Unspoken-Stydia.

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Her eyes darted around her surroundings. When she could confirm to herself no one was looking, her hand softly landed on the doorknob and turned it.

Lydia had thought of an idea to make sure if there really was someone new at BHHS. Some new faces have caught the pack's eye and they were all already counting on Lydia since she was the only person possible to count on the situation. She opened the door and slid herself inside quickly before anyone could see her. She had sneaked into one of the teachers' room. Lydia, being the closest to one of the teachers, knew that every single staff member had a list of the students on where each of them belong. Lydia looked around the room before her eyes landed on the laptop just right on the table. What kind of person would leave their office open and laptop unlocked?

Lydia immediately sat on the spinning chair. Lucky enough, they left the password off. She went through the files and documents until she finally saw the organized lists of students at Beacon Hills High. She was looking for the list of new students to see if there really were some freshman, or at least, transferees.

To her surprise, the list was empty!

So, does that mean those unaccustomed faces were not new and just that they've never really paid attention to them before?

Lydia creased her eyebrows puzzled. How?

She leaned back on the cushion of the chair as some small memories started flashing back to her on that very day before everyone in the pack told her to check in her Mom's office.

Lydia softly slid her hands on the locker. She stayed there for a moment until she was sure she felt nothing. No whispers from the back of her head, small tingles on the hair of her skin or anything. Just nothing. She then opened the locker and looked at the things there. Seeing an extra volleyball T-shirt, she took it out and closed her eyes gently rubbing her thumbs on the cloth. Still, nothing. She pressed her lips together and mentally whispered to herself, " This is a total waste of time. "

Lydia had no choice but to inhale the scent. And so, she did.

" Do you really have to do that? "

Lydia rolled her eyes and turned around seeing a frowning Malia with her arms crossed over her chest and one of her legs bent.

" Making sure. " Lydia replied.

" You do know I can smell your vexation from here, right? "

Lydia groaned rolling her eyes.
" I'm not getting anything. "

" You have got to feel something. Anything! " Malia whined and opened her locker wider and took out her pair of used shorts handing it to Lydia making Lydia frown at the werecoyote. Lydia put the shorts and shirt down.

" First of all, I am not a dog. Secondly, I can't just necessarily turn it on. Thirdly, I predict death not some sort of harbinger of death of your place as captain of the volleyball team. And lastly, please tell me you've got a better reason from making me cut my classes. "

Malia gritted her teeth and growled. Her brown eyes glowed bright bluish white. She flashed her claws and held Lydia's neck. Lydia gasped as she felt herself being pushed and pinned on the locker.

" I can't be outstripped by some random freshman. " snarled Malia.

Taken by surprise, Lydia had yanked Malia's claws away and grabbed her wrist twisting it so her whole body flipped and fell flat on the ground. Malia growled and grunted in pain and surprise. Lydia turned the werecoyote on her back so her front body was flat on the floor. Lydia then raised her arm up with her knee on Malia's back. She moaned at the sudden actions.