The Banshee and the Beta ➼ TEEN WOLF

Chapter 18 - Evil Uncle

Continuing to cry, I just kept stroking her hair. Her hair that was almost identical to mine, hers was much lighter, maybe even 'Strawberry Blonde', that's how Stiles always described her hair. Mine on the other hand was a deep red, not auburn, a dark shade of red. It gleamed in the sun and sometimes turned blonde, and in the dark, it just looked brunette. 

I just carried on thinking about our differences, she had such clear skin, no moles, no freckles, I on the other hand had freckles scattered all over my nose. She had a fuller face, with high cheekbones and plump lips. My lips were small and pursed. She had hazel eyes, I had blue. She was an inch shorter than me and she was curvier than me. I was slim, with no shape whatsoever. She was beautiful and it was like I was her ugly younger sister, I'm sure she sees it that way. 

Before I could come up with anymore differences, she lifted her head and started wiping away her tears. Her mascara and liner were halfway done her face by now. "Jackson dumped me," My mouth opened in shock. If they were ever gonna break up, I would've expected it to be the other way round. 

"What? Why?" I asked, and yes I asked 'why' it just developed her ego, I mean why would anyone wanna break up with Lydia, her words not mine. 

"I don't know. Why would anyone wanna break up with me?" told you. 

Rather than rolling my eyes or shrugging her off, I looked at her sympathetically. "Hey, we could watch a movie, take your mind off it. Maybe order a pizza,"

"Are you crazy, do you want me to put on 50 pounds?" and she's back. Oh well, I tried. 

"Okay, I'm sorry I suggested it Lydia. Have fun getting over this break-up yourself," I stood up from my position on her bed and headed out of the room, what a bitch. 

Sabrina

"Did you get the picture?" I could hear their conversation, it was great, no more having to put myself towards the phone and having to listen carefully to Scott. It sounded like he was sitting in the car with us, I loved it.

"Yeah, I did, and it looks just like the drawing." Stiles talked about the photo of the necklace Scott had just sent, Lexie had trouble getting it, so Scott had to swoop in. 

"Hey, is there something on the back of it? There's gotta be something." Derek had yanked Stiles' arm and brought the phone to him, "An inscription, an opening, something."

"No, no, the thing's flat. And, no, it doesn't open. There's nothing in it, on it, around it, nothing. And where are you? You're supposed to be here. You're first line." Scott directed the question to Stiles. Who I found out had been put on first line temporarily, good for him, but he sucks.

"Where the hell is Bilinski?" I heard Coach shout faintly, Bilinski? Really?

"Man, you're not gonna play if you're not here to start."

"I know. Look, if you see my dad, can you tell him-tell him I'll be there, I'll just be a little bit late, okay? All right, thanks." Sheriff Stilinski was gonna be so excited to watch Stiles play, and he's not gonna make it. Well, life sucks. 

"You're not gonna make it." Derek stated the obvious, just clearly making Stiles more and more upset. 

"I know."

"And you didn't tell him about his mom, either."

"He doesn't need to know, not yet," I announced from the backseat, their ears perking up as if I hadn't been there the whole time. These guys are idiots. 

"Yeah, not till we find out the truth." Stiles agreed, we were parked in front of a care centre. Here to figure out if Peter - Derek's uncle - knows anything.