"You sure you're going to be fine..?" Allison and I asked Lydia as we dropped her off at her house.
Our little outing at the ice rink had been cut short. Everything was going fine, it was like life was almost normal for a minute... But then Lydia had fallen to the floor after doing a bunch of cool tricks on the ice, i swear it's like she can do anything, screaming and crying while clawing at the ice.
The details are still iffy, her telling us that she doesn't remember much. Honestly, I wasn't going to push her either. Allison and I agreed, we have to at least try to hangout with her more or else she'll get suspisious. Also that we need to keep a close eye on her since...
we still have no idea what she is stilll.
"I'll be fine. Talk to you girls later." Lydia said as Allison and I watched her get out of the car and close her front door behind her.
*
The next day; Scott, Stiles, and I were sitting around deciding what to do about the whole Derek turning everyone in our class into werewolves. "Well do either of you think he's actually going to stop if we ask him nicely?" I looked at both Stiles and Scott. "Derek won't stop unless we use violence. And I'm not saying that violence is the answer but....in this case...yes, yes it is."
We were trying to figure out a way in order to stop Derek. So far, we've come up with no plans that sound like they could actually work. It was like Derek was not going to stop turning everyone into werewolves until he had a whole army. I know Scott's good hearted and wants to do the right thing without violence, but he's acting stupid. If we don't do something quick, everyone in the graduatiing class will turn on the full moon.
Violence is the answer when it comes to people like Derek.
"we just need to talk to him..." Scott tried reasoning while Stiles and I looked at him like he was crazy. When will Scott learn that some people just can't be reasoned with, especially with peace. Some people only respond to violence and pain.
"Look around Scott...Derek's already bitten two of our classmates....how far are you willing to let him go before it ends up being Stiles..." My voice cracked a little bit while I took a deep breath and tightened my grip around Stiles hand. Stiles just gave me a small smile while I nodded my head.
"Well Erica wouldn't say who Derek was choosing next..." Scott trailed off.
"Well how are we supposed to find out...?" I asked him when Stiles suddenly jumped in, looking at an empty table behind us.
"You see that?" He pointed out.
Scott and I looked at him weird, cocking our eyebrows at him, waiting for him to tell us whatever the hell was on his mind. "An empty table..? What about it?" I asked him, putting my hand on his shoulder.