𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐓, 𝘥. 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘦

three

      "You're the new girl who totally back-talked Harris, right?" The girl spoke, and when Lynn peeled open her mouth to reply, she was cut off by her again. "I'm Lydia Martin. You're pretty cute, and a good style too, OMG, Allison, she should join us shopping today."

      The brunette girl, who must've been Allison by the way she replied back to the strawberry blonde — Lydia. She let out a laugh at her female best friend, and then turned over towards Lynn, extending her hand carefully.

      "I'm Allison Argent," the brunette, Allison, explained, and the two girls shook hands for a moment while Lynn flashed her a soft smile, she seemed like a sweet girl. "And yeah, Lydia, if Lynn wants to join us shopping, totally."

      For merely a second, there was a lie all ready to slip off her tongue with ease. Lynn was used to pushing people away so they never even had an opportunity to find out her secret, but for once in her life, there wasn't anything she wanted more than...

      Friends.

      "Yeah, you know what, that actually sounds like fun," Lynn smiled, first towards Allison, but then she switched over to Lydia, who let out a girly squeak.

      "Perfect! We're going there straight after school," Lydia responded, and she flicked open a little pocket mirror she had buried in her back pocket, messing around with her pink lipstick to make sure none was smudged.

      Perhaps she was going to like it here in Beacon Hills.

———

      "I smelled it on her, I swear to God, she's a werewolf, Stiles."

      Stiles stopped directly in his steps as his mouth fell ajar, and he glanced down both sides of the skin hallway before pulling Scott even closer by his shoulder. It was just about to be the beginning of lacrosse practice, but both Scott and Stiles were busy with trying to get the bestiary from Allison's grandfather, and had other things on their minds as well.

      "Are you serious? Just when I thought the new girl couldn't get any hotter," Stiles exclaimed while letting out a dramatic sigh, rubbing a hand aimlessly through his buzz-cut hair. "So, what do we do? Does she know that, well, you know, that you're one?"

      "I mean, it doesn't seem like it," Scott shrugged, but then shook his head. "I don't know, she smelled...different. Different than Issac and Erica and them."

      "What do you even mean?"

      "She smelled like Derek, and Peter," Scott explained, speaking quicker since he didn't quite have much patience left. But, realizing he sounded a bit harsh and snappy, he tried a more calm approach.

      "Maybe that means she's a born werewolf, like Derek," Stiles suggested, but the sentence sounded a bit dumb once he said it aloud. "Holy God, who the hell knows! Look, the real question is do we tell her we know, or not?"

      Through all their talking, they had managed to make it from the inside of school and onto the grassy field where lacrosse practice would begin. Most all the boys were already prepared, their sweat already seeping through their jerseys, and the lacrosse sticks gripped tightly in their palms.

      "Perhaps you boys shouldn't speak so loudly about these matters."

      Both Scott and Stiles swung on their heels once they heard Lynn's voice, and she smiled teasingly at the boys.

      Guess there was no hiding it now.

      But what harm could Scott possibly bring among her? Or her mother? For only knowing the boy a few days, Lynn could already tell that Scott is a good person, morally right, a loyal friend, she wasn't afraid of him.

      "I was wondering how long it would take for you to sniff me out," Lynn explained, and she clasped her palms onto both Scott and Stiles shoulders, pulling them into sideways hugs. "Glad to be apart of the pack, boys, although, I think you'll be fairly surprised at my leadership qualities."

     "Oh my — you're an Alpha?" Stiles gasped rather loudly, and Lynn wondered how no one — even with no werewolf hearing, how they didn't hear their daily conversations of everything supernatural.

     Lynn only smirked towards Stiles, perking both of her eyebrows up at him, but then she only giggled out. "Just joking, of course. Although, I am not your regular werewolf."

     "Care to explain?" Questioned Scott with a raised eyebrow, but Lynn merely flashed him her signature smirk.

     "That's a story for another time, Scotty," Lynn explained, but then the teenagers were interrupted when a whistle was blown a few yards away. Lynn loosened her slumped arms on the boys, and then glanced over towards a shouting coach. "Is the coach always like that?"

     "Oh, you have no freaking idea," Stiles muttered, but then his back stiffened as the coach turned on his heels, staring straight for Scott and Stiles. "Oh dear God this is not—"

     "—McCall! Bilinski! Get your lazy asses over here for practice!"

      Lynn had to bite down on her lower lip to make sure no laughs escaped her mouth, and she playfully patted both of the boys shoulders.

      "Have fun, boys."

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