☆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
...
The redhead shrugged her shoulders carelessly as the three girls strolled towards the school entrance, the natural smirk resting upon her lips as if she hadn't spent countless days running around Beacon Hills Preserve in nothing but her birthday suit and a lick of mascara. Lois couldn't help but respect the amount of strength that her friend possessed; it was clear that behind the act Lydia was trying her hardest not to break down, but there she was — still living as though her life hadn't been hell recently.
Lydia had always been so strong. Lois wished that she had been able to be that strong when the incident had happened.
"You really don't remember anything?" Allison asked as they slowly made their way up the stairs that lead to the school doors. She held her binder close to her chest, "Nothing at all?"
Lydia simply shook her head in response, glancing at her friends with a shrug, "They call it a fugue state, which is basically a way of saying we have no idea why you can't remember running through the woods naked for two days."
"They said that?" Lois frowned.
"But personally, I don't care." Lydia chose her answer carefully and Lois raised a brow as the teen continued, but said nothing of her terrible response. She wasn't going to push her, and instead watched in vague amusement as Lydia slid her hands down her waist, "I lost nine pounds, y'know. I'm as sexy as Luna, now."
