Chapter 7

"Teenage drama"

"Well, that was… interesting," were the first words Isaac spoke. It took them a few minutes to recover from the last events.

"Yeah, you could say that," joked Stiles, blinking rapidly. "I still can't believe everything she said… and, for that matter, I didn't understand a big part of it," he finished, throwing curious looks to Isaac and Scott.

All three of them were lost. It was a lot to think, to decide and for the most part, they were alone in it.

"What do we do now?" asked Isaac, looking at Scott. Stiles did the same, and now both of them were waiting for Scott to say something.

"Why are you looking at me?" he asked.

"Are you kidding me? She was watching you the whole time she was speaking!" explained Isaac.

"When she wasn't throwing daggers at you," commented Stiles, amused, at which Isaac rolled his eyes.

"I really don't know, guys," said Scott, exhaling loudly.

Stiles looked at his friend and saw how lost he was. He knew him better than anyone else, that's why he decided to move the conversation in other direction. They won't decide anything right now, that's for sure.

"What the hell is a genetic alpha?" asked Stiles.

"I thought it was only me who heard it," said Scott. "This just gets weirder and weirder," he commented.

"We need help, cause from what I'm seeing, we're out of luck with this one. Maybe we should talk to Derek…he can know about it," reasoned Isaac.

"Or not," argued him an annoyed Stiles. "I have a better idea," he said.

Isaac knew where this was coming from, he knew that Scott and Stiles weren't Derek's fans, but he trusted him. Derek was his alpha and even though he doesn't always understand Derek's actions, he will support him anyway.

"We should talk to Deaton," finished Stiles.

Both, Scott and Isaac looked at him. "That could be the best idea I've heard the whole evening," said Isaac. Scott just nodded.

He trusted Derek, but when it came to situations like this, Scott preferred to think everything through, then talk to the alpha. He was known on many occasions to act too impulsive and with the last events it was a big mistake. They were already in danger, and they didn't need another body or another enemy on their tails. Hell knows how they are going to survive this.

"I don't know about you, guys, but I believe her," spoke Isaac.

He spoke really low, but Scott realized he meant it. And he believed him. Isaac was the only one who knew she was a werewolf and he was right. How he did it, they had no idea, but the fact is, Isaac felt something that none of them was able to.

"I can't explain it, but I know she says the truth," he continued.

"I listened to her heartbeat too," nodded Scott, but Isaac shook his head.

"No, not that. I just … know. It's difficult to explain, like I said. That kind of feeling I had the first time I saw her," he said, quietly.

'Why the hell does he have those feelings?' asked himself Scott.

Flipping her strawberry blonde hair to the side, she walked the school hall like she owned it. What the hell, she totally did. She nodded to a few of her classmates who weren't so pathetic to make her ignore them. Most of them, of course, weren't even in her mind. She really didn't have time for them. Getting closer to her locker, her eyes scanned the entire hall.

Then Lydia saw them. The first thing that stopped her look was the girl's red hair. She knew her, the whole male population was talking about her. The 'get-lost-girl' they called her. Of course, she wasn't bothered by it, they always get bored pretty quick of "fresh meat" and go back to worshiping the ground she walked on. But this time, it wasn't that. She saw Scott a few steps from the read head. He was looking at her, pretty intense. And, the worst part is, she was giving him the same look.

There was totally something she didn't know and she didn't like it.

She needed to find Allison. Quick.

As on cue, her best friend approached her, wearing a smile on her face. 'Well, this day is going to become a little disturbing for her,' thought Lydia and looked again at Scott and the new girl. She gasped silently. They were already gone. 'Great,' she repeated Isaac's favourite expression.

She chased away the thoughts about knowing Lahey's favourite expression and, in general, the fact that she was actually friends with them. She looked around again, but she still hasn't seen them.

"Hey," spoke Allison, smiling to her.

"Hey yourself," replied Lydia and closed her locker. Allison frowned.

"What's wrong?" she asked, concerned.

"Why do you think something's wrong?" replied Lydia, too quick.

Allison arched a brow. "For a fact, you reacted too quickly. And… I do know your "I need to tell you something but don't know how" closing of your locker. So... spill."

Lydia looked at her best friend, amazed at how easy she could read her. It suddenly became even harder to say something.

"I'm not sure… maybe it's nothing," spoke Allison, entering the class.

"Do you hear yourself? If you doubt it, then there is something going on, Allison!" argued Lydia.

Allison took her seat, chewing her lip. She really had no idea what to do in this situation.

She and Scott... they were in a strange place – she didn't know what they were. She saw his glances, she threw them too. But he kept his distance, just like he promised. He missed him. A lot, actually. But she knew him, his words meant something – he wasn't the one to back away on his promises.

But what if Lydia is right? What if there really is something new in his life … meaning someone new. She shuddered. She supposed it was true, you don't know how much you value someone, until it's too late. She needed to know… was it?

"After class," she whispered to her friend and took her seat.

The day was full of surprises. And when Leyla got trapped in the bathroom with Lydia Martin and Allison Argent… well, let's just say that she expected it, in a way, but certainly not so soon.

"Can I help you?" she asked, pretending not to understand what it was all about.

Truth be told, she knew it would happen. Their glances with McCall were far too obvious. And of course, anyone could have mistaken them for something else. But she didn't want any part in it, so she needed to show everyone she's not interested.

"That's what we should ask you," replied Lydia.

Allison was near her, looking questioningly at her. Leyla arched a brow at Lydia, not liking her tone. "Really? Why is that?" she asked, understanding fully that she'll need to defend herself.

"You tell me… and lose the tone, if …"

Suddenly, she was stopped.

"Lydia," spoke Allison and turned back to Leyla. "We just need to know, what's going on between you and Scott?"

Leyla never showed any emotion on her face. "The girl is so in love with him" she thought. She had an urge to leave her with the impression that there is something going on between her and McCall. She knew that they were broken up from Ryan, who gave her all the information. For Leyla, that was cruel, letting him hanging like that, but it wasn't her place to say something. She wasn't one made for love and she had no right to judge someone else, even though she thought Allison needed a little push. So, deciding against playing mind games, she said:

"Now I get it," she smirked, looking at both girls. "Darling," she addressed Lydia, "you don't tell me what to do."

"Listen," she turned back to Allison, before Lydia said something to her and they got in a fight. "I'm not interested in McCall, Stilinski or somebody else for that matter. You can sleep tight and spare me the teenage drama. I'm here for something else and it's sure as hell ain't silly teenage relationships."

She let the girls process the word that came out of her mouth and started walking away, but Allison's words stopped her.

"Why are you here, then?" she asked.

She stayed silent for a few moments, deciding what to say or if she should say something at all.

"None of your business, really," finally said Leyla and exited the bathroom.

"What the hell was that?" asked Lydia, confused.

"The biggest question of the day," commented Allison.