"What the hell are you doing?" Stiles yelled as he jerked Lydia back away from the nemeton.
"I don't know...I..."
"God, what is that incessant buzzing?" Stiles looked around and patted his pants pockets. "Where the hell did my phone go?"
He scanned the ground and his eye caught it just Lydia bent over to pick it up. "Your girlfriend is calling you." She said as she held the phone out.
Stiles saw Allison's face right before the call ended and Allison Argent: 3 Missed Calls popped up.
Stiles sighed as he took the phone. "Probably wondering where the hell we are because we were supposed to be at her house," Stiles looked at the time, "Ah, 10 minutes ago. When I tell her that I had to chase her best friend through the woods..."
"I used to be your best friend." She said quietly. Stiles glanced up, a look of annoyance on his face as he prepared to fight, but he saw her sad expression.
He sighed. "Yeah, well shit happens." The phone began to buzz and vibrate again in his hand. Stiles quickly answered. "Hey, Ali."
"Oh my God!" Her worried tone came through the line and Stiles wanted to smile, but he was still kind of pissed that she bailed on picking Lydia up at the last minute, leaving him to do it. He'd rather be cleaning a toilet bowl with a toothbrush... and then use the toothbrush. "Where have you been? I've called you three times!" Stiles began to walk away.
"Sorry. I dropped my phone. Lydia had a..." He rolled his eyes "Banshee thing, and we're at the nemeton, but we're heading that way now."
"Okay, well be safe on the way over here."
"Yeah, we will be." Stiles was saying.
"Uh, Stiles." He heard Lydia's voice and rolled his eyes again.
"I'll see you when you get here. I love you."
"Alright. Love you too." He told her and hung up the phone then turned to look at Lydia. "What?"
"There's a-" Lydia turned her head and pointed.
"What?" Stiles asked again as he took a few steps toward her.
"There was somebody there a second ago."
Stiles looked over to where Lydia was pointing,. If there was something there before, there wasn't anything there now. Over the years, he'd learned to always trust Lydia's instinct. He didn't have to like the girl to know when they needed to get the hell out of there. He grabbed her arm, and began to pull her away. "Well, then let's just hurry and get out of here before he comes back."
"Wait," She stopped.
Stiles groaned. "What now?"
"I don't know...I just... I feel like I'm forgetting something."
"Yeah, you're forgetting how pissed Allison is going to be when we're not at her house in the next 15 minutes. Now, come on."
Stiles walked away leaving Lydia to trail behind him.
"So," Lydia tried to make conversation once they were back in the car. "Have you heard back from any colleges yet?" Stiles didn't answer her. Instead he turned the ignition over and hit the gas. Lydia sighed. "Well, I heard back." Stiles didn't acknowledge her. "You'll be happy to know that most of the schools I applied to are on the East Coast. So, all you have to do is make it through two more months of school and two months of summer and then I'll be out of your hair. You'll never have to look at me again."
Stiles glanced at her out of the corner of his eye and saw that she was looking out the window with her arms crossed. He couldn't see her face, but he was pretty sure she was crying.
He sighed. "I don't..." he started slowly. "I don't hate you...anymore."
Lydia scoffed and sniffed. "You could have fooled me."
"Well...I still can't stand to be around you, but I realize that just because we don't get along doesn't mean having you here isn't good for the pack as a whole. So no...I won't be happy if you move and I think you should go to a college nearby. Otherwise, you're just being selfish."
"Well, that was rude, but I guess I shouldn't have expected anything less from you."
Stiles shrugged. Nothing Lydia said hurt him anymore. "Hey, if this were about me I'd tell you do move to England, go to Oxford, travel the world, just get the hell away from me."
"Well, I'm glad I know how you really feel."
"Oh, suck it up, Lydia! You've known how I felt, you just keep hoping that I've changed my mind. Well, I haven't. "
"Stop the car." She told him as she gathered her things into her lap.
"Oh, no..." He said with a scoff as he shook his head. "We're not doing this again."
"Pull over, Stiles!"
"No! We're almost there."
"I said pull over!"
"And I said no! You don't always get what you want, Lydia!"
Lydia leaned her head against the window as hot tears burned in her eyes. He may not hate her anymore, but the more time she spent with him, the more she remembered why she hated him. Why she still hated him. Although, there was a very fine line between love and hate, wasn't there?
Stiles had barely stopped the jeep in Allison's driveway when Lydia bolted from the vehicle. She opened the front door and slammed it behind her. Allison came around the corner ready to scold whoever had slammed the door when she saw Lydia breaking down. Her chest was rising and falling in sobs as she leaned against the wall next to the door.
"Lydia? What happened?"
Lydia shook her head and covered her mouth as she tried to suppress the sound she was making.
The front door opened and Stiles walked in and saw her standing there. "Oh yeah, slamming the door. Real mature, Lydia."
"You know what?" She said as she pushed herself off the wall and went to the stairs. "Fuck you, Stiles!" She yelled as she ran toward Allison's room.
"You already did!" He yelled back, then noticed the glare Allison was giving him before she ran after her friend.
Stiles took a deep breath as he heard a voice to his right. "So," Stiles turned his head and saw Isaac standing there. "How'd it go with Lydia?" Another door slammed somewhere upstairs.
Stiles balled his hand into a fist and was halfway through a lunge when a hand grabbed his arm.
"Stiles," Scott said, a warning in his tone of voice. Stiles turned to face Scott and looked at his glowing red eyes. "You need to calm down." To be honest, the glowing eyes still freaked him out a little and he immediately relaxed his fist and dropped his arm. A concerned look appeared on Scott's face. "Did you get hurt?"
"I smell blood." Scott, looked at Stiles's arm. It was covered by a hoodie, but that was definitely where the smell was coming from. Stiles shrugged the jacket off to reveal a gash on his bicep. "How'd that happen?" Scott asked.
"I don't know. Maybe I sliced it on a branch or something."
"Without ripping your jacket?" Isaac asked.
Stiles glared up at the beta. "I don't know, Isaac. I was little preoccupied over the possibility of finding a dead body."
"Does it hurt?" Scott asked without touching it.
"Not really." Stiles said with a shake of his head.
"I can't tell if it's still bleeding or not." Scott told him. "Come with me and I'll help you clean it up."
Allison made it up the stairs just as Lydia closed Allison's door with a bang. She flinched. "God, you're so lucky Nic isn't home." She opened the door and saw Lydia laying on her bed. "Hey," she said softly as she sat down next to her friend on the bed and rubbed her back. "So, do you want to tell me what that was about?"
"Your boyfriend being an ass." Lydia sniffled.
"Well, I got that much." Lydia huffed. "What happened? I feel like we just went back in time like a year. You guys were fine."
