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two: look into his angel eyes

Rowan could never really remember when she became friends with Lydia Martin.

What she remembered was how.

It was freshman year, Rowan had been waiting by her lockers for the boys to finish lacrosse practice when a few senior basketballers approached her and tried asking her out.

No matter how hard Rowan ignored or rejected them they kept coming closer and closer to her and just as Rowan was about to knee them in the balls, Lydia Martin in all her glory appeared behind them and gave them both a quick slap.

Rowan watched in awe as little Lydia insulted them till they scampered off. Lydia then turned to Rowan and smirked.

"I love your red jacket, where did you get it."

And they had been friends ever since.

Which explained why Rowan decided to carpool with Lydia and Allison to school that morning and not with the boys so she could keep a closer eye on the strawberry blonde.

"You don't remember anything?" Allison asked as the three girls walked slowly up the steps. Rowan stood on Allison's left wearing jeans, a graphic tee with some band on it tied so it was a crop, a blue and white flannel tied around her waist, and of course her red leather jacket.

"They called it a fugue state which is basically a way of saying "we have no idea why you can't remember running around the woods naked for two days'' but personally I don't care, I lost nine pounds," Lydia smirked confidently as they finally made it to the doors.

Rowan and Allison exchanged uneasy glances before they turned back to Lydia with concerned eyes.

"Are you ready for this? You could still take a few more days off if you need to." Rowan frowned.

"She's right, you don't have to come back so soon Lydia," Allison added.

"Please, it's not like my aunts' a serial killer," Lydia whispered dramatically before she sent both girls a smile and stepped through the doors.

Both girls glanced at each other with amused smiles before they entered the school as well, only to be met with a wide-eyed frozen Lydia and the entire student body frozen in place as they stared at her.

Rowan instantly grew annoyed at their stares as Allison whispered "maybe it's the nine pounds"

Rowan rolled her eyes when no one moved, "SCRAM!" she yelled at the students fiercely and they instantly scattered all over the place, in fear of what Rowan could do.

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Rowan always watched the boys at lacrosse practice.

It didn't matter that they sucked or even if it was just for a short while, Rowan always made it a thing to watch the boys play whenever they had practice or a game.

It became a habit over time and hence Rowan sat on the bleachers, her camera in hand and journal in her lap.

That was something about Rowan people never understood.

How could this intimidating fearsome girl have photography and writing as a hobby?

Rowan didn't know either.

But photography had been something she loved doing since she was a kid and her mom gave her a small camera for her 4th birthday.

When Rowan wrote, she didn't write stories not really. The girl would get sudden thoughts during the day and somehow turn them into poem-like words.

She was no poet but she could twist words in a beautiful way that would give Apollo a run for his money.

Rowan snapped a quick picture of the field and looked down at the picture with a smile while Scott and Stiles continued to talk.