"She ate the liver?" Scott repeated for the third time since I told him. After my little talk with Isaac, I found the boys and told them about the grave robbery. They were just as grossed out as I was about the whole thing.
"No!" I starting to get tired of repeating myself. "I didn't say she ate it. I just said it was missing. And you know what? Even if she did, so what? It's the most nutritious part of the body." The boys looked at me as if I was insane, which I am, but still. I wouldn't eat someone's liver but who am I to judge Lydia.
"I never ate anyone's liver." Scott stated looking at me bewildered.
"Yeah, well neither have I. Also, when it comes to werewolves, you're a real model of self - control aren't you Scotty?" I replied sarcastically, he growled at me but not in a way that says 'I'm gonna hurt you' more of a 'I'm getting a little insulted, back off a bit' kinda way.
"Actually, wait - hold on. You're the test case for this, so we should be going over what happened to you." Stiles interrupted and started talking completely to Scott. We can't use me as a test because I was born a werewolf, I never really had a int where I turned, it just happened over time, unlike Scott, everything happened to him instantly.
"What do you mean?" Our confused friend asked.
"I mean like what was going through your mind when you were turning, you know? What were you drawn to?" Stiles filled him in.
"Because that might tell us what Lydia's drawn to... Stiles, you're a genius." I told him, beaming with pride. I'm impressed he figured that out... Not even I had figured that out yet. Go Stiles. Sh*t. Yep, that feeling in my stomach is back. Oh God.
"Oh, haha, tha-thanks A-Alex." Stiles started to blush and his caramel eyes looked into mine before he broke the stare and looked back at a smirking Scott to continue the important conversation at hand. "So, erm, Scott, what were you draw to, when you uh, when you were turning?" Stiles scratched the back of his neck, which is something he does when he's nervous.
"Allison." He replied, dreamy eyed. OF COURSE IT WAS HER! For f*cks sake.
"Okay, nothing else?" Sties scrutinised.
"Seriously?" I continued.
"Nothing else mattered. But, no, that's good, though, right? 'Cause the night that Lydia was bit, she was with you." Scott pointed at his best friend, trying to make him feel better. He wants to be with Lydia. Not you. I told the little voice in my head to shut up for once, and it did.
"Uh..." Stiles looked at me, then Scott who had his eyebrows raised, looking at him expectantly. "Yeah. That's um, that's good. You know? Good, good, good for me, ahha, YAY! Good. So good. Ha... yay." I felt my heart sink to my stomach, I needed to get over this. It was never gonna happen. I needed to get used to the idea.
"Come on, we got Lacrosse practise." I quickly ran off, leaving a bewildered and confused Scott as well as a saddened Stiles.
"Alex!" I heard Stiles call out to me, but I kept walking. "A!" I heard his sigh, I kept walking to my locker, which was on the other side of school, but the boy' lockers are right next door to mine, so I knew they would be here any minute.
I like Stiles. I know, big shocker, I'm pretty good at hiding it.
Oh who am I kidding? I'm awful at hiding it. I really, really like him. But he likes Lydia. God, I really like him... What does Lydia have that I don't? I mean besides money, beauty, style, popularity, more than two friends, a family that wasn't killed in a fire... Okay this is making me even more depressed. So she has a bit that I don't. I also have a lot that she doesn't. I have a badass persona, I mean everyone likes a bad girl right? Ha Ha... I'm gonna die alone.
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My Anchor || Stiles Stilinski
Fanfiction(Teen Wolf Season 1) Alexis "Alex" Hale, is the youngest of the Hale siblings. Coming from a family of werewolves makes you tough, but it also makes you a target. When almost her entire family dies in a horrible fire when she is 5, what's left of he...