Lydia laughed. "We weren't fine, Allison. We were far from fine. We tolerated each other."
"He reminded me why he shouldn't be tolerated."
"Did he call you a name? Because, I swear to God, Lydia...if he's starting that childish bullshit again I'll-"
"No." Lydia sighed and sat up. "He just called me selfish...which I am...so..."
"You're not selfish. You're one of the least selfish people I know."
"Well, if that's the case, then the people you hang out with must be pretty self-absorbed." Allison smiled and wrapped her arms around her friend. Lydia sighed again. "I told him that I was looking at colleges on the East Coast."
Allison froze. "What?"
"He basically told me that if I was going there just to get away from him and not thinking about the pack, then I was being selfish. And he was right. I just didn't want to hear it. It started another fight. It was the most we'd said to each other in long time."
Allison let her go and looked at her friend. They were silent for a moment when they heard Stiles give a pained yell. The girls silently exchanged expressions, then shrugged. "Well, you still have a few months to think about it. If you decide you need to leave, I'll support you. Besides, that still doesn't excuse that comment he made when you ran up." Lydia blushed slightly, remembering the one. "Especially in front of me."
"I think he was mad at both of us. I mean...you were the one who made him pick me up."
"Yeah, but that doesn't give him the right. He's going to get a mouth full later on."
Lydia groaned. "Why do I feel like that's going to turn into you getting a mouth full."
"I'm sorry," Allison said, with a wide smile and small blush. "Are you implying something?"
"I'm just saying that the two of you can't have a fight without it turning to sex. And most of the time it ends you with you on your knees begging for mercy."
"That's not true!" Allison giggled.
"See?! You can't even keep a straight face about it!" Lydia replied, laughing along with her. Allison covered her face as it turned beet red and Lydia wiped her cheeks from where a few stray tears had fallen.
The two girls got quiet after a moment and Allison asked, "Are you okay now?"
Lydia nodded. "Yeah. Thanks."
"No problem." She smiled and stood, then held her hand out. "Come on. Party time."
"Here." Isaac said as he came back with a bandage. "I found Chris's stash. What was that noise I heard?"
Stiles gritted his teeth. "Peroxide hurts like a bitch."
"I had to clean the wound." Scott told him. "Especially since you didn't know how you got it." Allison and Lydia appeared in the kitchen and Allison's eyes flashed with worry.
"What happened?" She asked as she took a few steps toward him.
"I have no clue, but Scott's patching me up."
"Awe," She looked at him sympathetically, then leaned in like she was going to kiss him, but stopped right before. "Karma's a bitch." She backed away with a smirk and he glared for a moment. She turned to the Alpha, "Thanks for making him feel it, Scott."
Stiles gave an exasperated sigh. "I get it! I'm a dick."
"Well, I wasn't going to say anything..."Isaac murmured.
Stiles turned his glare toward the beta, then looked at Scott. "Seriously, what is his purpose? Besides making me constantly want to hit him in his face."
"Guys! Come on!" Liam called from the other room. Stiles hopped down off of the counter and the five of them walked into the living room. Liam, Hayden, Corey and Mason were there waiting. Allison stood in front of everybody while the other four took a seat, Lydia sitting next to Hayden as far away as possible from Stiles, who sat on the other side next to Scott.
"So, now that everyone's here," She looked at Stiles. "And... put back together," She turned back to the rest of the group. "I wanted to thank everybody for coming to my mother's death day party."
Corey raised his hand, "Yeah... what exactly is a death day party?"
"For the those of you that aren't familiar with this story, my mom died when I was eleven so every year on the day of her death, instead of being sad, my dad and I would have a party. So tonight, we watch movies and pop popcorn and hang out with friends." Everyone silently looked between Stiles and Lydia. The two of them didn't notice. "The first movie we're going to watch is," Allison picked up the case on top. "Dirty Dancing."
"Uh..."Lydia cleared her throat. "Can we watch a different movie?"
Stiles raised his hand ."I agree with the banshee." Corey and Hayden exchanged glances because in the time they had known them, those two had never agreed on anything.
"Guys," Mason began. "What are you talking about? Dirty Dancing is a classic!"
"We just watch it all the time." Lydia said.
"Yeah," Allison agreed. "Because it's one of my favorites. And this isn't about you."
"Yeah. Lydia," Stiles mumbled. "Stop being selfish."
Lydia jumped to her feet, and Stiles was up almost as fast.. "You know what, Stilinski?" She took a few steps toward him and Stiles took a giant step toward her before Liam and Scott jumped between the two. Liam, holding Lydia and Scott holding Stiles.
"You need to take a walk." Scott told his brother through bared teeth. Stiles's cheeks were flushed with anger as he jerked himself away from from Scott. He walked away and a few moments later they heard the backdoor close.
"If the movie is going to cause that much of an issue, then we won't watch it." Allison mumbled.
"No..."Lydia said softly as she sat back down. "I'm sorry. Go ahead." Allison wanted to say 'No' on principle, to make a point, but she really wanted to watch the movie.
"Okay." She couldn't hide her smile as she put the movie in.
Stiles stayed outside for awhile. He took a couple of laps around Allison's neighborhood and then paced in front of the back door. When he finally walked back into the living room Time of Your Life was playing. Scott was laughing.
"Stiles did this dance for a talent competition. It was before our parents got married, but I think he won...I don't remember who he danced with."
"Lydia." He spoke. Everyone turned their heads to see him, but he made eye contact with the banshee. "I danced with Lydia. And we got 2nd." Lydia pursed her lips. "So, what's next?"
Allison looked over at Lydia, seemingly understanding why they didn't want to watch the movie, as she stood up and looked at the pile of DVDs. "The Breakfast Club." She announced as she held the DVD case up.
"I'm sensing a pattern." Hayden said as she exchanged glances with Mason.
There was a pattern.
After The Breakfast Club, they watched Back to the Future, then Ferris Bueller's Day Off.
"It's getting late." Liam announced when the fourth movie ended.
"Yeah,"Mason said, standing up. "Come on guys," He began, addressing the sophomores in the group. "Let's get you home." Mason, Corey, Hayden, and Liam said their goodbyes to the rest of the group and headed out.
"Lydia, I'll take you home." Scott told her. She nodded, relieved. Isaac walked out with them before going their separate ways. "So, tonight was interesting." Scott said when he got into the car.
Lydia nodded. "Yeah. Interesting is definitely a word to describe it."
"How would you describe it?"
"Terrible. Although, I guess it could have gotten worse if you and Liam hadn't stepped in."
"Been there done that. God, you and Stiles fighting is the worst."
