So Cold ▹ Scott McCall [1]

LEXI FREAKING ARGENT

Alexia was definitely tired, she wished she wouldn't get sleepy, because of everything she saw, but that just wasn't her. Deep down, most nights she forced herself to sleep so she could forget everything else.

She started sliding off the table, her head now buried in her arms, until she finally closed her eyes.

French wasn't really important anyway, she had three months to learn it during the Summer, besides Morrell wasn't exactly the person she wanted to listen to at the moment, or see. Stiles had told Alexia that she had been the one creating the mountain ash seal around them at the vault, she wanted them to get hurt - so how good of a person could Morrell be?

Alexia left time and space when she stopped hearing Morrell's voice, and raised her head from her arms. She wasn't in school either, she was sitting down against a tree.

She recognized the place, it was the hood behind the Lacrosse field. Alexia stood up, wiping out the dirt from her clothes, and looking around.

"Hello?"

Alexia started walking throught the dark hoods, she wasn't sure what she was doing there or why, until she noticed the tree ahead of her; a man tied to it.

"Oh my god," She gasped, running to the man, "I'm gonna get you out of here."

She tried to untie him, tried to save him.

"Alexia," The man looked up for the first time, and Lexi covered her mouth when she noticed the cut on his throath, "you can't save me. You can't save anyone."

"Alexia. Alexia."

Alexia's head snapped up, now wide awake, Ms. Morrell standing in front of her. Everyone looking at her.

"Tu n'as pas dormi la nuit dernière?"

"Sorry." She numbled, looking down, still confused with what she had just seen, more scare than confused actually.

Alexia looked around, realizing everyone was already standing up, the class had ended. She grabbed her stuff and noticed Stiles waiting for her on the doorstep. But when she was walking to him, Morrell stopped her.

"Stay, Ms. Argent."

Lexi glanced at Stiles apologetically, and turned around, approaching her teacher's desk.

She tried to look nicely at the woman, but couldn't. Morrell was the one who tried to get Scott and Derek killed the previous night.

"Do you need some help?" Morrell asked, sounding worried, "Maybe we should meet at the guidance office some time."

Alexia snorted, "Yeah, sure, why not? Maybe then you would explain to me what you were doing in that place last night? Or how about why you tried to get Scott and Derek killed?"

"You're too curious, Ms. Argent." She sighed heavly, "A shame you're not like that towards more important things, like French."

"Je ne suis pas sans défense, Ms. Morrell."

The teacher leaned back against her chair, a grin dancing on her face, a surprised one.

Alexia turned her back, and made her way out of the classroom, letting out a breath she didn't know she was holding until that moment.

"You don't like Morrell." Isaac approached her from behind, "Do you?"

Alexia turned around, smiling widely, "Isaac."

"Hi to you too, beautiful."

She felt herself bluching slightly. She felt thankful towards Isaac, for reminding her that smiling was a thing she should definitely do more often. But then Alexia remembered about the previous night; god, she wished she could just forget about all about it.