The Strawberry Blonde~~Lydia Martin

2.3.3

"What's going on with you and Erica?" Danny questions as we stand at his locker. "What are you talking about?" I ask confused. "Someone told me they saw you and Erica getting pretty close in the hallway earlier as well as McCall. Am I getting some threesome vibes?" "You are gross" I shove him as he chuckles. "Seriously though, what's up?" "Nothing. This new look has gone to her head and now I guess she can have anyone she wants" I shrug and he nods.

"Well, if I were you and some pretty girl was hanging all over me, I'd tap that" "But you're not me and you're not straight so..." I point out. "True. Speaking of, we're going to the 'Jungle' tonight." He tells me seriously. "And like always, my wing-woman skills are gonna blow your mind" I say confidently. "Sure, sure" He scoffs.

Scott and Stiles suddenly appear, panicked expressions on their faces. "Alex, we need you" Stiles tells me. "That's my cue. I'll see you back at your place?" I ask Danny and he nods. "Yup. Make sure you dress up" He reminds me. "Please Danny. It's a gay club. Why would I want any of those men and why would they want me?" I scoff and he rolls his eyes. "Whatever" the other two drag me away before Danny and I can bicker any longer.

"What's with the rush? What's going on?" I wonder. "Boyd is missing. Which means, he's most likely the next victim" Stiles explains. "You mean, you think Derek's gonna bite him next?" I clarify and they nod. "Which is why we have to stop him. Alex, you and I are gonna go to the ice rink and see if he's there. And if he's not at home, Stiles, you call me, got it?" Scott asks as we walk down the halls.

We both notice a new expression on Stiles' face and Scott pauses. "What?" He asks. "Uh, it's just...maybe we should let him" Stiles says. Scott and I give each other incredulous looks. "Boyd, you know, guys?" Scott and I continue to stare at him. "You said Derek's giving them a choice, right?" Scott looks around at the people nearby, quickly pulling Stiles away, I guess they're finally realizing we're not the only people in school and we need to talk more quietly about this.

"We can't." Scott tells him. "You got to admit, Erica looks pretty good. You know, the word 'sensational' comes to mind." Stiles points out and I nod in agreement as Scott sends us both looks. "How good do you think she's gonna look with a wolfsbane bullet in her head?" Scott brings up. "He's got a point there too" I agree with Scott, looking over at Stiles.

"All right, all I'm saying is maybe this one isn't totally your responsibility." "They all are. Alex included. And you know this thing's gonna get out of control. That makes me responsible." "All right, I'm with you" Stiles finally agrees. "Same here." I nod. "And I also got to say this newfound heroism is making me very attracted to you." Stiles adds.

"Shut up" Scott scoffs. "No, seriously. Do you want to just try making out for a sec?" Stiles asks as I roll my eyes. "Jesus, Stilinski, you sound more gay than Danny and I combined. And that's saying something. Now move" I push him up ahead. "Wha- Just to see how it feels!" He defends himself.

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Scott and I arrive at the ice rink. "Why is it so dark in here?" I wonder as we look around, noticing Boyd on the Zamboni. "Not sure" He shrugs before we step onto the ice, approaching Boyd. "Boyd!" Boyd glances in our direction before looking forward again. "We just want to talk" Scott calls out. "Pretty please?" I add.

Boyd still ignores us. "Dammit, that usually works" I sigh. "Hey, come on, Boyd, please. Did Derek tell you everything? And I don't just mean going out of control on the full moons. I mean everything" Boyd finally stops the Zamboni, looking at us. "He told me about the hunters" Boyd sighs.

"And that's not enough for you to say no?" "Trust me, Boyd, my family are psychos, minus my sister and I. You do not want to get involved with that" I bring up. Boyd doesn't say anything though. "Whatever you want, there's other ways to get it." "Look, I just want to not eat lunch alone every day" Boyd snaps.