Lydia sighed. "Tell me about it. I keep wanting things to go back to the way they were, but too much has happened. I don't think we can ever be fixed again."
Scott shook his head. "I don't believe that. You two have too much history. You'll find your way back to each other. You always do."
"I admire your optimism. But I think sometimes you just have to admit defeat. And this is one of those things you can't come back from."
"What happened? I mean...if you don't mind me asking. It's like you drifted apart, then you guys stopped talking to each other and when you did talk all you did was fight, and then it ...escalated, but for awhile I thought things were okay."
"I told Allison the same thing earlier: Things were never okay. We used to hate each other, but now we don't. Well...he doesn't hate me. I still have some very strong feelings toward him."
"So, you're not going to tell me what happened?"
"He hasn't told you?" Lydia asked. Scott shook his head. "Then I won't either. Not keeping my mouth closed is sort of how it all spiraled out of control to begin with."
Scott nodded, then asked, "Does it have anything to do with the fact that you guys slept together?" Lydia turned her head to face him. "Everybody knows. There was a fight we all over heard once...and if they didn't know then, they know now after Stiles's comment earlier."
Lydia shook her head. "I'm sorry, Scott. I can't tell you."
Scott nodded again. "That's fine. I get it. If you want to talk though. I'm here for you when you're ready."
"Thank you." She told him. He pulled into her driveway shortly after. "Wow, I never realized how close I was to Allison's house. I guess I'm just used to making detours along the way." Scott chuckled. "Thanks again for the ride." She told him again and she made her way out of his car.
Allison closed the door behind the werewolves and the banshee as they left her house. When she turned back around Stiles was still sitting on the couch, watching the menu screen play over and over.
Allison reached for the remote and turned the television off, then crossed her arms. Stiles made eye contact with her and stood up. "Before you yell at me, just realize that you have no one to blame but yourself." He told her, then began to walk upstairs.
Allison scoffed. "Are you kidding me?" She said, following him. "You were a dick to Lydia, you made inappropriate comments in front of me, and the two of you fighting nearly turned physical. Again. The tension was so thick I could barely breathe!"
Stiles shrugged as he opened the door to Allison's room. "And if you would have just picked her up yourself, this could have all been avoided. What were you doing anyway that was sodamn important that you couldn't take the time to pick up your best friend?"
"I was setting up a party! And, how dare you turn this all around on me! If you didn't have such a terrible temper when it came to her, maybe it wouldn't have been that bad."
"Well, you knew that I had issues with her. If you didn't want us to fight you would've figured out another way to get her here." He took his shirt off, almost subconsciously.
"I thought that things had changed!" Stiles opened his mouth to say something "And before you give me the spiel about how nothing changed and you still hate each other, save your breath, because Lydia already did the same thing." Allison said as she took her shirt off too. "God, do you know how pissed I am with you?"
Stiles smirked, a glint in his eye. "No, but I bet you're gonna show me." Allison glared, as she pushed him back onto the bed.
Allison opened her eyes. She swore she heard the alarm on her front door go off.
Creak! That was definitely a floorboard. Her dad wasn't coming back for another day, so who was in her house?
"Stiles!" She whispered and shook him.
"Stiles, someone's in the house." It was at that moment that there was a distinct sound of glass shattering. Stiles sat up quickly and exchanged looks with Allison.
She slipped out of the bed. She was wearing Stiles's shirt while Stiles had a pair of sweatpants on that he kept at Allison's for nights like this.
"Do you have like a bat or something?" He asked.
"No," She said as she walked over to her closet and pulled out her crossbow. "I've got this."
"Then what do I get?" Allison reached into her closet again, this time grabbing a gun. Stiles groaned. "God, I hate guns."
There was another thud downstairs and they froze. "Just hold it."
She handed it to him and they carefully walked out of her room and down the stairs. The front door was open, but Allison heard something that sounded like scratching from the kitchen. Stiles kept the gun low, but Allison held the bow, aiming it and ready to shoot if she needed to.
Allison led Stiles toward the kitchen, then put a finger to her lips as they were about to enter it. They walked in and quickly flipped on the lights.
"Jesus, Lydia!" Stiles yelled, as he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Lydia?" Allison asked as she lowered the bow. The banshee seemed to be in a trance, a piece of broken glass was in her left hand, while her right arm was held out. Her hand came down ready slice into her arm. Stiles seemed to move inhumanly fast, grabbing her left wrist in his hand.
She immediately dropped the piece of glass as she woke up.
"What the hell is going on?" She asked as she looked up at Allison.
"I was kind of wondering the same thing." Stiles said, still holding onto her wrist.
She turned to look at him, worry evident in his eyes. Then she looked down at her wrist in his hand. "I'm fine." She said and attempted to pull her arm away, but he held tightly. "Stiles, stop you're hurting me." He let her go and she held her own wrist.
"Sorry." He mumbled.
Lydia only stared at him, because since the two of them had starting fighting, Stiles never apologized for anything. She was almost starting to wonder if he'd forgotten the meaning of the word.
"It's... It's fine." She told him.
"Umm..." Allison started, as she glanced back and forth between Stiles and Lydia. "Lydia, what are you doing here?"
Lydia shook her head. "I don't know. The last thing I remember is laying down in my bed to go to sleep. Then all of a sudden I'm waking up in your kitchen with a piece of glass in my hand."
"I assume you walked here, since you're car is in the shop, right?" Allison asked.
Lydia shrugged. The three of them went to the door and didn't see any other vehicles besides Stiles's jeep and Allison's car outside.
"I'll bring you home."
Allison and Lydia whipped their heads toward Stiles.
"What?" Lydia was the first one to speak.
"I can do it, Stiles." Allison told him.
"No, you should just go back to bed. I really need to get home anyway and Lydia's on the way. Let me just grab my stuff from your room." He said then headed upstairs.
"What got into him?" Lydia asked Allison.
Allison shrugged. "No idea. He was still pissed at me when we went to bed."
Stiles came back down with his hoodie on and zipped up in place of his shirt, and he was still wearing his sweatpants.
"Almost ready." He said as he walked over to the couch where he'd taken his Converses off the night before. "Ali, I'm leaving my jeans here too since you're still wearing my shirt."
Allison looked down and crossed her arms over the shirt, as if feeling somewhat embarrassed all of a sudden. Lydia just gave her a knowing look.
"I hope you brushed your teeth." She whispered, and received a soft slap on her arm from Allison.
"Alright," Stiles announced. "Let's go."
"Bye." Lydia told Allison and gave her a hug, then she followed Stiles out to his jeep.
They were silent for several minutes, awkward tension settling inside the vehicle.
"Thank you." Lydia finally said.
