Where it started

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Third person pov
When Lydia turned sixteen she was to busy entertaining her party guest to notice the pain as the mark was seared into her skin and gray swirl-like shape; the same one as a person she didn't know yet a person who would become her friend and then something more a boy named Stiles Stilinski. At first she wore it proudly stating that she had someone that was going to love her. But she soon grew restless waiting for the dull gray to turn into a Ravens black seeing couples happily together she yearned for it and of course feeling insecure about it she covered it up every day.
When Stiles Stilinski got his mark it felt like a thousand needles had gone into his side and almost passed out from the pain. But from that day forward he wondered what kinda girl his soul mate would be. Would it be the nerdy girl he could talk about Star Wars with, or the quiet girl who sits in the back subtle and mysterious , or the rocker chick who didn't care what people thought. But he never guessed it would be the queen of the school, the finest American beauty, the one and only Lydia Martin.

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