This May Hurt (Teen Wolf)

Chapter 55

"Do you need me to go with you?” Lydia asks me as we near my table, watchful, confused eyes on us with every step we take together.

I think it over for a minute and finally nod my head. She gives me a small smile and we begin our walk to my table. It's not even a walk, more like a strut down the runway as I feel and feel more eyes carefully watch our every move.

See the whole school knows that me and Lydia can't stand each other, well me more than her. They don't know the actually reason but they know. So seeing the both of us civilly walking in a one foot radius in front of each other like this is probably going to be the new talk of the school. "A Martin can never walk the face of the earth without attention on them at any and every time." My father used to always say. It wasn't until this moment that I now fully understand what he meant.

When we reached the table, Lydia instantly slides into the empty seat beside Allison, leaving only two available seats; one between Isaac and Stiles, and one between Isaac and Lydia. My choice isn't difficult at all as I slide between Lydia and Isaac, earning wide smiles from each and a deep frown from Stiles. Point Vanessa.

"Hi.", Isaac says with a bright smile.

"Hi, Isaac." I flash him my biggest smile.

"You seem to be in a good mood now."

"I'm in a wonderful mood since this god awful morning." I see Stiles cringe from the corner of my eye. "Thank you, Isaac." I place my hand on his and give it a small squeeze.

Isaac's eyes grow wide as he looks down at our hands. But it's not only he that is looking at our hands, but the entire table staring down at them. But those eyes don't matter to me as much as Stiles', and at the moment they are completely blazing. Point Vanessa.

"I- umm," Isaac clears his throat, trying to hide the redness in his cheeks. "I'm really glad to hear that."

"Ya, it's nice when your day gets better from shitty mornings. Trust me, I know." I shift my body slowly to face whomever said that, and to my outmost disgust, I face Malia, giving me one of the most pretentious smiles I have ever seen.

"Well I would expect living like a wild animal for years would result in many shitty mornings, huh Malia?", Lydia interjects. I smirk just a bit as I watch Malia's eyes turn cold and her body stiffen.

"Hello, Lydia." Malia's voice almost sounds robotic like it physically hurts her to speak to my sister.

"Malia sweetheart, how are you? Still running around killing squirrels for food or have you finally adapted to real human life?" Lydia gives hers a tight lipped smile and I have to bite my lip to conceal mine.

"Still a bitch, Lydia?"

"Well you know what they say, better a bitch than a whore. You would know all about that right Malia?" I've never wanted to kiss my sister as much as I do now. It's like a Cold War going on across the table as they death stare each other. Malia's cheeks grow increasingly red as she seems to grip the table for control while my sister stays perfectly composed with that smile still plastered on her face.

My phone vibrates in my lap. I look down at the screen and see a text from Allison. *What's going on?! Why is Lydia here???* I look across the table and see both Scott and her staring at me worriedly. *I'll explain later.* I reply and place my phone back on my lap.

"You never could let that go, could you Lydia?", Malia huffs. Now it's Stiles gripping the table for support, his eyes scanning everyone else's bulging eyes before landing on me. The tension is rising exponentially as everyone attempts to remain still and subtle, but I see through every eye twitch and nervous finger tap they make.