Stiles nodded. "Yeah...yeah no problem." He was quiet for a moment, before saying, "Uh...wait...what are you thanking me for again?"
"I guess, one, for waking me up, and two, for taking me home." She sighed. "We both know that you didn't have to do either." Stiles suddenly slammed on the brakes and stopped in the middle of the road. "Stiles! What the-"
"Let me talk!" He yelled, then took a deep breath. "Look, I told you before that I don't hate you anymore. For awhile I did. I'm not going to be your best friend again anytime soon, but that doesn't mean that I want to see you get hurt."
"Allison would have taken me home. You didn't have to, so why did you offer?"
Stiles stared at the steering wheel for a long time, not saying anything.
"I don't know." He finally spoke. It didn't sound malicious though...not like how it would have the past few months. It almost sounded like he was on the verge of tears. "I guess... as much as we haven't gotten along lately, there's a part of me that still cares about you. If Allison and I hadn't woken up, I'm not sure what you would have done with that glass. All of a sudden, I realized how much of a jerk I was last night and if something had happened to you, that wasn't the last impression I would have wanted to leave. So, I wanted to apologize." He finally turned his head to make eye contact with her. Lydia bit her lip and looked away. "You don't have to forgive me. I just needed to get it off my chest."
Lydia took a deep breath. "I-" Stiles's phone suddenly began to ring.
"That's Allison." He said, recognizing the ring tone he'd set for her. He reached into his pocket and pulled the phone out. "Hey, babe. What's up?"
"I just sent you a picture. I just walked into the kitchen again and where Lydia was standing, there was something carved into the counter."
"Let me take a look." Stiles pulled the phone away and put Allison on speaker while he looked at his messages.
"What's wrong?" Lydia asked.
"Allison sent me a picture. I guess you carved something into the counter."
Lydia groaned. "Sorry, Allison. I'll pay you back."
"I'm more worried about wha tyou carved though."
Stiles tilted the phone screen toward Lydia. "What is that?" He asked her.
Lydia looked at the screen. "I don't know, but it looks like a Japanese kanji."
"I didn't know you knew Japanese." Allison said.
Lydia looked up and exchanged glances with Stiles. "I don't."
"Okay," Stiles said slowly. "Um, Allison, just go back to sleep and I'll talk this over with Scott tomorrow."
"Alright, love you. Goodnight."
"Love you too." He said and hung up.
Lydia felt her gut clench. She didn't know why it still affected her, hearing them exchange I love you's. They had been dating for 2 years, aside from the small break they took in the middle of Junior year, so it was nothing new.
A car suddenly passed them, blowing their horn. "You should probably move out of the middle of the road." Lydia whispered quietly.
"Yeah." He said as he lifted his foot off the brake and continued on his way to Lydia's house. They were quiet on the way there. Both of them lost in their own thoughts.
"Thanks for the ride home." Lydia said as she opened the door and began to climb out.
"It's fine. Just...stay there this time."
Lydia let out a small laugh. "I'll do my best." She told him. They stared for a moment in a comfortable silence, as if nothing had ever happened between them, but then they both seemed to remember at the same time that things were different now. Stiles looked away and cleared his throat and Lydia nodded. "Goodnight." She said then shut the door. She walked away a few steps, then stopped and turned around. She wasn't sure what she was going to say, but she didn't have to worry about that because Stiles was already driving away.
Stiles heard his bedroom door open and moved the blanket off of his head.
"Oh!" Scott said with some surprise. "You are here. I thought I heard someone come in really early this morning, but I assumed I must have been dreaming."
"It was me." Stiles scratched his head and sat up. "Lydia ended up at Allison's this morning, and I took her home."
Scott blinked a few times. "I'm not sure what I should focus on first. The way you said ended up like she was in a fugue state, or the fact that you took her home."
"Well, I'll make it easy for you. We think she was sleepwalking. She carved a Japanese kanji into Allison's counter and almost carved into her arm before I stopped her, and yes. I brought her home, and yes. She was still alive when I left her."
"Oh...so are you two..."
"Friends?" Stiles shook his head. "No. There's still stuff that happened and it's going to take a lot for me to forgive her for all of it."
"I wish you would just tell me what it was."
"No." Stiles shook his head. "It's nobody's business."
Scott sighed. "Well, if it's any consolation, when I asked Lydia about it last night she wouldn't say anything either."
"Well, you have to hand it to her. The girl sure can keep a secret when she wants to." He tossed the covers off completely and threw his legs off the bed to stand.
"She said that opening her mouth is what got her in trouble in the first place." Scott said with a confusion.
"What's your point, Scott?"
"I just don't get it. She acts like you're mad because she said something and you're acting like you're mad because she didn't say something. So which is it?"
Stiles shrugged. "It's both."
Scott shook his head. "Fine, whatever. Don't tell me."
"I wasn't planning on it."
"Okay, then." Scott cleared his throat. "Well, Kira's still out of town, visiting family for Spring Break, but her mom is here. Maybe we should take a picture of that kanji and ask her what it means."
"Allison sent me a picture last night." He said as he reached for his phone. He found the picture and held the phone out so Scott could see it.
Scott reached for it and Stiles snatched it away. "What are you doing?" Scott asked his brother.
"Look, don't touch."
"What? You think I'm going to break your phone?"
"No, I think you're going to accidentally go snooping and see something you won't be able to unsee, and something that I'm sure Allison would not want you see, and definitelysomething that I would not feel comfortable about you seeing."
They blinked a few times at each other before Scott nodded. "Look, don't touch. Got it." Stiles held up the phone again and Scott leaned forward to see the picture. "What did she use to carve it?"
"I assume the same piece of glass that she almost sliced into her arm with." He put the phone back on his bedside table. "Alright, I've got to take a shower." Stiles stood and stretched.
"Alright, you do that. I'll make sure Noshiko is okay to see us today and then text Lydia and Allison." There was a loud clanging coming from the kitchen. "First, I should make sure Dad is okay with breakfast."
"He sounds like he's struggling." Stiles noted.
Scott nodded sadly. "See you downstairs in a bit."
Lydia rolled over as she heard her phone go off. She was getting a text. She reached for the phone, wishing she could sleep a few more hours since she was restless the night before.
Going to talk to Noshiko about the kanji on Allison's counter. Picking you up around 2.
It was from Scott.
Okay. She texted back. It was just after 10 a.m. So she still had about four hours before he would be there. Probably with Stiles.
Stiles. He'd confused her the night before. She still hadn't decided if she wanted to forgive him. As far as she knew, he never forgave her, so why should she give him the satisfaction? For a moment, everything had almost seemed normal though. It reminded her of how much she missed him, but like she told Scott, too much had changed for that to all go back to normal. Too much had broken between them. Not even the strongest super glue would have a chance of mending things.
