epiphany - lydia martin [book 1]

chapter six. 678-999-8212

Scott quirked an eyebrow, "Because ripping someone's throat out is a real bonding experience?"

"You say that but it actually sounds plausible." I admitted.

"Yeah, but you didn't do it, which means you're not killer." Stiles said, his voice indicating relief. "And it also means that -"

"I can go out with Allison." Scott smiled.

Stiles frowned, "I was gonna say it means you won't kill us..."

Scott smirked, "Oh, yeah. That too."

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"Mmm, pass." Lydia said, critiquing nearly every piece of clothing in Allison's closet. I mean, honestly I didn't blame her. I haven't seen Allison wear any of these shirts in her closet but frankly I hope I never have to. They all just had way too much designs and stuff going on. "Let me see." Allison showed her another possible option. "Pass. Uh, pass on all of it. Allison, respect for your taste is, uh, dwindling by the second." Lydia said, twirling a strand of Allison's hair. I laid on my stomach, kicking my feet in the air as I watched the two of them converse. It was the night of the triple date. I was honestly looking forward to it. I loved bowling. I just hated that I was gonna spend an entire evening with Jackson.

"This." Lydia suggested, taking out a black shortsleeved shirt. She turned to show me the front. "What do you think, Devin?"

I rose my eyebrows, surprised that she asked for my opinion. I didn't really think she would value my opinion on fashion. As for the shirt, it had a certain design on it, I think it was like a bedazzled butterfly. It wasn't my favorite but clearly Lydia liked it. "It's... not really my style." I admitted.

Lydia chuckled, "Obviously. I meant for Allison."

I nodded, swallowing thickly, "Right, yeah. I think it'd look really nice on her." I replied. Lydia smiled, handing the shirt to Allison. My eyes lingered on the strawberry-blonde before I looked over to Allison, the brunette smiling at me appreciatively before she looked down at the shirt.

I didn't know what was going on with me.

It felt like I was unable to keep my eyes off of Lydia. Like anytime I was in a room with her, my eyes just kept going back to her instinctively. We had met eyes like 5 times in the last two minutes because I kept looking at her and kept looking away. I couldn't hold her gaze. And whenever our eyes met, I would be overcome with what felt like nervousness. Maybe it was just because I still wasn't used to being around her, we just became friends, right?

Suddenly, Allison's room door opened and we were met with her dad putting on his jacket as he walked inside. "Dad... hello?" Allison smiled, waiting for him to acknowledge us.

Mr. Argent squinted, "Right. I'm sorry. I completely forgot to knock."

"Hi, Mr. Argent." Lydia smiled as she flopped onto the bed next to me. Her leg brushed against mine, causing my heart to speed up in surprise. She didn't move it away and I was trying so hard to act like I didn't notice.

"Dad, do you need something?" Allison asked.

"I wanted to tell you that you'll be staying in tonight." Mr. Argent told his daughter.

Allison furrowed her brows, "What? I'm going out with my friends tonight."

"Not when some animal out there is attacking people."

Allison sighed, "Dad, dad, I -"

Mr. Argent rose his hands, "It's out of my hands. There's a curfew. No one's allowed out past 9:30 P.M." Allison opened her mouth to protest, "Hey, no more arguing." Allison closed her mouth which made a smile come to Mr. Argent's face. The man closed her door after he left and Allison turned to us with a frown.