❛ I'm standing here alone. Just need someone to hold. I'd like it if you could just be with me. ❜

SEASON 2, EPISODE 1
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WILLOW HAD BEEN dreading this. School was back in session, Lydia was still missing, and Willow had not talked to Blair about the dance. Instead, she was sitting in Mr. Harris' class, seats reassigned for the beginning of the new semester, and Willow just so happened to be seated next to Blair. She didn't know if it was a middle finger to the face or just a coincidence, but either way, there was no changing it, especially with Harris.

⠀⠀⠀Willow walked to the table toward the side of the room and sat down at her table, taking the seat closest to the wall. She set her binder and textbook next to her and opened her notebook, ready to doodle through Harris' lecture.

⠀⠀⠀Blair walked in a few minutes before the bell, looking over to the board, and frowned when she noticed her name beside Willow's. She turned to look at their table, locking eyes with Willow. Willow smiled awkwardly back at her, giving a little wave while Blair walked over and sat on the stool beside her.

⠀⠀⠀Stiles and Scott walked in next, seeing their names on the board close together. Stiles sitting at the desk behind Scott. They weren't together, but he was still surprised to see it after the last semester, but it was probably intentional so that Harris could whine more about him talking. When he noticed Willow by Blair, he raised his hand, giving her a reassuring thumbs up to tell her it'd be okay.

⠀⠀⠀Willow let out a shaky breath, taking his word for it, and turned to Blair.

⠀⠀⠀"Hey, Blair," she greeted, nervously smiling again. She could feel her hands shaking, so she held them together in her lap.

⠀⠀⠀Blair sighed, "I'm still mad about the dance."

⠀⠀⠀"Understandable," Willow stated, giving her a nod.

⠀⠀⠀Blair didn't speak for a minute, and Willow was willing to leave it at that. Even if she could try to apologize, there wouldn't be a point if she couldn't explain what happened in at least vague enough details. Telling the truth was out of the option, at least for now.

⠀⠀⠀Willow wasn't sure how she could ever tell Blair about the truth to her real self. She knew that one day she'd meet someone who was most likely normal, and Willow would have to tell them that she could use magic and nearly murdered a man once. Then watched as his nephew clawed his throat out to become an Alpha werewolf.

⠀⠀⠀They'd probably go screaming for the hills or not believe her and laugh in her face or kill her the second they had a chance to rid the world of some greater evil.

⠀⠀⠀Willow's head got too full of the worst-case scenarios. She just had to remind herself that her mom could do it when she was younger and so Willow could too one day.

⠀⠀⠀But not today. Today Willow just needed to focus on making amends with Blair one way or another. If that was by giving her space or asking for forgiveness in the same obscure way Scott did, she wasn't sure. So, she kept silent for the time being.

⠀⠀⠀"Although I was thinking about it," Blair suddenly said, there was still some time until the bell rang for them to talk. "With Lydia in the hospital and now running through the woods, you were only trying to help your friend—"

⠀⠀⠀"Lydia's not my friend," Willow corrected her, cutting Blair off and immediately cringed, realizing she had done it without thinking. "Sorry."

⠀⠀⠀"No, it's okay," Blair assured her, waving her hand and nodding. "I know your not, but Stiles is."

⠀⠀⠀Blair let Willow sit with that for a second, feeling guilty that she had put her ex before the girl she was interested in. Willow knew that was not what Blair had intended, but it was how Willow felt.

⠀⠀⠀"And I know you feel like you guys aren't," Blair continued, finally turning to look at Willow. Her baby blue eyes were soft and understanding. But, they were also riddled with disappointment from Willow ditching her without even a text. "But I can see it. And I know, for you, that maybe it's weird since he's your ex, and maybe you feel like being friends with your ex will scare me off, but it won't, I promise."

⠀⠀⠀"We're not even that good of friends," Willow quickly said to her defense. "We just have..."

⠀⠀⠀"Bridgette," Blair said when Willow didn't come up with anything, nodding her head. "I know they're close, but it's okay if you want to hang out with him. I just—I want to give this another chance, and if you do too, then I'd be down to go on a date this weekend."

⠀⠀⠀"You mean that?" Willow asked, grinning ear to ear hearing Blair say that.

⠀⠀⠀"Yeah," Blair nodded with a wide grin back at her. "Do you have a car?"

⠀⠀⠀"No," Willow frowned. "I have my license, and my sister has a car, so I can ask her if I can borrow it."

⠀⠀⠀"Cool," Blair smiled. "If you can, pick me up at seven, Saturday. If not, I'll pick you up at seven."

⠀⠀⠀Willow nodded, "Yeah, that sounds... that sounds good."

⠀⠀⠀The bell rang just as Willow said that with stars in her eyes and warmth in her chest that shattered the second Mr. Harris opened his big, dramatic mouth.

⠀⠀⠀"The bell has rung, students!" he exclaimed, slamming his hands on his desk. "Maybe if you guys were smarter, you'd shut up when it did!"

