Chapter 3

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It felt like a scene from a fanfiction or even an imagine, ugh this was perfect. My head was resting on his shoulder and he looked down at me to smile. His face naturally leaned down as mine leaned up and we- "Woah who knew the actual party was down here?" I could tell by her voice that it was Lydia. I bit my lip and turned around to see her staring at me, with her eyes wide open. "Were you? Oh my god!" Lydia screamed and grabbed Allison's arm. "Shh, Lydia....." Allison

tried to calm her down and looked at me apologetically. I laughed and waved them over to join us. "Come here and watch the movie Lydia and shut up" Everyone's attention turned as the person in the movie screamed for bloody murder. The person was left to die and when I felt Scott tense up, I realized what left her to die had in fact been a werewolf, not a murderer. I inwardly groaned and met Stiles' eyes to tell him that we should change the movie. "Uh, where's the remote?" Scott looked at him solemnly and pointed on the remote next to him. Stiles swiftly grabbed it and change the channel to an old horror movie me and Lydia saw together back in 8th grade. "Hey! It's sinister!" I laughed and looked at Lydia. "Oh my god I rememember this! Ugh good times" Lydia leaned back down as the movie started and I realized I had been sitting up the whole time. I relaxed and cuddled into Jackson's arms again. He smirked at me remembering the same thing I did. Back in 8th grade when Lydia and Jackson broke up, he told me we should watch a scary or action movie together since Lydia was the type to only watch the romance movies she wanted. Lydia could be an amazing person with boys, fun to hang out with and all that but often times she got controlling. Stiles over there however, knew of this completely and didn't mind it one bit. I personally loved them together and I knew Lydia could do everything in her power to get who she wanted,even if that person was Jackson ,so I was thankful she got over him after he had turned.

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