Into the Wreckage ▸ Scott McCall (3)

xviii. THE CALM

xviii. THE CALM

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"Lydia." 

She didn't respond, too occupied with her work.

"Lydia," Malia whispered again, Foster glancing up to see Malia trying to get Lydia's attention. Lydia, Malia, Foster, and Kira were currently in their economics class, and thankfully, the four had been put next to each other. By some miracle, Foster supposed, she and her best friends got to sit by each other.

This basically went against the teacher handbook, yet here they were.

Kira and Foster glanced at each other, noticing the excitement written upon Malia's face. They wanted nothing more than to be excited for the werecoyote, but they knew why Lydia was a bit out of it. Last night, barely remembering what happened, Lydia had shown up at Derek's loft screaming. 

They all knew what that meant. When Lydia screamed, it meant death. Unfortunately for Derek, his name was also a cypher key - just like Allison's and Aiden's. The only explanation Lydia, Stiles, and Foster had gotten for that was that Derek was going to die. It was predicted by a banshee, after all.

While the deadpool may have been over, it seemed that whatever Kate had done to him was having more than just slight effects. They thought Derek losing his werewolf abilities was the worst of it, but they knew that they were wrong. 

Lydia finally glanced up from her paper to see Malia holding her test out in front of her, grinning brightly. "I passed."

Lydia's green eyes fell upon the C minus written in red and circled, and smiled faintly. Foster beamed, fighting the urge to applaud in the middle of class. For a girl who had been a coyote for eight years, she was picking up on everything pretty damn well. 

"C minus," Lydia commented, not finding it all that great. Then again, it was Lydia. The girl was a stellar student. Foster, though, beamed at Malia. While Foster was smart, she had her days where she didn't do all that great. She got C's on tests from time to time (although she would like to inform that she got an A minus on this one). 

"Your notes are fantastic when they're not written in code," Malia complimented, all of them knowing that Lydia's notes are the only thing keeping Malia from flunking. 

It was then when Finstock took another step forward and slammed another test on Malia's desk. This one, though, was a fifty four percent. She had failed, and the three supernatural girls felt their hearts sink at the sight. Malia's face fell, a frown etching on her lips.

Malia glanced up at him, Finstock informing, "I'm disappointed, Malia. Profoundly disappointed."

Malia's face fell even more so as Finstock then placed Foster's test on her desk. Foster didn't even glance at it, simply shooting Finstock a glare.

"She tried her best," Foster defended, knowing how hard this transition has been for Malia.

To integrate into school, catch up on eight years of work, and try to keep herself from getting murdered by assassins, it was no wonder that not all of Malia's tests were that great. But Foster had to admit, Malia's been doing a really good job at it so far. Who was Finstock to rain on her parade?

"Not as hard as you did," Finstock muttered, and Foster could hear the compliment and insult in his words.

Foster eyed her test, seeing a large ninety seven scrawled at the top of it. It was honestly taking everything in her not to jump for joy right now. She was doing well at economics, yes, but this was beyond her dreams. She typically got mid B's on these tests, yet here she was with two A's. Maybe her luck was finally turning in her favor.