Chapter 7- Hey Lydia?

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I looked up and felt the color rush from my face, before I could do anything, Isaac got up on the stage and started leading me back to my seat, when we got back to them everyone moved down so that me and Isaac were in between Derek and Peter. We immediately sat down. Isaac put his arm around me. I could hear Jackson take a seat next to Danny, I knew because he and Danny started talking quietly.

The room was dead silent for a minute, Mr. Argent broke the silence by thanking all of those who spoke and that he thanked all of us for coming. He put together a slide show of the two with the songs we all picked out, and that began to play. No one had gotten out of their seats, Peter pulled out his phone and started typing, he had texted me.

Good thing my phone was on silent, it read- Come back to the loft with us so we can all talk. I nodded to Peter and then opened Notes up.

I typed, I'll drive home with Isaac first so I can change, and then come over, Ethan was talking about going over to Danny's tonight, so I'll drop them off at his house on the way to mine. Okay? I showed it to Peter and when he finished and nodded I showed it to Isaac. He agreed.

I also texted Scott to tell him that I'm going to the loft later and that once I talk with Peter and Derek, I'd fill them in and we can talk. He texted me back and told me that they were going to go to Stiles' like they had planned. They invited me earlier that day and I told them I could, but now I couldn't.

The church people came in when 1,2,3,4 was still playing, they were saying how the people who were transferring the bodies were here and how we had to be out of here in twenty minutes. When I stood up I went up to Mr. Argent. "Thank you for what you said about her Lydia, and I know she loves you, you meant the world to her." He said as he was hugging me.

I started tearing up, "You're welcome." I said, though my voice was a bit muffled. "We have to go though now, we're all going out to lunch."

He smiled and looked back at Isaac, Peter and Derek all talking; Scott and the others must've already left. Jackson hadn't yet though, he was standing in the back. "Ok, have fun." He said.

With that I walked back to them, "Ok we can leave now, where is Danny and Ethan?" I asked looking around. They must be outside as no one else knew where they were. Jackson was standing in the back, but on the other side of the doors, so he wasn't blocking them. As we got about 15 feet from the doors he walked out in front of us.

We got outside and I started locating my keys. The only cars I recognized in the lot were mine, Derek's, and Jackson's, who had Danny and Ethan in the back. After I checked my phone I saw that Ethan texted saying Jackson was dropping them off. I smiled at Jackson who was getting into his car, I could tell he was watching the four of us, so I brushed my hand up against Isaac's hand and he grabbed mine. After Jackson whipped past us in his car, no idea how he got it here, maybe he left it here, who knows, Isaac and I continued to hold hands. Derek, Peter, Isaac and I all talked once we knew no one would hear us. We straightened it out that I would go over to the loft to talk, but I wanted to go home to change into something else more comfortable.

Derek led the way, he knew where he was going and I sure as hell didn't. When we got to a place where I knew we were, I turned onto the road that takes me to the house faster, Derek had kept on the other road to get to the loft.

I turned into my driveway to find that no one was home. Isaac had come into the house with me; he was getting something to drink while I was changing. I just put on a pair of jeans I didn't even know I had, along with an old tee shirt and a pair of flats. When I came downstairs Isaac was waiting, he had an opened water bottle in his hand, "Ok, we can go now." I said laughing. I locked the door behind me and we got back into my car. I was digging through my purse looking for the cord to my phone so I could charge it when Isaac asked, "Hey Lydia?".

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