So Cold ▹ Scott McCall [1]

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Three days passed since Boyd died, everyone still too shaken up to talk about it. Alexia had called Derek a couple of times, she wanted to make sure he was ok – as much ok as it was possible to be in his position. Isaac wasn't so good either.

It was sad that they didn't had time to grieve properly, they had been too focused on setting up a plan for the next full moon, less than a month away. Actually, keeping themselves busy was a distraction, they weren't too bothered by it.

Alexia's phone rang on the top of her desk, and she didn't take too long to answer it.

"Hey, Lyds."

"Ah... Alexia, we have a problem."

The fact that Lydia Martin had actually called her by her full name triggered all kinds of alarms inside her head. It wasn't something normal, her friends calling her Alexia.

"What kind of problem?"

Lydia's voice sounded at her ear, it was clear that she was frightened, "The kind of problem where there is likely dead bodies."

Alexia wasn't very happy about going to school at midnight. She spent the whole day trying to get away from Beacon Hills High School and now here she was, driving there. She had warned Allison, who quickly volunteered to go with her to meet Lydia, which she was thankful for.

"Hey,"

Lydia was standing still, still trapped in one of those feelings that often leads her to dead bodies. The Argents were the first ones there. Alexia immediately pulled Lydia into a tight hug, she knew how much it means when we're facing the unkown.

"What happened?" Allison asked.

"I don't know..." She wrapped her arms around her own body when Alexia pulled away, "It was like when I ended up at the pool. I wanted to go somewhere else and I ended up here."

"Have you called Stiles?" Alexia questioned, adding a sarcastic comment, "He will lose it if you didn't."

"Yeah, I did."

It only took two minutes for Scott and Stiles to show up. She saw the two teenage boys walked up to them, and she managed to notice Stiles looking around for a dead body. Yeah, there wasn't one. At least, Alexia had also looked for one as soon as she arrived, but seeing it was only a quick search, she had probably missed it.

"Lydia?" Stiles questioned, his concern automatically growing. Alexia noticed it, it wasn't the first time, besides it was clearly that Stiles was in love with her friend.

"Same thing as the pool." She replied, "And you told me to call you if there is a dead body."

"You found one?" He turned to look around again, "Where?"

"Not yet."

"Not yet?" Stiles repeated, raising an eyebrow at her, "What do you mean? You're supposed to call after you find it!"

"Oh no." Lydia shook her head, refusing to do so, "I'm not going through that again. You find it from now on."

"How are we going to find it?" Stiles exclaimed, gesturing with his hands in the process, "You're always the one who finds it!"

Alexia felt sorry for her friend, you know, always finding dead bodies. Alexia could barely forget the dead bodies she saw, imagine having to always find them on her own. She thought very highly of Lydia because of that, because of the girl's courage.

She stepped away from the group, Stiles still lecturing Lydia. It didn't take a very peculiar search to notice the figure hanging on their high school front sign, it was definitely a body lying on top of it. Alexia took another step forward to get a better look, recognizing the dead body. She remembered the woman from that one time she went to the Station, she remembered Stiles introducing them. It was Tara, a police officer.