☆彡 𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗼𝗹𝗳
❛ this isn't just a scarf, alright? y'know, it also doubles up as a super awesome cape. ❜
lois was waiting for superman -
not a teenage beta with a bad
attitude and a habit of wearing
...
After a very brisk and one-sided conversation — and half an interrogation — with her father, whom had insisted that she stayed home that day like he had done every year since the incident, Lois had eventually made her way out to Stiles' jeep without breaking down in a mess of emotions. Not a single tear had been shed.
Though it wasn't as if it was a hard task; she had been hiding the tears for longer than she could remember.
Since taking a seat in Roscoe that morning (his powder blue jeep that was non-coincidently also the name of her first cat) Lois had successfully endured five painful minutes of listening to the boy on her left in his mindless babble about how he, alongside his father, had found Lydia Martin walking naked through the woods the night prior. The big news hadn't exactly come as a shock to Lois, being that that the pack had completely failed to find her during their attempts to do so several nights ago, but at least the hunters hadn't succeeded either — that had to have been a benefit, right?
Lydia's mom had called her, as well.
She had wanted to visit as soon as possible, but she had been told that Lydia was adamant that she was going back to school as soon as possible. And by that, she had meant today.
In a way, Lois wasn't really surprised; Lydia had always had a strong will and iron fist. Once she set her mind on something, she was going to do it. Whether she had been wondering through the woods naked, or not. Lydia Martin was going back to the school that she ruled over. No questions asked. In all honesty, Lois hadn't expected anything less. This was Lydia, after all.
