The Strawberry Blonde~~Lydia Martin

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"Hey, guys. How's it going with the whole control thing? Anything happen during class?" I ask as I follow Scott and Stiles down the hall. "We just found out something very important." Stiles says. "We did?" Scott asks confused. "We figured out that it's her" Stiles nods. "What do you mean?" Scott asks confused. "It's Allison. Remember what you told me about the night of the full moon?" Stiles asks.

Scott shakes his head. "You were thinking about her, right? About protecting her." Stiles explains and Scott nods. "Remember the night of the first lacrosse game? You said you could hear her voice out on the field" Stiles adds. "Yeah, I did" Scott nods. "Well, so that's what brought you back so you could score" Stiles tells him.

"And then after the game in the locker room, you didn't kill her. At least not like how you were trying to kill me" Scott just gives him a blank stare. "Where are you going with this, Stilinski?" I wonder. "She brings Scott back, is what I'm saying" Stiles sighs. "No, no, no, but it's not always true, because literally every time I'm kissing her or-or touching her" I grimace at the thought.

"No, that's not the same. When you're doing that, you're just another hormonal teenager thinking about sex, you know?" Scott starts smiling. "You're thinking about sex right now, aren't you?" Stiles sighs. "Yeah" Scott admits. "Guys! This is my sister we're talking about! Can you save the sex talk for when I'm not around, please?" I complain, grimacing at the thought. "Sorry" Scott shakes his head.

"Look, back in the classroom when she was holding your hand, that was different, okay? I don't think she makes you weak, I think she actually gives you control. She's kind of like an anchor" Stiles explains. "You mean because I love her" Scott says and Stiles and I look at him with wide eyes. "I'm sorry, what?" I ask him, crossing my arms.

Scott's eyes widen in realization. "Did I just say that?" He asks. "Yes, you just said that." Stiles sighs as Scott starts to get this stupid smile on his face. I give him a look. "I love her" He realizes. "That's great. Now, moving on..." Stiles tries. "No, no, no, really. I think I'm totally in love with her." Scott sighs out dreamily.

"Are you gonna tell her that? I think she'd love to hear it" I bring up. "Guys, before Scott goes off to write a sonnet and you help him, can we figure this out, please? Because you obviously can't be around her all the time." Stiles rants. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Sorry. So, what do I do?" Scott sighs. "I don't know yet" Stiles admits. "Alex!" I turn around to see Taylor waving me over and smile.

"As much as I'd love to help with your next plan, I've got a future girlfriend to go talk to" I tell them before walking towards Taylor. "Hey!" She greets happily. "Hey. How are you? I haven't seen you all day" I bring up. "I've been a little busy, but I was thinking we should go see a movie" She tells me. "Tonight?" I ask and she nods. "My parents are a little mad at me right now. I'm not sure" I tell her.

"You said it yourself, they've been keeping a secret from you. They deserve it. Come on. Please?" She begs, running her hand down my arm for effect. I nod, distractedly. She squeals in excitement, kissing my cheek and closing her locker. "Wait!" I quickly say, grabbing her arm. "What is it?" She asks. "I was uh..." I rub the back of my neck nervously. "Kind of hoping we could go out together as girlfriends?" I ask hopefully. "Are you kidding me? Of course!" She nods, pulling me into a hug. "I'll see you tonight" She winks before walking off.

I sigh in relief, leaning against the row of lockers as I watch after her. "Girlfriends?" I turn around and see Lydia stood there, her arms crossed. "Yep. It's official" I nod. "Are you sure she's the right one for you?" Lydia cocks an eyebrow. "We've been on a couple dates together and they've gone pretty well" I shrug. "Hmm" Lydia hums. "Why does it matter?" I scoff.

"Because your my best friend's sister. I have to make sure you don't mess your life up" She shrugs. I look at her with narrowed eyes. "Well, I'm not messing anything up. I can easily protect myself" I tell her. "But you can't make good fashion choices. Good to know" She smiles innocently, patting me on the shoulder and strutting away. "Damn you, Martin" I mutter under my breath as I watch her hips sway.