Outcasts [Book 1]

Seventeen

"Real or not real?" Stiles asks her quietly, pointing at the car they're in with shaky hands. Lydia nods, running a reassuring hand along his cheek. "Us, real or not real?" He asks next. She trails her hand down and to his arm. "Real, very, very real." 

He grins at her, pressing his lips against hers lightly. She pulls him closer for another kiss, and another, and another. Stiles laughs quietly to himself, even though it was a therapy day he was more than happy. 

Lydia pulls away when her fingers brush a bruise she hadn't noticed before on his back. Stiles sighs. He knew she would find out, he just didn't want her to. "It's nothing, Lyds. A few guys just... its nothing." Stiles offers her a smile, a small reassurance that he's fine. And he is, really. 

She nods and pecks his lips lightly. Stiles doesn't think he's ever going to get over kissing her. "I gotta go." Lydia glances out the window and at Scott and Isaac who are making hand motions that she's sure are suppose to be some sort of communication. 

Lydia opens up the car door an inch. When she sees the frown on Stiles' face, she kisses him again, her hands on the back of his neck, pulling him closer. Lydia loves these moments. She never got to simply enjoy someone else's presence like this anymore, and if she could, she'd stay like this with him in her car forever. 

"I'll see you at Scott's?" Lydia asks, putting one foot on the ground. Stiles nods, curling up into the seat - he liked to sleep in there during his free period. 

Scott and Isaac give her dad looks when she walks over to them. Lydia rolls her eyes, she already has one dumbass father, she doesn't need three. "So who died?" Lydia questions, raising an eyebrow. Scott and Isaac share a look. 

"No one, unless you had a prediction. You know, in your minds eye or whatever." He does the 'these are not the droids you're looking for' motion from Star Wars while Scott does a motion that makes it look like he's holding a wand. Nerds. 

"My mind eye says that something bad is going to happen to both of you." Lydia says. They share yet another glance. Lydia flicks them both in the forehead simultaneously. "Ow! Rude!" They hiss in unison, getting a few looks from passing by students. 

She finds herself questioning if they're really badass werewolves or not, as they were fooled by something most people stopped doing in the 4th grade. She swears that they're getting dumber by the hour. 

Lydia sighs and pushes past them. "Come on."

They both catch up to her, turning into the empty English classroom to have a small pack meeting. Allison, Liam, and Hayden come in almost right after them, Kira and Malia following with their arms linked. 

Scott returns to dad mode, quieting them all like a teacher with his students. "The nemeton got cut down, apparently it was killing a endangered species." Scott says, pulling his backpack further up his shoulders. 

Lydia's stomach turns. She could care less about some glorified death tree getting cut down, she only cared about a certain evil fox that comes with it. She remembers him looking directly at her and saying 'i'll be back for you, banshee girl' before crumbling to the ground. 

"But no worries," Isaac cuts in, holding up a small box, "The psychotic asshole is trapped in-" Lydia finishes his sentence for him, "A crappy wooden box." Isaac shoots Lydia a look, but doesn't say anything. He shakes the box and it rattles in a way that isn't comforting. 

"Scotty can keep it in his garage." Isaac tosses it to Scott and Lydia keeps her eyes on the box. The fact that Isaac just tossed a thousand year old dark kitsune proves how wrong this is going to go. Allison nudges Lydia, most likely thinking the same thing. 

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"What about Slave Princess Leia?" Stiles suggests with a smirk. Lydia rolls her eyes and drops an old bowling trophy into a trash bag. Scott was making them clean out his garage. Normally they would refuse, but Stiles wants Scott to like him and Lydia has nothing better to do. 

"I don't think I want to do anything this Halloween." Lydia shrugs, tying the trash bag at the end. Stiles pouts. He's lying on top of a few scattered boxes filled with Christmas supplies, he had given up on helping when three spiders jumped out at him. 

"Damn, I was really looking forward to you in a Slave Princess Leia costume." Stiles murmurs, and she rolls her eyes again. Lydia waves some fake spiders in front of her face just to see Stiles yelp and fall down. She laughs, and turns her back to him, returning to trashing things. 

Stiles crawls off the ground, getting to his feet. He almost sits back down but doesn't, getting an idea that brings a smirk to his face. "So what do you want to do on Halloween then?" He asks, slowly and carefully walking towards her. 

"I don't know, we could watch..." Lydia trails off when he presses a kiss to the back of her ear, stopping her breathing completely. "Speechless?" Stiles questions, his voice barely a whisper. Lydia turns around to pull him into a kiss. He follows her lead easily, pushing her against the shelf. 

Something falls but they pay no mind to it, unaware of the black smoke curling around their feet. 

Lydia parts her lips for him and Stiles wastes no time in deepening the kiss. His hands find her hips, pulling her closer if thats even possible. Goosebumps erupt on both of them when Stiles brushes his rough palms against bare skin. 

Someone clears their throat and they jump back from each other, both stuttering out excuses. Isaac leans against the doorway, his arms crossed and his eyebrow raised. "I didn't know we were making a porno." He comments smugly. 

The couple blushes a deep red. Lydia and Stiles share awkward glances, their lips still red and swollen. Isaac looks amused but spares them and points his thumb behind him. "Scott says you can go, if you want." Isaac sends them one more smirk before turning and leaving. 

Stiles jumps at the idea of leaving. He takes Lydia's smaller hand in his and starts to leave. Lydia stops abruptly, feeling something crawl up her back. She turns around, examining the room. Nothing seems out of the ordinary besides the scary amount of dust built up in the garage. 

She felt another chill. Her eyes narrow slightly, but Stiles lightly tugs on her hand. "Coming?" Stiles asks. He tilts his head worriedly at her. "Yeah.." Lydia nods slowly and goes with him, leaving the McCall house and dismissing all suspicions. 

Wrong choice, Sweetheart. 

A/N

Me: GUESS WHOS BACK? 

Students: wtf?

My Friend: BACK AGAIN? 

Brother's crush: That's your sister, right?

Brother: nope, nope. never seen her before in my life *hides behind backpack* 

Students: isn't that the girl that came to school crying and hiccuping 'Allison' that one day?

Me: VOID IS BACK! 

Students: Their on drugs 

My Friend: TELL A FRIEND! 

Teacher: I'm not even going to ask