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Allison was never one to leave a mystery unsolved; she was curious until the last. Where Lydia could respect a short answer and leave well enough alone, Allison had to dig deeper, had to know the whole story.
So of course, when Lydia turned her head to glance down the hall at the clock above the door, and the scarf she was wearing fell low, Allison spotted something. A gasp escaped her lips and an absent-minded hand flew out from her locker onto the other girl’s neck. “Since when?” She asked ecstatically. Ever since she’d broken it off with Aiden on what couldn’t be described as good terms about a month ago, Allison had been itching for Lydia to get back out there, to show some signs that the awful relationship hadn’t ruined her. This was very much a sign. The second she realised what Allison was talking about Lydia adjusted the scarf so it covered the purple bruise again. “It’s nothing, don’t worry about it.” Lydia tried fruitlessly.
"Nothing? That’s a hickey. Lydia Martin has, a hickey." Allison said slowly, a devilish grin spreading across her face. Lydia tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and stared straight ahead. "I’ve had heaps of hickeys before Allison, I don’t know why you’re making such a big deal out of this." Her voice was harsh, but her best friend knew to take no notice of it. Lydia got mean really quickly, but it was never anything serious. It was when she got upset that you had to worry about. "Not in the last month you haven’t." She tactfully avoided mentioning why. "Who’s the lucky guy?"
"No one." Lydia snapped, pulling out her history textbook. Allison laughed, her fingers drumming lightly on blue metal. For a moment it looked like she might have dropped it, and Lydia went back to rearranging her books for the day and fixing her hair. "So," Allison raised an eyebrow. "do I get to meet him now, or later?" Lydia let out a mighty groan, setting her books down on the empty shelve of her locker. She turned to Allison, leaning in and locking her in a glare. "Look, it’s not a big deal. I fooled around with a guy, and now I’m left with the marks for a few days. " She spoke quietly.
"Is it someone from school? Is it Rick? Will? Stiles? Oh my God, it’s Stiles isn’t it? You took the guy’s-"
"I did NOT have sex with Stiles, for God’s sake!"
"Well then, it has to be Jeremy." Allison concluded. Lydia slammed her locker shut, loud enough that the people passing by turned to give her fleeting ‘what’s up with her?’ glances. "Allison." Lydia punctuated every syllable. "It’s Stiles, it’s not Jeremy, or Rick, or Will, or any of the other strangers whose names are running through your over-active mind right now, okay?"
Allison clicked her fingers suddenly, her eyes alight with an idea. “Do. Not. Move.” She ran off, around the corner. Lydia let out an exasperated sigh, but waited by her locker none the less for her friend. After ten minutes, she began to get impatient. Just as she was about to ditch for her next class, Allison came thundering down the stairs, a bewildered Isaac Lahey in tow. When she came into view, the banshee and the wolf shared a desperate glance. Lydia shook her head ever so slightly. This NOT how they wanted people to find out. Allison parked herself in front of the strawberry blonde, wearing a wild grin. She turned to Isaac and ordered, “Smell her.”
In unison, Isaac and Lydia gave her incredulous looks. “Excuse me?” Lydia spat. Allison shook her head quickly. “God no, not like that. Catch a scent. Who does she smell like?” Isaac looked at Lydia who, with as subtle an expression as possible, screamed at him to lie. “Uh, no one.” He ran his hand through his curly hair, gaze focussed on a splat of god-knows-what on the ground. Allison snorted, “Impossible. She had sex with someone just yesterday, maybe even this morning.” Lydia smiled internally. It’d been yesterday, but not for lack of trying. Despite what movies had told her, sometimes the janitor actually needed to use his closet. “Ah, well, maybe she washed it off. If it wasn’t someone I know, and if she had, like, ten showers, then I wouldn’t be able to tell. Plus, she’s used roughly three bottles of perfume” He faked a grimace, but she knew for a fact that he loved it. But maybe she had overdone it today. Better to be safe than sorry. She thought.
Allison pouted, defeated, but she was quickly positive. “Not a problem, I’ll just wait until Scott gets here. He’s had more practice with the scenting thing, maybe he can sniff you out.” She turned on her heel, strutting off to Maths, one of two classes the girls didn’t share. “You’re wasting your time.” Lydia called after her, but she was long gone.
Isaac tried to make a quick escape too, but Lydia caught his arm. “Not so fast, mister.” He slugged back, defeated. She let go of his arm quickly. “No one suspects anything?” She questioned. Isaac huffed annoyingly. They’d been through this at least fifty times. “No, no one suspects anything.” He mimicked her tone, looking off to the right of her head. Instinctively, she reached forward to brush his jaw gently, so he’d look at her. Realising her company, her hand recoiled. “You know why we’re doing this. It’s just until the alpha pack shit is solved. The last thing we need to do is make things more complicated, or give the alpha pack two more weak spots to hit.”
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Isaac hung his head and spoke with a defeated tone. “I know, it’s just annoying, that’s all.”
Lydia was about to reply with something comforting, an area, ironically, she wasn’t comfortable with, when the bell rang. She chuckled softly, “Saved by the bell.” She shifted her books slightly in her arms, “Come on, the perks of being in the same maths class, is you can walk me to it.” He pouted, but she gave him a winning grin and he was smiling again.
"Did you get anything?" Allison was treating this like some kind of secret mission, despite the many irritated glares she’d been receiving from Lydia through the whole of chemistry class. Now that class was finished, she could talk as loud as she wanted, but still she chose a stage whisper. Scott shook his head. "Sorry Allison. Whoever it was she’s washed him off good." He furrowed his eyebrows and watched as the genius left the classroom, making a beeline for the bathrooms so as to avoid Allison, something she’d been doing all day. "She’s gotta teach me how to do that. Maybe there’s some kind of soap or something…" He trailed off, only to be brought back by Isaac’s hand on his shoulder.
"Dude, remember we’ve got lacrosse practice this afternoon, Coach will have your head if you’re late again." Isaac’s voice was bright with displaced enthusiasm. But Allison guessed that with everything going on in their lives at the moment, a mundane, not-life-threatening activity could only be approached with enthusiasm. "Yeah, I’ll be there in a sec." Scott tilted his head to the side, watching as Isaac’s figure shrunk into the distance. "Scott." Allison clicked her fingers. "Scott!" He turned to face her. "What’s with that look on your face, what’s up?"
Scott smiled goofily. “It’s funny.” Allison waited for him to continue.
"What is?" She prodded when he failed to. Scott turned to where Isaac had been, then back to Allison. He hooked a thumb towards the bathrooms. "Lydia may have scrubbed off all traces of him, but he still reeks of her." He winked turning quickly and heading to lacrosse, leaving a speechless Allison to melt into the floor.
