How hard could it be? • LM / SS

Chapter 37

"All eyes on me
in the centre of a ring
just like a circus"

"You really don't remember anything?" Jade asked.

Lydia shook her head. "They said it was a fugue state, which is basically a way of saying, 'we have no idea why you can't remember running through the woods naked for two days!' But personally, I don't care. I lost nine pounds!" she exclaimed.

Jade and Allison laughed at their friend. They thought she would be way more effected by the situation. But then again, maybe she wasn't letting on how effected she actually was.

"Are you ready for this?" Allison asked, concern slightly lacing her tone.

"Please. It's not as if my aunt's a serial killer," Lydia bluntly said. She pushed the door open while the other two girls stood dumbfounded. Why would she say that, especially right to her face.

"Ignore her," Jade stated, rolling her eyes. Allison nodded, the two following after the strawberry blonde. Jade needed to give their friend some lessons on how to not say every thought that popped into your head.

Lydia was stood, eyes wide, in the middle of the corridor. All eyes were on the group. Or rather, all eyes were on Lydia. She clenched her jaw, her gaze dropping to the floor.

"Maybe it's the nine pounds?" Allison suggested. Jade's phone beeped as Lydia flicked her hair and strutted off down the hallway. "You coming?"

Jade was staring at the message, her eyebrows furrowed. "Uh- I have a free class now, so I'm just gonna go and watch the lacrosse practice. See you in French," she replied, sending the brunette a small smile. But her heart was beating faster and faster at the writing on her phone.

From Evil Twin: Meet us at lacrosse field. There's another werewolf here.

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"What the actual hell?" Jade hissed, taking a seat on the bleachers next to her brother.

"Don't even go there," he replied, sighing. Coach blew his whistle as practice started. "If you think you know who it is, please try and control their powers so they don't kill everyone. Stiles said he has a plan for Scott to figure out who it is," he explained.

"Why don't I just check their auras?" she questioned. It seemed like a much easier idea.

"Hm, I don't know. Maybe because if people see your eyes glowing purple they're going to be slightly concerned," he whispered sarcastically.

"Fine! It was just a suggestion! Why's Scott in goal?" she asked. Scott was never goalkeeper. In fact, his exact words to her once were, 'I would rather get my arm cemented into the ground then play in goal.'

As the first player ran forward, Scott ran out of the goal. The two boys collided, hitting the floor with a groan. Scott then started to smell the person. "I'm actually gonna throw myself down a flight of stairs," Max stated, head in his hands.

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"You are joking," Jade said. Isaac ran towards the goal as Scott ran forward. But this time, instead of the two boys colliding (like what had happened the last three times), they landed on their knees, staring each other down.

Coach blew his whistle again, as the sheriff and three deputy's headed towards the field. This couldn't be good.

Isaac got pulled to the side as Coach called for practice to be halted. Jade and Max made their way to the field, where Scott and Stiles were standing.