☆彡 𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗼𝗹𝗳
❛ can you just admit that i saved your life already? superman is here. i'm right in front of you! ❜
lois was sure that she would love
a human boy. not a werewolf. but
isaac lahey put a dent in th...
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008. TERRIBLE IDEAS. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
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"Does anyone else think that is a terrible idea—?" Lois panted as she lifted more ice into the tub, "And we're all gonna die?"
It all gave her a bizarre sense of déjà vu.
This whole situation reminded her of when they had gone to break Isaac Lahey out of his jail cell, on the night of his first full moon. Almost six months had passed since that day, and yet here they still were: with Isaac Lahey and Derek Hale. And they were still doing something stupid.
Lois couldn't believe it.
Heather had gone missing, after her seventeen birthday. None of her friends had seen her since she had greeted Stiles Stilinski and his girlfriend, and then gone down to the cellar to get more wine for the guests. Apparently she had planned to lose her virginity on that night — but Stiles had been the person she'd had in mind and upon meeting his pretty girlfriend, her plan was soiled. They had said that she wanted to find someone else, instead. And even if it wasn't his fault, Stiles still felt extremely guilty.
He needed to find Heather, preferably before something terrible happened to her first. They had been friends at childhood, and he felt like he owed it to her. According to his father, and what he had told Stiles earlier that day, he had been the last person to see her.
Following that debacle, and after Lois had won the chance of no popquiz the next day, she had found herself in the library with the girls; Allison, Luna and Lydia. It was during lunch — when Lois should have been in her detention, but skipped and thus hid in the safety of the library — and rather than getting any extra studying done, the four had spoken more about the bruises on Lydia and Allison's wrists. While Lois admittedly couldn't see anything in the bruises themselves, she was able to see that they were similar, if not identical, when Lydia drew around the marks with ink. None of them had many bright ideas until Lydia had slinked away to hit it off with something even more identical and left her coffee cup as the only thing in her wake.
