smiled, hanging the 'fashion scandal' on the clothing hanger.

As promised, the girls stood in their 10th store of the day with each carrying a fair amount of bags that were overloaded with clothes.

"Well, I'm pretty sure we've been in every store in the mall, and they're all closing soon. So sleepover at my place?" Lydia smiled at her, "Only if we watch the notebook." 

"Again? c'mon Lydia, you promised that we'd watch a sad dog movie!" Lydia pursed her lips, "What about we watch both?" "Now, that's more like it." Dakota grinned walking out of the mall with Lydia by her side.

"But, we watch the dog movie first. I think it's called 'rescue ruby' or something." "Deal." The girls stuffed the trunk with their bags, Lydia entering the driver's side as Dakota claimed the passenger side.

"So, How's it going with Stiles?" The girl's head snapped to Lydia, "What?" "You know what." "No, I don't know 'what', care to explain?" "Dakota..." She warned her, she knew something was up with them. And she was destined to find out what it was. 

"Okay fine, You know the motel?" "I don't think I'm going to forget that anytime soon.." "Yhea well, I heard Scott and Stiles talking about who he thought was the Darach..." 

Lydia pressed the gas harder, already knowing where this was going. "He thought it was me, I mean can you believe that? And I can't even ignore it! I live right next to Scott, which is where he is 90 percent of the time." 

Lydia pulled up in her driveway, both of them loosening their seatbelts, "Well, you can't ignore him forever, and I know that the two of you fought last night. I was still in the parking lot at that time." The two of them stepped out of the car, "Well, then you know I'm right."

"I'm not too sure you are, I mean, he said sorry, right? multiple times." They entered the house, closing the door behind them, "Lydia, sorry doesn't fix everything." "Yeah I get that, but you have to understand that he means it well."

 The girl grabbed some bags of chips and candy. Followed by the girls going to her room to change, "Lydia..." "Dakota..." "I just don't know if I can trust him, I mean, I've only known him for a week and-" "Exactly, you've only known him for a week. He has every right to overthink that kind of thing. Just give him time." 

"Okay, he has every right to overthink that kind of stuff, but I spent every minute that I wasn't home with him, so if I was the darach, how would I be killing people?" 

"I don't know, and I am a hundred percent sure that it's not you. But he has a... problem... with trusting people. Like he still doesn't trust Derek, or Cora, or Deaton." "Not even deaton?" "Not even him, so just give him a chance is all I'm saying, he'll grow on you."

 The girls hopped on the bed and turned the TV on, "Yhea okay, but I can't do that... I just screamed at him that I can't trust him." 

"Do you have his number?" "No..." The girl rolled her eyes, pursing her lips, "After a week-" "I never asked, okay?"

"Well, do you want me to give it to you?" Lydia paused for a moment, chewing on some popcorn, "To talk, just send a simple text and you can talk like responsible teens. But don't make it seem desperate though." While Lydia was speaking, she grabbed her phone and put Stiles' number in it

The strawberry blond-haired girl gave her phone back, "Okay, so this is what you're going to type; "Hey stiles, it's Dakota. Sorry for overreacting, wanna talk?"

The girl gave her an offended glance," You think I'm overreacting?" "No, but sometimes you just have to give the boy what he wants. That's the way it works."