𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐏𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐌. isaac lahey

eleven.

chapter eleven

[ season 2 | episode 5 ]
[ venomous ]

THERE HAD BEEN MANY, many times in Marley's life where she felt lost. Just after her family died, after the fire, with the Barley's. She remembered the feeling. It was like her heart had journeyed too far from where it belonged against her ribs and couldn't find its way back. Like up became down, north became south, and yes became no.

It was this overwhelming feeling of panic, too. She could feel her stomach curve in on itself, could feel her finger tips buzz with unleashed energy. Her ears were so much more sensitive that even the smallest trip in someone's heartbeat sent her head spinning. Her gums ached with the presence of hidden fangs, and she could feel the claws itching beneath her fingernails. She just felt so aware that it grew almost worse than ignorance.

          Marley St. Claire felt completely, and utterly, lost in the responsibilities that had fallen upon her. Marley St. Claire knew, within the deepest corners of her little lost heart, that she was walking into something she would probably never recover from. She knew it the second she stepped onto that field, the second she really figured out what killed her family, the second she studied Scott McCall a little too closely at lacrosse practice.

          Now, rushing through the hallways with a huntress by her side, she did all she could to push everything down. She could panic later, when Lydia was safe and she wasn't working against a power hungry alpha. At this current moment in time, she had to put all her energy into saving the poor girl. That and making herself look more trustworthy. Especially to Stiles. Despite her dislike of him, his opinion of her meant more than she'd have liked to admit.

Allison grabbed her elbow gently before tugging her down another hall, their shoes pounding against tiled floor and making that loud squeaking noise. Both girls, with dark hair trailing behind them and determination speeding through their veins, made a silent agreement before leaving Ms. Morrell's office. They shared a look. A look that said they would be finding Lydia and Stiles as soon as possible, regardless of class.

          So they ran around the school, trying to avoid a certain pair of wolves.

Marley picked up Stiles' voice around the left corner of Beacon Hills High, dragging Allison more toward the annoying, sarcastic boy. They found him in the library. He sat next to Lydia and Jackson, trying to explain a study session in such a confusing way. It made her head hurt.

They sat at one of the back tables, with Jackson and Stiles next to the redhead, and all three looked up at the presence of the two extra girls. Marley didn't miss the way Stiles' lips turned downward, the way Lydia just stared at her, or the way Jackson avoided her gaze completely. Nobody looked at Allison abnormally.