Outcasts [Book 1]

Ten

Pack night was filled with Stiles. It felt weird investigating his life like this - and she can't believe that Allison lied and told Parrish that she likes him just to get the more high-tech files from upstate. Thanks Allison, now she has to avoid him for the rest of her life.

"I don't know, I just felt... numb. Like I was paralyzed, but it doesn't say anything about that in here." Lydia frowns at the files that are spread out on Scott's table. The last hour had been her staring at dead bodies until she gets some sort of feeling. It wasn't that simple, though.

Scott nods and throws his paper coffee cup elsewhere. Lydia's phone rings. She would answer it outside, but its raining and her friends are just going to eaves drop anyways. They pretend like their not listening when she goes in the other room, but she can tell they are.

"Hey Stiles." Lydia greets into the phone. She can almost hear the smile in his voice when he greets her back. After he got his backpack, they drove to school while Stiles told her about how his Mom used to take him to go play baseball in the summer.

Again, she stared at him for a little too long, and thanks the universe that no one else was on the road when she did. Lydia Martin dying in a freakin' car crash would be a true tragedy.

"I wanna ask you two things." Stiles says after a pause. "Okay..." Lydia leans on the wall, eyeing the note that Melissa had left on the counter about them not buying ten boxes of pizza if no ones going to eat it.

Theres another pause. "First, have you now, or ever, sparkled in the sun?" Lydia furrows her eyebrows. "Uh, why are you asking me th-" He cuts her off. "Research." Stiles replies as if that explains everything.

He's such a dork sometimes. Sparkling in the sun? She doesn't think thats a banshee thing. "Second, whats something you've never done before?" Stiles questions. Lydia thinks she hears him run a hand through his hair.

"Um..... I've never been on a boat before." It comes out as more than a question than an answer. Before she can ask him if he's on drugs, he hangs up on her with a quick 'I'll call you later'. Lydia sighs and shakes her head.

She walks back into the living room. Everyone stares at her for a good two seconds. Their eyes quickly go back to their respective files like they hadn't just stared at her and eavesdropped on her conversation. All of her friends are dorks too.

Lydia goes back to her place between Scott and Allison. Its completely silent while she glances over the head wounds. "Whats something you've never done?" Scott mocks, "Thats how you two talk to each other?"

She doesn't reply. Lydia picks up the folder labeled 'stomach wounds' and presses it into his chest. He pouts. Despite being a semi-badass werewolf he didn't have a strong stomach and looking through other peoples stomachs cut open wasn't exactly his cup of tea.

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Stiles talks more when their alone.

When other people come, he doesn't say much. Lately when its just them alone, he tells her stories about random things from his childhood. They pretend that she's not hiding something from him and that he didn't just get out of juvie.

It works for them. Lydia gets the sense that nothing can stay this good this long, but so far, everything is fine.

She's dreading when they get to the point in their relationship when they go on a date and she suddenly gets up, in her 'banshee trance', and walks into the woods, finding some werewolf cut in half.

She's not going to be able to lie to him forever, but no ones sure wether Stiles is human or not. He could always be good at lying and appearing as a good guy. Lydia's used to having constant mystery around her life.

Is Stiles evil or not? Why was she momentarily paralyzed? Did he really kill his sister? So many damn questions, and no one has an answer.

Stiles holds her hand while they walk. "Did you hear about the lacrosse party on Saturday?" Lydia asks him, slowing down so he can put his arm around her. She ditched her car just to walk with him.

He nods. "Yeah.." His smile slips slightly. Lydia gives him a concerned look and he kisses her forehead lightly.

"I don't know if you've noticed, but they don't really like me. I mean, they cheer for me when I score goals, but no one sits with me but you. Sometimes I feel like if I wasn't good at lacrosse then people would go back to glaring at me and I would get pigs blood thrown at me, you know, Carrie style."

Stiles notes that they have to watch that movie later. Both the remake and the original. He's sure that Lydia's read the book, there seems to be a book for everything.

Lydia squeezes his side, and his smile comes back. "I think they like you, Stiles." She says. He gives her a look thats a cross between self-loathing and a beg for her not to make him go. "And if they don't then they can go to hell. We can find something else to do on Saturday." She adds at the end.

She squeezes his side harder this time and Stiles laughs in a way that again made her doubt that he's a killer. Lydia falls silent while he stops laughing. "Can I ask you something without you getting sentimental and/or quiet about it?" Lydia asks him quietly and stops.

Stiles nods. He tries to take a step forward. They do have class to get, no matter how much time he wants to spend talking to her. "How'd Heather die?" Lydia questions. She excepts him not to answer or for him to go silent again and try to keep walking.

He doesn't.

"She- uh, she froze in a lake. It was kind of like she was.... whats the word?" Stiles pauses. His eyes drift to the ground, ashamed of what he did.

"Paralyzed." Lydia finishes for him.

A/N

Me: I'm never watching Teen Wolf again, it breaks my heart

Me: Okay, i'll try again

Me: *watches season 1* aww, cute

Me: *watches season 2* i miss Jackson and Colton

Me: *watches season 3a* ok, no one managed to fuck up this time

Me: *watches season 3b* shit, Void Stiles is a sexy motherfucker... ALLLISSSOOONNN

Me: *watches season 4* NOPE, NOPE, I'M OUT *cries*

Me: *watches season 5* alright, please slowly mend my broken heart Jeff.. i trust you

Me: *watches season 5b* I TRUSTED YOU! I'M NEVER DOING THAT AGAIN!

Me: *watches season 6 trailer* fine, I trust you again...