Lydia groaned and rolled back over. Why did life have to be messy and complicated? She fell asleep again, for about an hour before she woke up completely frustrated in herself for not being able to sleep for more than an hour at a time. Maybe part of her was worried she was going to sleepwalk again and this time it would be in the middle of the day in lots of traffic.
She finally got up, made herself something to eat, then took a shower and got dressed. She made sure to take her time getting ready to keep herself busy. She felt a nervousness settle into the pit of stomach every time she thought she was done.
Finally she heard someone pull into the driveway and she got a text from Scott.
She took a deep breath and headed down the stairs and out the door, locking it behind her. Scott was out of the jeep, so that Lydia could get into the back seat.
"You look tired." Stiles commented when Lydia climbed inside the vehicle. Scott looked back and forth between his brother and the banshee.
"I didn't sleep well." she muttered, and Scott let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding, then got back inside and closed the door.
"Me either." Stiles said as he eased off the brake and headed toward Allison's house. The car ride to Allison's was silent. It wasn't until Scott got out of the car to let Allison in that they realized Lydia had fallen asleep, head against the window.
"No wonder it was so quiet." Stiles joked.
Allison walked out of her house and up to the jeep. "Do you want to sit in the back with Lydia or the front with Stiles?" Scott asked her.
"Uh...backseat is fine." She shrugged and climbed in. Scott let her In and got back into the passenger's seat. "How long has Lydia been asleep?"Allison asked the boys.
"I don't know." Stiles told her. "But she said she didn't sleep well last night."
"Then I won't wake her up until we get to Kira's." It was about another twenty minute ride until they reached the Yukimuras' house. "What happened when you took her home last night?"
Stiles shrugged. "Nothing. I just dropped her off." Allison didn't look convinced, but Stiles was too tired to argue.
Silence settled in the jeep once again.
Stiles looked around the jeep and seemed to be thinking about something.
"What?" Scott asked his brother.
"Uh...nothing." Stiles shook his head. "I'll tell you later."
Finally, they pulling into the Yukimuras' driveway. Stiles and Scott got out first and waited for Allison and Lydia.
"Lydia." Allison said softly and shook her slightly. Lydia began to stir and looked around, almost having forgotten where she was. Slowly it all came back to her. "Wake up, sleepyhead."
Lydia rubbed her eyes and sat up. "When did you get here? How long was I out for?"
"You guys picked me up about 20 minutes ago and you were already asleep."
Lydia yawned and stretched. "Are we here?"
"Yep. Waiting on you."
She unbuckled and followed Allison out of the jeep.
"Did you have a good nap?" Scott asked when the girls got up to the door where the boys were waiting.
"Surprisingly, yes." Lydia told him.
"Is someone going to knock?" Allison asked them.
"I already did." Stiles told her. As soon as the words left his mouth, Noshiko opened the door.
"Come on in, I've made tea."
The four kids followed Kira's mother inside and to their kitchen.
"When does Kira get back again?" Scott asked, making conversation.
"Late tomorrow or early Sunday. She has to be ready for school on Monday." The teens sat down and Noshiko came around with a tea kettle. "So, what brings you here today again?"
"I'm sleepwalking." Lydia told her.
"And sleep-carving." Stiles added.
Allison pulled her phone out. "She scratched this into my kitchen counter." Noshiko looked at the picture.
"That says 'memory'."
"Memory?" Lydia questioned. "But what does that mean?"
"Yeah," Scott began. "Like, does it mean she has a good memory?"
"Or maybe it just means you really like the musical Cats." Allison offered.
"Not helping." Lydia said shaking her head.
"What if it means you lost a memory?" Stiles said, and everyone turned to look at him.
"What?" Lydia asked.
"I'm just spit-balling here," He began. "But, last night you said you felt like you were forgetting something. So, what if you did. You lost a memory and your subconscious wants you to remember what it is."
"What if it's not just one memory?" Scott added.
"You're saying I'm losing my entire memory?" Lydia asked, her voice breaking. She felt her heart beat faster and she took a few deep breaths to calm herself.
"What if it means just the opposite." Allison started. "I mean, instead of losing a memory, what if you're gaining new memories. I mean... we haven't discussed the fact that you wrote this in Japanese. You don't know Japanese."
"Noshiko," Stiles addressed the older woman. "You've been quiet. What do you think?"
"I think that it could mean that your memory is important to you. Maybe you're worried about a memory you have. Or, maybe you saw the kanji somewhere and the fact that it means 'memory' is a coincidence. I wouldn't worry about it too much just yet."
Allison and Scott traded places when they got back into the Jeep, Allison sitting in the passenger's seat while Scott sat in the back with Lydia.
"Is anybody else, hungry?" Stiles asked.
"Starving." Allison told him.
"Lydia?" Scott asked, looking toward the banshee.
Lydia shrugged. "I could eat."
"Let's go to Tate's." Allison said. "I haven't had it all week and I'm kind of going through withdrawal."
"You're crazy." Lydia told her as she shook her head. "But I'm fine with that."
"Scott," Stiles addressed his brother, "Any objections?"
"Nope, sounds good to me."
"Alright, well Tate's it is."
Lydia looked out the window and watched the trees pass by. She was trying not to dwell on the 'memory' revelation, she doubted it would come to her while she was wide awake anyway. She felt like she blinked and all of a sudden they were pulling into the diner parking lot.
"Hey, guys." Isaac greeted them when they walked inside.
"Hey," Scott said, "I didn't realize you were working today."
"Yeah," The beta replied. "They called me in. Just the four of you?"
"Yeah." Allison said.
Isaac looked between the teens, then leaned toward Allison and in a stage whisper, said "Wait, does Stiles realize that Lydia is with you guys?"
"Ha Ha." Stiles said sarcastically.
"Actually," Scott said looking at the banshee. "I'm not sure if Lydia realizes she's with us." Lydia was staring straight ahead, not even paying attention to anything.
"Lydia?" Allison asked, then snapped her fingers in front of her friend's face.
Lydia jerked her head up. "What?"
"You just, sort of zoned out there for a second." Isaac told her.
"I did? Wait... Isaac, I didn't know you worked on Fridays."
Isaac exchanged looks with Allison and Scott. "Is she serious?"
"We just had this conversation." Stiles told her. "He was called in."
"Oh...I...I guess I was zoned out."
"Alright then," Isaac changed the subject. "Just come sit over here." Stiles and Allison sat on one side while Scott and Lydia sat on the other. Stiles and Lydia were sitting across from each other on the outside of the booth. "What do you guys want to drink?"
