red || stydia

chapter one: body.

Lydia Martin's life could be described in one word: ordinary.

She was a normal seventeen-year-old junior, aside from being one of the only redheads in the town of Beacon Hills. She was a genius, though she didn't like to flaunt about it. She had her best friend named Allison who she had known ever since she moved to her town in ninth grade.

Everything was ordinary - but what happened today, was everything but ordinary.

"Did you hear?" Allison asked eagerly as she grabbed Lydia in the hall.

"Hear what?" Lydia replied, moving out of the way before she was shoved by her ever so kind classmates.

Allison couldn't stop grinning. "They found a body in the woods today."

"A body?" Lydia's eyes widened and she lowered her voice. "Wow, nothing like that ever happens here. Do you know who it was?"

Allison shook her head. "I heard it was female. The sheriff and his team and going out tonight."

"If they already found the body, why are they going out again?"

Allison's grin widened, if that was even possible. "That's the best part. They only found half the body."

"Oh no," Lydia replied, watching her best friend's face. "I know that look. I don't like it."

"We're going out to find the other half of the body!"

Lydia groaned. "Ugh, I knew it. Did you even think I would agree?"

She felt a pair of hands shake her shoulders from behind. "She knew you wouldn't agree, so that's why I'm here as reinforcement."

Lydia turned around to see Isaac, her childhood friend. It also helps that he's her next-door neighbor. But what he's forgetting to mention is that he's in love with Allison, so Lydia sincerely doubts that convincing her to come out tonight is the only reason he's here.

"Sure, reinforcement," Lydia muttered, shooting Isaac a look that left Allison oblivious.

"So, you are going," he said sternly and watched as she stomped her foot like a three-year-old. "The guys are going too, it'll be fun!"

Lydia rolled her eyes. "Oh great, even better."

"You and Stiles can get along for an hour or two," Allison chuckled.

"Of course, we can," Lydia nodded, "as long as he gets his head out of his ass and isn't his usual cocky self."

"And who is this you so fondly speak of, Red?"

Lydia closed her eyes to avoid seeing both her friends snickering faces and whirled around to see none other than Scott and Stiles, resident co-captains of the lacrosse team, king jocks of this high school and also Isaac's best friends. She's also known them since pre-school, but was never very close. She had no issues with Scott, he was a total sweetheart, but for some reason, she's never gotten along with Stiles.

"You," Lydia replied bluntly.

"I would hope you could be a little bit subtler but what was I thinking?

Lydia grinned. "Oh, that's the thing, you and thinking is a little bit dangerous so you don't do it often."

"Well then," Scott interrupted before Stiles could retaliate, because he knew his best friend well enough to know he always had something witty on the tip of his tongue. "Are we all in agreement for tonight? I'm dying to do something normal for a change."