True Survival || Teen Wolf

Eight

"Lydia, Leo, do you think I made the wrong decision?" Allison asked us,

"About that jacket with that dress? Absolutely," Lydia said, playing dumb,

"And though shoes? Yes," I added, hoping to avoid what she was actually,

"You know what I mean," Allison said, in a whiny voice,

"Hello? Scott locked us in a classroom and left us for dead. He's lucky we're not pressing charges or making him pay our therapy bills," Lydia said, putting herself before the girl's actual concern,

"On the contrary," I said gaining both attention, "if a boy is willing to risk his life for me in a dangerous situation, I'd be mad at him, yes, but I'd also forgive,"

"Ugh, don't listen to Leo, he's a hopeless romantic, he's not like us," Lydia said, as we turned and started to walk up the stairs,

"What? Cause I don't have long hair and perky boobs?" I asked, in a playful and naive manner,

"Cause you don't have a boyfriend," she remarked, I threw her a condescending smile before turning my attention away from her,

"Actually, I was wondering..." Allison started to say I looked over at her, as we walked pass more students, "I've never seen you shown an interest in any of the boys at school, so do you like?"

They both paused as they waited for me to answer. Allison had a look of actual curiosity and naivety, while Lydia had a smirk plastered on her face as she's been trying to set me up with guys since forever, but I never give her the chance.

"Well, there's Danny, he's cute, gay, athletic, really smart, basically everything but he has a boyfriend. There's Jackson, but he's an actual snake with arms and legs..." I told them, Lydia started to glare at me but I acted as if I hadn't noticed, "...then there's Scott, who's the walking pinnacle of heterosexuality, he's cute too, but his IQ and muscle mass are way to low, and finally there's Stiles, who is...Stiles,"

"So who do see yourself with in the long run?" Allison asked this time with a laugh,

"No one," I answered quickly, before they could say anything I turned and started to walk to my class,

"There has to be someone though," Lydia said as she came up to my left and Allison on my right,

Derek, I thought to myself,

"Nope, no one at all," I said with cheery smile, as we turned and walked into economics,

•••

Originally I had plans to leave school immediately, so I could head home to sulk, but for some reason, here I stood, in this god awful boys' locker room, with Jackson sending me side glances, the occasion smile from Danny, a few questioning look from others, a 'don't talk to me I'm mad at you' look I threw at both Scott and Stiles, and echoing voice of coach who was rambling on about things that didn't concern me or my well-being.

"All right, geniuses, listen up. Due to the recent pink eye epidemic. Thank you, Greenberg...the following people have made first line on a probationary basis, emphasis on the word "probationary." Rodriguez. Welcome to first line. Taylor, and, uh...oh, for the love of crap. I can't even read my own writing. What is that, an "s"? No, no, that's not an "s." That's a...that's a...that's a "b." It's definitely a "b." Uh, Rodriguez, Taylor, and, uh...Bilinski," He said and I couldn't really care less about any of this, "Bilinski!"

"Yes?" Stiles shouted, as he jumped up making everyone look at him,

"Shut up!" Coach snapped, quieting him down immediately,