"Chocolate milkshake." Stiles and Lydia said at the same time, then their eyes snapped up to look at each other.
"Actually," Allison said. "A chocolate milkshake sounds great."
"Yeah, same." Scott told him.
"Alright," Isaac announced. "Four chocolate milkshakes coming up."
"Stiles?" Allison asked looking over at her boyfriend. Stiles was staring the menu with a confused expression. "What's wrong?"
Stiles shook his head. "I don't know why I ordered a chocolate milkshake."
"We all ordered chocolate milkshakes." Allison reasoned. "It's not a big deal."
"No I..." He took a deep breath. "I was going to say water... then I opened my mouth and that's not what came out." He began to chew on his thumbnail as he looked at the menu without actually reading it.
"Do you want a water? I mean, it's Isaac. He doesn't care, just let him know you changed your mind."
"No, it's...I'm fine. A milkshake is fine."
Allison nodded, unsure. "Okay."
"I think I'm going to get the double bacon cheeseburger." Scott announced. "What about you guys?"
"I'm going to get the BBQ Chicken Salad." Allison told him. "Stiles?"
"Uh," Stiles shook his head as he tried to get his mind back on track. "I haven't even looked yet."
"Lydia?" Scott asked. "What about you?" Lydia didn't make a move or a sound.
"Lydia?" Allison tried. Nothing.
Stiles looked up and knocked her leg with his foot under the table. Her head popped up and she glared at him.
"You weren't answering them." He told her quickly before she could go off on him.
Her expression softened as she looked at Scott and Allison. "I'm sorry...My mind is just preoccupied."
"Noshiko told you not to worry about it." Scott said.
"I know..." She sighed. "But I can't just not worry about it. What if you and Stiles are right? What if I am losing my memory."
"We're not right." Stiles tried to reassure her. Lydia looked up at him and into his eyes.
"Your gut is right like 90% of the time."
"Yeah, well now my gut is saying I was wrong." Stiles took a deep breath and reached across the table and grabbed her hand. "You'll be fine. Everything will be okay. We'll figure out what the kanji means and then you'll realize that you had nothing to be worried about." Lydia looked down at his hand holding hers, a comfort settling in around her. He rubbed his thumb in a calming motion on the back of her hand and she felt herself relaxing. "Okay?" She met his eyes again and nodded slowly.
Allison glared at their hands. She wanted them to get along, but not like this. Jealousy crept up her spine and she opened her mouth to say something when Isaac quickly slammed a milkshake down in front of her. Stiles and Lydia broke apart.
"Four chocolate milkshakes!" he announced, then shared a glance with Scott. Allison looked up at the alpha, and he was giving her a knowing look. Her heartbeat. The two wolves must have heard it. "Alright, so I overheard the BBQ chicken salad and a double bacon cheeseburger. What about you guys?" He asked, turning to Lydia and Stiles.
"Can I just get a cup of chicken and dumplings?" Lydia asked. "I'm not really hungry."
"Uh... The pot roast."
"What two sides?"
"Ma-" Stiles started.
"Mashed potatoes and macaroni and cheese." Lydia answered, looking bewildered at herself.
"Yeah." Stiles said with confusion. "That's it."
"Alright." Isaac said with a look between the two former friends. "I'll go put this in."
"Lydia, how did you know what I was going to get?"
Lydia shook her head. "I'll be right back." She quickly got up and ran to the bathroom. Stiles looked back at Allison and Scott.
"That was weird...right?"
"Well... you guys have known each other forever." Allison said as she twirled her straw around in her milkshake.
Stiles narrowed his eyes in her direction and was about to say something when his phone began to ring. He sighed and pulled the phone out of his pocket then looked at the caller ID.
"It's Aubrey." He said then looked at Allison. "Kayce's with her." He answered the phone then stood up and walked out of the diner.
Scott turned back to Allison. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine." Allison shrugged.
"Really? Because your heartbeat didn't sound fine and..." He motioned his head toward her hand. She looked down and saw scratches on the table, and quickly hid her hands. "Were you jealous?"
Allison picked up the paper that came from her straw and began playing with it. "I don't know...maybe a little." She took a deep breath. "It's just...when I met you guys. Stiles and Lydia had already had this history and I knew that they were just really good friends, so seeing them interact..it didn't bother me. But that was the firs time they've really interacted since I found out that they had been more than friends...so now I just see it as my boyfriend and his ex-girlfriend having a moment."
"For what it's worth, they never actually dated...at least that's what they told me...so...she's not technically his ex-girlfriend."
Allison glared at him. "It doesn't feel like it's worth much."
"Okay, well then maybe it'll help to know they didn't think of it that way."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, that I was listening to their heartbeats and smelling their chemo signals. Lydia was scared and Stiles calmed her down. There were no other emotions there."
Allison nodded. "Thanks."
Lydia walked back over to the table and sat down. "Where'd he go?" She asked pointing to the empty spot.
"He got a phone call." Scott told her. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah." She nodded. "Just went to the bathroom. Splashed some water on my face."
The bell above the door dinged and Stiles walked back inside.
"Hey, what did she need?" Scott asked his brother.
"Kayce isn't feeling well. I need to pick her up."
"Well," Allison started. "Let Isaac know that we need it to-go."
"Isaac?" Scott whispered then looked back at the group. "He's got it."
Isaac came back over with their food in boxes. They paid him then left.
"Hey, Ali," Stiles started when they got into the car. Allison was in the front. "I'm going to drop you off first. Aubrey's place is between yours and Lydia's."
"Yeah, okay." Allison nodded. Stiles pulled up to Allison's house and she kissed him goodbye before getting out of the jeep. Allison looked at him curiously as she pulled away and Stiles looked down. "Bye." She said and walked away. Scott noticed the interaction but didn't say anything. Especially not with Lydia sitting right there. She didn't seem to have noticed anything.
Stiles left Allison's and drove to Aubrey's house and had barely put the jeep in park when he jumped out.
Lydia looked up at the house in front of her. "Wow, I haven't been here in awhile."
Scott looked at Lydia then back to the house. "Have you talked to Aaron recently?"
"Not since he moved away. Besides. I've got a long-distance boyfriend that deserves my attention more than an Ex."
Stiles knocked on the door and Aubrey's middle daughter, RaeLee, answered. "Hey, Stiles. I'll go get Kayce for you."
"Thanks." He said and stepped inside the house as RaeLee walked away. Kayce came around the corner in tears and Stiles scooped her up into his arms. "Hey, Nugget." He said softly. The eight year-old sobbed into her brother's shoulder. Aubrey came around with Kayce's things. "What happened?" He asked.
