"Jackson!" I hear Lydia yell her boyfriend's name, and I change my destination to my locker instead of the smirking jock. I fiddle with the combination, not really wanting to open it, but trying to seem casual. "This little text -" Lydia holds up her phone. "Not funny!"
"Oh, I wasn't trying to be funny," Jackson counters. "I would've put a 'ha ha' at the end of it. And see, there's no 'ha ha.'"
Lydia starts to read the text message from her phone. "'Lydia, please give up my spare house key at your earliest convenience, as we are no longer dating'?"
"You didn't lose it, did you?" Jackson sounds concerned. For a minute, I wonder if they're talking loudly or if I'm using my new abilities to eavesdrop. I had an eavesdropping problem before, and now, these new powers are going to be exploited beyond belief.
"What the hell is this?" Lydia whispers, leaning in closer.
Definitely listening in supernaturally.
"Well, Lydia, in preparation for some big changes, I've decided to drop some of the dead weight in my life and you're just about the deadest," Jackson tells her cruelly. I wince. What is his plan exactly? Ditch Lydia, become a werewolf, date Allison? All of this to get even with my brother?
"Are you breaking up with me?" Lydia asks.
"Dumping, actually," Jackson corrects. "I'm dumping you."
He starts to walk away, but Lydia grabs his jacket.
"Dumped - by the co-captain of the lacrosse team. I wonder how many minutes it'll take me to get over that," Lydia retorts. Jackson starts to walk away. "Wait - seconds, actually! Seconds!" she yells down the hallway after him. She looks around to see who saw. Her face shows she's close to tears. Without thinking, I close my locker door and grab her arm. I drag her towards the bathroom in an unusual burst of confidence.
I don't even say anything, but as soon as we're behind closed doors in the empty bathroom, Lydia begins to sob. She pulls me into a hug, and I enclose her in my arms awkwardly.
"He broke up with me," she sniffles into my shoulder.
"I know." I wrap my arms around her tighter. I have no clue how to comfort her. Too afraid to say the wrong thing, I say nothing instead.
"Why would he dump me?" Lydia cries.
"I -" I start. What do I tell her? Can I say that he's into Allison? Do I tell her he's doing it so that he can sleep with her best friend to get back at my brother? I for sure can't tell her that he's doing it because he's about to become a werewolf. "I don't know," I say finally. Her shoulders heave with another sob. "Actually, I do know. It's because he's a stupid boy, and they never realize what's going on around them or what good they have."
Lydia pulls back suddenly, looking up at me. She squints her red, puffy eyes at me.
"You've been crying, too," she points out suddenly.
"Oh my god." I bring my hands up to my eyes. "It was almost two hours ago! How can you still tell?"
"It's not your eyes," Lydia explains. "I can tell by your voice."
"Oh," I say.
"What boy broke your heart today?" she asks and leans against the sink. She stares at the ceiling, trying to stop the tears. "Was it Stiles?"
"Nobody broke my heart today." I try to smile and brush it off. "I just ..." The need to tell someone about it swells inside of me, but I know I can't tell Lydia everything. "I told someone I trust a lot something about myself that Scott and Stiles told me to keep a secret, and when they found out that this someone knew, they got mad at me, and now, it feels like every time someone finds out something they're not supposed to know, they blame me," I rush out.
Lydia blinks at me, and I wait for her to say something. "That was extremely vague," she says after a minute. "But I got it."
"What do you think? If it was a secret about me, was it mine to tell?" I arch an eyebrow, picking at the skin around my thumb.
"Definitely." Lydia nods. She turns to the mirror and wipes away the smudged makeup under her eyes. "Especially if it was to someone you trust."
"It was." I smile at her reflection. I watch as she pulls out a tube of mascara and starts reapplying.
"Can I ask you something?" she asks, switching eyes.
"Anything," I say earnestly.
"Is it that you're into girls?"
Her question catches me off guard. It's not at all what I was expecting.
"No." I shake my head and think about Derek.
"Because I think Jackson is into guys," Lydia tells me.
"Must be why he broke up with you, then," I say, playing along with her deduction.
"That's not -" she starts to protest. Then she shakes her head and starts fanning her eyes with her hands. She tosses her hair in front of the mirror, and I note that her eyes already look noticeably less like she'd just been crying. "I will be at your house at 7 pm sharp tonight, and it will be more than just picking out an outfit, so have ice cream and some movies ready."
She turns, her red hair flying, and struts out of the bathroom. I stare at the metal door she just exited through.
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Fanfiction"Don't be afraid of change. You might lose something good, but you'll gain something better." Emerson McCall is a pretty average high school student. She has one friend she shares with her brother, Scott, and between the two of them, she has all she...
