Gold ➳ Lydia Martin

05; Eliminating the Threat

Selenian

adjective | se - le - ni - an | meaning - of or relating to the moon 

05; Eliminating the Threat

While Miles liked to pride himself on his patience, Beacon Hills had an uncanny way of testing that patience. He'd spent days alone trekking creatures through the wilderness in Europe without a single qualm, but a single period of English made Miles feel like he was about to lose his mind. 

Luckily, the class had finally ended, along with his school day, allowing Miles to get to his locker and pack any needed supplies before he headed to his car. 

Seeing as Miles had been trained to always know what was happening in his surroundings, he knew somebody was walking up to him before they could even open their mouth. His original plan was to keep his back to them and just ignore them, that way they wouldn't infringe upon his plan of getting out of school as soon as possible. Sadly, the person, who was now leaning against the lockers next to Miles, wasn't planning on going unnoticed. 

"So, you're the one who found me." 

Miles extracted his head from his locker, where he may or may not have tried hiding it inside of in an attempt to avoid an unwanted conversation. He quickly straightened his posture, hoping whoever had been talking to his hadn't noticed what he'd just tried to do. 

"Allison said your name was Miles, right?" The strawberry blonde pursed her lips together, her fine eyebrows rising up to look at the much taller boy expectantly. 

Of course Miles knew who she was immediately. Lydia Martin, the girl he had in deed found. And, in finding her, he'd pissed off his family in the process by merely doing the right thing. Now they were second guessing him, wondering if his time in France had just made him soft. 

Miles hands tightened around the straps of his backpack at the mere thought of his family. Lydia cocked her head to the side, apparently trying to read Miles. He mentally wished her good luck, because most times he even struggled to read himself. 

"Yeah, Miles," He muttered in response, giving the girl a small nod. Miles looked over Lydia's head, which was fairly easy seeing as he was nearly a foot taller then her, even while she wore heels, and he watched kids clearing out of the building. Miles sighed heavily, wishing that he'd gotten to be one of them. 

"Well," Lydia smacked her lips, causing Miles to look down at them without even meaning to, "I guess I should thank you then." 

"You don't have to." Miles moved to walk around Lydia, but the strawberry blonde caught him off guard, side stepping in front of him before he could go anywhere. Miles let out a deep breathe, looking down at the girl to express his exasperation in a well practiced frown, which somehow got no reaction from the person on it's receiving end, like it normally did. 

"Allison said you can be kind of a hard ass." Lydia was carelessly twirling a strand of hair around her finger. Miles didn't know why she kept talking to him, if she was really as bored as she was letting on.