⠀⠀⠀The class went silent.

⠀⠀⠀"We're starting with," Harris continued, looking over the class with an amused smirk and holding up a stack of papers in his hand. "A pop quiz."

⠀⠀⠀The class groaned at his statement, but it filled Harris with a sense of pleasure as his smile grew. He just loved knowing his class was the worst in the whole school because he believed they were all bad students. But, in reality, he was just a terrible teacher who didn't know how to each and edged closer to psychopathy.

⠀⠀⠀"I know you all do your reading and study every night, so this should be a breeze," Harris continued to patronize them.

⠀⠀⠀Harris walked through the class, handing out a thick packet that looked more like a test than a quiz. Willow glanced over at Blair when he handed it out and rolled her eyes. Blair returned the gesture, and they both turned to their quizzes.

⠀⠀⠀Willow made sure to write her name since she had once been asked to stay behind for forgetting. Then she was stuck listening to Harris' lamenting for too long. She could barely remember, but she remembered that it was agonizing.

⠀⠀⠀"This is a pop quiz, Mr. Stilinski!" Harris exclaimed, not even a minute into the quiz. "If I hear your voice again, I may be tempted to give you detention for the rest of your high school career."

⠀⠀⠀"Can you do that?" Stiles asked, and Willow let out an annoyed breath of air. H had to know that would set Harris off on a tangent.

⠀⠀⠀"Well, there it is again. Your voice," Mr. Harris began. "Triggering the only impulse I've ever had to strike a student repeatedly and violently. I'll see you at 3:00 for detention," he told Stiles, who made a slight noise of annoyance but didn't say anything else.

⠀⠀⠀Scott turned back to look at Stiles, and Harris quickly snapped at him too.

⠀⠀⠀"You, too, McCall?"

⠀⠀⠀"No, sir," Scott said immediately, turning back to the front before he had detention as well.

"IF YOU WANT to go with Scott, do it," Laurel told Willow, slamming her locker door shut and turning to look at her sister with a fire behind her eyes. "But after what happened to Lydia, what happened to you, I'm not doing it anymore, and neither should you."

⠀⠀⠀After chemistry, when Blair had left Willow, Scott had approached her asking if she and her sisters wanted to go with him to check out the Argent funeral. With what Allison said about others coming, Scott was on edge and wanted to scout before any of them were taken off guard.

⠀⠀⠀Now, she had asked Laurel if she wanted to go and seemed to start an argument she didn't intend to get into.

⠀⠀⠀Laurel turned on her heel before Willow could say anything and started to storm away.

⠀⠀⠀"He needs our help," Willow protested, following after her, trying to keep up with her swift pace.

⠀⠀⠀"No, he needed our help," Laurel corrected her sharply. "Now, he has enough control of his powers that he can handle himself. It's too dangerous now. Putting ourselves into the middle of it is only going to get one of us hurt."

⠀⠀⠀"Isn't that what it's about?" Willow asked. "We have something other people don't have. A way to protect them," Willow scoffed.

⠀⠀⠀The two sisters stepped outside of the school. Laurel halted and turned on Willow, keeping both her and the stream of students trying to leave behind in place.

⠀⠀⠀"Willow, you're not listening to me," Laurel seethed, dropping her voice lower like Scott did whenever he was talking about werewolf issues. "You're not a superhero. You're a teenage girl with powers you can barely control. If you keep helping him, you're only going to end up getting yourself killed. I can't help you if that happens... because you'll be dead."

⠀⠀⠀Willow rolled her eyes at her sister's dramatics, noticing Scott standing not far from them with a concerned frown on his face. Most likely eavesdropping.

⠀⠀⠀"I won't, I promise," Willow told Laurel. Her expression stayed ice-cold, so she set her hand on Laurel's arm and smiled. "I have my powers that I do have good enough control of. I knocked Peter out for the count, and Scott is more in control of his own abilities, so even if I do get hurt, he can help. And, Bridgette—"

⠀⠀⠀"Agreed," Laurel snapped, cutting her off. "She doesn't feel like we have any reason to help them."

⠀⠀⠀"Whatever," Willow huffed, crossing her arms and ending the argument. "I'll see you for dinner."

⠀⠀⠀Laurel frowned, both knowing there was no way to get the other to back down. Laurel let out a small sigh and hugged Willow for a moment, then leaned back.

⠀⠀⠀"Stay safe," Laurel told her. "I'll see you later."

⠀⠀⠀Willow nodded, and the sisters separated. Laurel to her car and Willow to Scott.

⠀⠀⠀"Hey," Scott greeted, smiling warily at Willow, then turned to look at Laurel headed in the other direction. "Your sisters not coming?"

⠀⠀⠀"No, just me," Willow stated, shrugging her shoulders and digging her hands into the pockets of her cardigan. "Hope that's okay with you."

⠀⠀⠀"Of course it is," Scott said, smiling softly back at her. "Everything okay, though?"

⠀⠀⠀"Everything's fine," Willow replied with a tired sigh.

