{𝙁𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙊𝘾 𝙭 𝙄𝙨𝙖𝙖𝙘 𝙇𝙖𝙝𝙚𝙮}
𝘚𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 2 - 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 3
"Looks like you found your anchor."
"Marley," Isaac answered, his golden eyes fixated on the wall in front of him. He pictured his best friend, the person her loved most...
Isaac's hands travelled down Marley's shirt as their lips attacked each others. His hair curled around her fingers, each one massaging his head. As they lay in the backseat, the silly movie was muffled. The car was completely dark with the exception of the movie light coming from the front window. Isaac's hands pushed under Marley's shirt. He placed his warm hands on her hair waist. Marley's mouth opened in response, Isaac immediately entering his tongue.
Buzz Buzz
"Isaac," Marley said through kisses. "You're phone."
He reached on hand to hold the middle of her back under her shirt. "It's nothing."
Marley nodded, not particularly wanting to break the kiss. The two had made out before (many of times) during the summer. But every time they did was just as special as the first.
Buzz Buzz
Marley frowned and broke the kiss. Isaac sighed and got up to retrieve his phone. "Hello?"
Marley sat up in the seat and pulled her own phone from her pocket to check the time. But instead, she saw a text from Stiles, sent four minutes prior.
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Silly Stiles: Where are you?
Sad dog movie: With Isaac Why
Silly Stiles: I need to pick you up It's an emergency
Sad dog movie: Better be
"Okay," Isaac said into the phone. "On my way."
"Everything okay?" Marley asked as Isaac put his phone down. She climbed back into the front seat with him.
"No. Boyd and the girl got out and they're dangerous so I've gotta go help," Isaac said.
"Okay, well stiles just texted me saying that he needs me," Marley said. Whatever was going on had to be more important than the drive in. Because if it wasn't, Marley would not have been happy.
...
"Lydia? Lydia?" Stiles called as him and Marley got out of the Jeep. They had driven to a local pool where Lydia had said to meet them. Stiles had told Marley that Lydia seemed shaken up. "Lydia, are you okay?"
Marley stood next to Lydia and checked up on her. She certainly seemed shaken up, but Marley still wasn't sure why.
"What's wrong, Lydia?" Marley asked.
"That over there... not okay," Lydia said, turning her head to look at the lifeguard chair. Marley followed her friends gaze, feeling her heart dropped. The life guard was sat slouched in the chair, blood drilling from his neck and head. Marley frowned deeply.
