Wicked Game

Chapter 10

After the game, Allison, Lydia, and Stiles walk out with me to the parking lot. The closer we get, the better I can make out a dark car beside my brother's, three guys standing in between them. Two of them were in lacrosse uniforms. One, I didn't expect to be there.

Someone's heartbeat sped up as we approach. I keep my eyes down on the asphalt, but glance up for one second to see that the third person was Derek. He must have come to get Isaac.

"Well, since our boys brought in the win- I think that calls for some celebratory drinks at my house!" Lydia announces, directing it towards the three as well. Derek exchanges glances with Scott, and Scott shrugs.

"Don't worry, Derek. You're coming too," Lydia says, and then turns to me.

"Follow Allison to my house, and don't let me forget, I have a dress that would look great on you!"

"A dress?" I scrunch my nose, and catch Derek smirking at me. If any of them knew I wasn't girly, it was the boys.

Isaac and Derek leave in his car, Stiles and Scott in the Jeep, and Lydia and Allison in Allison's car. I follow close behind her, copying turns and keeping my eyes on her tail lights. I glance at the clock in the car. It was nearly nine o'clock. I've got a little time, I think. It wouldn't matter, I supposed. Louie never stays mad at me.

Of course, Lydia's house was one of the nicer ones. She even had a pool in the spacious back yard. I observe every room I walk through, as every one of them was spotless and seemed as if everything always remained untouched.

The two girls lead me through to the backyard, and Lydia pauses in the kitchen to grab a variety of beers from the fridge. She passes me one, and before handing me the bottle opener, my nails were out and the lid was popped off. I chuckle timidly, clenching my nails in my fist.

Even for being half full, the moon shone bright down on Lydia's back yard, illuminating what the porch light didn't. I watch it reflect off of the water in the pool, only vaguely listening to the others conversations. The beer obviously wouldn't do anything for me, but I sipped on it anyway.

Whatever Gemma had thought was totally wrong. Being a werewolf had nothing to do with staying warm. I purse my lips and think about how much those stupid vampire movies were filling her head with stuff that just didn't make any sense. But of course, my situation didn't make much sense either.

I fold my arms over my chest, wishing I had secretly grabbed my flannel. My feet were cold too, aching from having to walk in these tiny things. Screw it, I think and hold out my beer for Stiles to hold as I use him as support as I take off the flats.

"There she goes, told you she wouldn't last in them," Isaac says to Lydia, smirking.

"It was my sister's idea. Imagine going from my boots to these things," I hold up the shoe that I believed was even barely a shoe.

"Well, for one thing, she did a great job. You look gorgeous," Lydia assures me, rolling her eyes at Isaac.

I heard the heartbeat again, and felt a pair of eyes on me, but I refuse to meet them. I can't.

"Thanks, Lydia. Didn't you say you had a dress you wanted me to look at?" I ask, dying to get out of there that minute, and inside where it was warm.

"That's right, come on!"

I follow Allison and Lydia up the stairs to her room, where she rummaged through her closet. It wasn't what I expected though.

The dress she reveals is a dusty lavender, contrary to my usual dark wardrobe. The strapless top had a layer of lace over the bodice, and the flowy skirt hung about mid thigh. Lydia had a confident smile across her face.