"She got sick. I think it may have been something she ate, but it could be a virus. She's wearing some of Nessa's clothes. I'm washing hers right now. Either way, just keep her close to a bathroom and try to get her to eat something light later, like saltines and ginger ale. Maybe pick up some Gatorade to keep the fluids in her system. You don't want her to get dehydrated."
"Thanks, Aubie." Stiles said and Kayce lifted her head.
"Bye Aunt Aubie."
"Bye Sweetie. Feel better. Call me if you need anything, Stiles."
"We will." He told her and walked back toward the jeep.
"Who's in the backseat?" Kayce asked. "I saw someone move back there."
"Oh, it's... it's Lydia."
"Lydia?! I haven't seen her in a long time."
Stiles got to the passenger's side and Scott got out. "How are you feeling?" Scott asked as he touched his sister's arm.
"Better." She said after a moment.
"Good." Scott smiled and leaned the front seat forward.
"Lydia!" Kayce said happily as she climbed into the back.
"Is Lydia coming home with us?" Kayce asked.
"No," Stiles told her as he got into the driver's seat. "We're dropping Lydia off at her house."
Kayce looked back at the banshee. "But I miss you."
"Kayce, you're sick." Stiles reasoned.
"I feel fine." She told her brother.
"You won't feel fine for long." Scott told her.
Lydia looked over at Kayce who had started to cry again. "Hey," she soothed. "I promise we'll hang out soon, okay? When you're feeling better." Kayce nodded and laid her head down in Lydia's lap.
Several minutes later, the little girl was asleep and they were pulling into Lydia's driveway. Stiles got out and moved his seat forward so that Lydia could get out of the back. The banshee carefully moved herself out from underneath Kayce's head and Stiles grabbed her hand to help her down.
"See you later." He told her.
"Just so you know," Lydia turned on him and raised her voice slightly. Stiles was taken aback. "I intend on keeping my promise to your sister. So don't you dare keep me away from her again."
It took Stiles a moment to find his voice. "I didn't realize I was keeping you away from her before."
"Well," Lydia started feeling herself calm down. "It was implied."
Stiles nodded. "Well then, I promise I won't keep you from each other."
"Good." Stiles nodded again.
Lydia stared a moment then said, "Bye." and walked quickly toward her door.
Stiles climbed back in and looked at Scott who was grinning widely. "What's with your face?"
"Nothing, it just looks like you guys are starting to get a long again."
"Do you not remember that it was just last night that you and Liam were the only things keeping us from from physically attacking each other?" He said as he left Lydia's driveway.
"No, I do. But think something changed when you thought she was going to hurt herself."
Stiles nodded and was silent for a moment. "I apologized last night."
"For what?" Scott asked as if he was about to grab popcorn and listen to some juicy gossip.
"For last night." Stiles said with a confused look. What else could he have been talking about? "You know, for fighting and being a jerk."
"And what happened? What did she say?"
"Nothing." Stiles shrugged. "I told her she didn't have to forgive me and she didn't. So, don't go thinking it's all rainbows and sunshine again."
"Well...have you forgiven her?"
"For whatever it is that you won't tell me about."
Stiles scoffed. "No. Definitely not."
"So, then why should she forgive you?"
"She shouldn't. That's why I told her that she didn't have to."
Scott nodded and the car fell silent for a little bit before he said, "So can I ask you something?"
"If it's something else about me and Lydia then I swear to God-"
"No, it's about you and Allison."
"What about us?"
"She kissed you when she got out of the jeep and you guys had some kind of silent conversation. What happened?"
Stiles sighed and looked back to make sure Kayce was still asleep. "I didn't kiss her back."
"What? Why not?"
"I don't know. I guess I wasn't expecting it, and I was focused on getting to Kayce. I just wasn't feeling it I guess. She was mad though. I could tell." Scott nodded and Stiles took a deep breath. "So, how is she?" He motioned to the back seat with his head. "Is she really sick?"
Scott nodded. "Yeah. She was definitely in pain."
"I hate seeing her sick." Stiles said.
"Me too." Scott agreed. "Can I ask you something else?"
"Oh for the love of God! What?"
"Just...earlier...you looked around the jeep like you were thinking about something, and you said you'd tell me later."
"Oh..." Stiles chuckled. "It was nothing."
Scott groaned. "Just tell me!"
"I just... I looked around, and saw you, and Lydia and Allison, and I just had the realization that I'd see everyone in the jeep naked."
Scott raised his eyebrow. "When have you seen me naked?"
"Not recently." Stiles assured him. "I mean... we have known each other for like 13 years and we've been brothers for nine... Although...there was that time about three years ago, when I accidentally walked in on you in the shower. Seriously, dude...there's a lock on the door for a reason. If Kira were in the jeep I still could have said I'd seen everybody naked because you don't lock the door.
Suddenly they heard Kayce shuffle and whimper in the backseat. "Mommy." She whined.
Stiles bit his lip and Scott looked out of the window and they both sighed.
Lydia had another restless night. Fortunately, it didn't seem to have involved any involuntary strolls. Honestly, the best sleep she had gotten was in Stiles's jeep.
"Lydia!" Her mother called her. "The mechanic just called. We can go pick up your car!"
"Be there in a minute!" She called back.
Her mother drove her to the mechanic and paid for the work that had to be done. Lydia didn't think it was worth it. Once your vehicle is wrecked during a supernatural fight, it wasn't worth saving. Her mother thought differently.
Once Lydia got back behind the wheel of her car, she tried to decide on what to do. Now that she had freedom again she wasn't sure where she wanted to go. She decided to check in on Kayce... maybe she could visit with her.
How's Kayce? She texted to Scott. She had just gotten so used to texting Scott, plus she was pretty sure she'd deleted Stiles's number from her phone.
Still sick.She got back a few minutes later, We think it's the stomach flu.
Poor thing. Tell her I hope she feels better.
Will do. Stiles has been taking care of her all night and all day today.
But you're the werewolf that doesn't get sick.
I tried to tell him.
Suddenly, Lydia didn't feel well. Maybe it was talking about Kayce having the stomach flu, and the realization that she had contact with her the day before, but she decided that home was definitely the best place for her.
She got sick as soon as she got home and on Sunday, Scott had texted her informing her that Stiles was also sick. She thought that maybe being sick and tired would actually help her sleep, but no such luck. She just kept waking up to go to the bathroom and her mother was doing her best to take care of her.
Allison had sent Stiles a text asking if she could come visit him.
Fine vine part in Dublin. He had texted back.
What? You're in Dublin?
What are you saying?
You're a dick? Well...I could have told you that.
"Scott." Stiles called weakly.
"You rang?" Scott said as he walked in a few minutes later.
Stiles held his phone out. "Talk to Allison. She doesn't understand!" He whined.
