How hard could it be? • LM / SS

Chapter 5

                 "Can we just be honest?"

"Thank god we have most of our classes together," Allison let out a relived sigh, letting her books tumble into her bag. French and history had went by in a blur, homework being set in bulks. Her and Jade had both of those lessons together, which took the pressure off having to introduce herself to her peers, who seemed judgemental, to say the least. Both of their lockers were coincidentally beside each other, meaning they had time to get over the awkward opening stage when you just met someone for the first time.

"It'll be good to have someone we know," Jade smiled softly, sellotaping a polaroid picture of her mom to the door of her locker.

It felt weird to be talking to someone this easily, without an odd heaviness hanging over her shoulders, as if the interaction was supposed to be forced. Back in their old school in Florida, she hadn't really had many friends, if she was being completely honest. Or anyone that could tolerate her, for that matter. Human interaction came easier for Max, her brother getting along with practically anything that had a pulse.

It didn't bother her too much; she was perfectly content enough reading a book in the school bathrooms. She wasn't necessarily a loner— she preferred to refer to it as keeping her circle of friends small.

The two girls had been asking each other questions back and forth for the majority of the day, in between classes and also in classes when the teachers back was turned. It was fun getting to know each other; like how Jade dyed her hair pink every few months when she got bored and how Allison's favourite ice-cream was honeycomb. Or how Jade had had her favourite candle for the last six months and refused to burn it because it was "too good to waste." Or how Allison loved thrift stores, buying most of her clothes from them.

Jade snapped out of whatever daydream she was in, noticing how quiet the hallway had fell, but Allison's attention was elsewhere. She was smiling sweetly at someone behind the blonde, her perfectly white teeth on display. A childish grin played back on Scott's lips, trying to ignore the amusement in Stiles and Max's eyes, the wheels in their head clearly working in overdrive.

Jade arched an eyebrow, his face brightening pink when he noticed she had been watching the scene unfold, the best entertainment she had received in weeks. Well, she had some new ammunition to tease him with, which was always great fun.

"That jacket is absolutely killer. Where'd you get it?" a confident but disembodied voice asked, words honeyed in a bear trap that was set to catch Allison, directing her into her clique. Her bag smacked Jade in the stomach as she moved to stand in front of the brunette, forcing her to look nowhere else.

Jade smirked to herself, knowing exactly who that voice belonged to. It was kind of hard not to remember it; the distinct sweetness that used flattery as a way to get what she wanted, yet the venom that she spat when she wanted to hurt someone. Besides, how could she forget the strawberry blonde hair that always shimmered in the sunlight, signalling her out from the crowd.

Lydia Martin.

She leaned against her locker, waiting for the it girl of Beacon Hills to acknowledge her presence.

"Oh, my mom was a buyer for a boutique back in San Francisco," Allison smiled awkwardly, hand twiddling with the charm on her necklace.

"And you are my new best friend!" Lydia feigned a laugh, pointing a freshly manicured finger in the girl's face.

Allison looked helplessly to Jade, trying to communicate with her eyes, hoping the girl could come up with a way to get her out of the uncomfortable situation. With the limelight being stripped away from Lydia, her attention was dragged to the other person beside her. God forbid she wasn't the centre of attention for less than a minute. Her emerald eyes narrowed into slits, looking as if she had been slapped square across the face.