Scott took his brother's phone and looked at the previous texts. He laughed as he texted her back.
Stiles is sick, and apparently autocorrect is working against him today. He'll text when he's feeling better.- Scott
Scott hit send and put the phone back. "All done. Now, just stop texting until you feel better. Who knows what you'll end up saying."
"Mmkay bye." He mumbled and rolled over.
Unfortunately for Stiles, he felt better by late afternoon Sunday which meant he had to go to school the next day, and unfortunately for Lydia she still felt like crap late evening Sunday night.
"Are you feeling better?" Allison asked Stiles when she saw him at his locker.
"Yes and no." Stiles shrugged. "The virus ran it's course, but now I'm in the day-after-being-sick funk."
"Lydia was still sick last night." Allison told him. "I don't think she'll be at school today."
Stiles looked up at Allison and saw something just over her head. "Well, think again." Allison turned around and saw Lydia walking into the school .
"Lydia!" Allison said in surprise.
"Hi!" She said brightly.
"How are you feeling?"
"Loads better. That stomach flu kicked my ass though."
"Tell me about it." Stiles mumbled.
Allison glanced at Stiles before turning back to Lydia. "If you were still sick last night, shouldn't you be at home still?"
"How are you so perky?" Stiles asked. "I was starting to feel better yesterday afternoon and I still feel like death this morning. There was no convincing my dad to let me stay home, though."
Lydia shrugged. "I don't know, but I only have one class, so I figured it wasn't worth it to skip anyway."
Stiles rolled his eyes. "I've got to get to class." He kissed Allison's cheek and walked away.
Allison turned back to Lydia. "Come on. We've got class too."
Allison linked her arm with Lydia and the two of them went to their AP Biology class. "So, is your dad home yet?" Lydia asked her best friend.
"No." Allison sighed. "He was supposed to be home yesterday, but he pushed it back to today, hopefully." She pouted. "I miss him, Lyd."
"Have you ever been away from him this long before?" She asked as they walked into the classroom.
"No! And I hate it! This is not happening again. Not if I have anything to do with it." Allison sat down at her desk and Lydia sat down at same table, just right next to her.
"Well at this point, he may as well stay gone until Thursday." Lydia told her as she pulled out her book.
"What? Why would you say that?" Allison asked as she did the same.
"Because Wednesday is the full moon." Lydia said, with a tone that suggested Allison should have realized this sooner.
"Ugh!" Allison groaned as she hit her head against the hardback biology book. "I totally forgot."
"That's why I'm here." Lydia shrugged.
"Alright class," Mrs. Finch began. "I hope everyone enjoyed their Spring Break, but I also hope that you remembered that you have a test today." The entire class groaned. "So, with that being said, books away, writing utensils out and I'm passing the tests out now."
Allison clicked her pen nervously before Lydia finally grabbed her hand to stop her.
"Calm down." She whispered.
"Sorry." Allison mouthed back.
Mrs. Finch gave them their tests and Lydia went straight to work. She had forgotten that there was going to be a test today, but luckily she remembered what they had talked about in class the week before Spring Break. She had finished the first page of the test when she realized, wait...she had forgotten about the test? Lydia didn't forget things like that. She would have been studying for it non-stop the entire Spring Break. Did this have something to do with the memory kanji? Was she, in fact, losing her memory?
All of a sudden, none of the questions made sense. She could feel Allison staring at her and Mrs. Finch was giving her strange glances. Her breathing was picking up, and her heartbeat had accelerated. Lydia stood up, knocking her chair over in the process.
"Lydia?" Mrs. Finch questioned.
The banshee was suddenly overcome with a wave of nausea. She threw her hand over her mouth and ran out of the room.
Allison looked up at Mrs. Finch, silently asking her if she could go check on Lydia. Mrs. Finch gave her a tiny nod and she quickly got up, picked Lydia's chair up and then followed her friend out the door.
Allison didn't see Lydia in the hallway, but went to the bathroom across the hall to see if she was there.
A girl opened the door looking like she was going to be sick, and Allison heard the retching coming from inside.
"Lydia?" She called.
"Yeah?" She heard back. Her voice sounded small. Allison could see her friend's feet from under the only closed stall.
"Are you okay?"
"I don't know." Allison could tell she was crying. The toilet flushed and Lydia walked out of the bathroom pale and shaking. "Do you have any gum or something?" Lydia asked as she went to the sink.
"In my purse." Lydia nodded. "I knew you shouldn't have come to school today." Allison said shaking her head.
"I'm fine... well at least I was fine. I just freaked out."
Allison nodded. "I could tell." Lydia rinsed her mouth out with water as her friend spoke. "Maybe you should go home."
"I'm not sick." Lydia said. "Not with the stomach flu. There's no way I still have that. I just got scared."
"But, Lydia you're never scared."
"Yeah, well...I am now." She took a deep breath. "I didn't remember about the test. I'm the one who always remembers that kind of thing. I don't even remember her announcing it."
"Wait, this is about the kanji, isn't it?"
"I'm losing my mind." Lydia sobbed.
"Lydia, listen to me. You're not losing anything. Not your memories, not your mind. There's probably a simple explanation to why you didn't remember her announcing it. I mean, I don't remember it either! Maybe we weren't there, or maybe we were talking and not paying attention. I could go on and on. There are so many possibilities, that don't have to do with memories and kanjis. Okay?"
Lydia nodded. "Okay. You're...you're right."'
"Of course I am." Allison smiled. "Come on. Let's go finish the test." Allison turned to walk away and Lydia grabbed her wrist. Allison turned her head to see Lydia faced toward the door, but her eyes darting from side to side as she if she was listening to something. "Lydia?" Allison asked after a moment.
Lydia shook her head, "I don't think anybody is going to finish the test today."
Allison's eyes widened and she ran back to their classroom. When she got back inside, Mrs. Finch was on the ground. Several kids stood around her and a few of them were on their phones, presumably with 911.
Lydia came in a moment later and immediately looked away.
"What happened?" Allison asked a nearby student.
"She just collapsed." She told her.
Another teacher ran in suddenly, clearing a path. With her, she brought the rest of her class which included Scott and Stiles.
"Stiles!" Allison called as she ran toward her boyfriend that had just walked into the hallway. He held her as she whispered to him what happened.
"Hey," Scott said to Lydia as he walked over to her. "Are you alright?"
She nodded. "I'm fine. I can't say the same for Mrs. Finch." She shrugged.
"What do you think happened?" Scott asked.
Lydia shook her head. "I don't know. Allison and I were in the bathroom."
"Is she going to be okay?" Scott asked the banshee.
Lydia shook her head again. "No. She's not."