⠀⠀⠀They headed off school property, walking toward the funeral home where Kate's would be held. It didn't start for another hour or two, so they had the time to get there by walking and finding a hiding spot.

⠀⠀⠀"I don't really think they'll be helping much anymore," Willow explained after a minute, frowning as she stared down at her shoes, kicking up leaves as she did.

⠀⠀⠀"Why not?" Scott asked, turning over to look at her and shoving his hands in his pockets from the breeze as well.

⠀⠀⠀Willow sighed, running her hand through her hair, and said, "She thinks you have enough control of your powers that you can handle this on your own. She's a little on edge because of formal."

⠀⠀⠀"Can't say I blame her," Scott sighed. "If you don't feel—"

⠀⠀⠀"I feel fine. Stiles and I are safe and alive, and... everything's fine," Willow explained. However, even she could hear the hesitation in her voice. She coughed, trying to clear her throat, then laughed when the tightness didn't escape. "God, I'm fine. I'd rather be helping you and trying to find Lydia over sitting at home and making potions."

⠀⠀⠀Scott nodded and smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes, knowing they both felt the same. Stuck in this but unable to leave, knowing that not doing anything could lead to something neither wanted to bear the burden of.

WILLOW AND SCOTT made it to the funeral home, finding a tall statue uphill from the event. They were close enough to see what was going on, especially Scott with his wolf vision, but far away enough from them that they weren't as noticeable to the crowd. Especially since both had worn more neutral fall colors, so they blended in with the forest behind them.

⠀⠀⠀Kate's casket was outside of the funeral home rather than inside. The family wanted the funeral outdoors in the autumn air rather than the stuffy interior of the building. Willow assumed that it was because she was a hunter, appreciating nature in its finest form. Death.

⠀⠀⠀The family had started to arrive, standing around the rows of chairs covered in green cloth and talking to one another before the proceedings began.

⠀⠀⠀Beyond the family was a streamline of reporters pushed behind a fence to keep them away from the Argents as they mourned. It didn't stop the shouting for comments or flash of cameras as any of them walked in.

⠀⠀⠀Willow noticed one reporter exaggeratedly groaning when she saw him as he lowered his camera from his face.

⠀⠀⠀"What's wrong?" Scott asked her.

⠀⠀⠀Willow pointed down the hill and asked, "Do you see that guy right behind the fence? Shorter than the rest of them and looking like a lost puppy?"

⠀⠀⠀"Yeah."

⠀⠀⠀"That creep used to have a thing for my sister, Bridgette," Willow explained, her lip raising from disgust and her eyebrows furrowed as she continued to stare at him. "He used to follow her home and asked her out all the time. She had just come out, so it was especially weird."

⠀⠀⠀"What happened?" Scott asked, also furrowing his brows, concerned.

⠀⠀⠀"My dad threatened him when he caught the guy outside of our house one night," Willow stated. "I don't think he would've been so scared if my dad hadn't broken off the rearview mirror of his car."

⠀⠀⠀Scott's eyes widened into plates as he nodded, slightly impressed.

⠀⠀⠀"Remind me not to get on your dad's bad side," Scott told her, returning his gaze to the Argents.

⠀⠀⠀Willow nodded, "Noted."

⠀⠀⠀They both watched as an older man passed through the blockade and snagged the camera from the stalker's hands. The man rotated it around, looking at it curiously as he spoke to the stalker...

⠀⠀⠀What was his name? ... Matt! That was his name!

⠀⠀⠀The old man looked ready to snap the camera in half but instead pulled the SD card and broke that in half instead, handing the camera back to Matt and returning to his family. Scott continued to watch the man, but Willow's eyes had been attracted to something else.

⠀⠀⠀Moving through the crowd and toward the funeral were Blair, Dillon, and who Willow assumed were her parents dressed in black.

⠀⠀⠀"Is that Blair?" Willow asked, resting her hand on Scott's shoulder to keep herself steady as she moved a bit forward to get a better look.

⠀⠀⠀Scott turned to see where she was looking and nodded his head. They watched Blair and Dillon greet Allison with small smiles. The parents doing the same with Allison's parents.

⠀⠀⠀"Allison told me a while ago that her mom and Blair's used to live in Massachusetts together. They grew up together and stayed close friends since," Scott explained to Willow, looking over to her with a slight frown. "When they moved here, it was a surprise to both moms when they ran into each other."

⠀⠀⠀Willow nodded her head, narrowing her eyes slightly as she pondered what Scott said.

⠀⠀⠀"She isn't—?"

⠀⠀⠀"I'll ask Allison," Scott assured her.

⠀⠀⠀Willow nodded just as Stiles skidded in behind them, using Willow to steady himself as he looked past them to the funeral.

⠀⠀⠀"Who the hell is that?" he asked, his eyes first darting to the old man who had started talking to Allison now that Blair and Dillon had gone to greet more family with their parents.

⠀⠀⠀The old man suddenly snapped his head in their direction, the three jumping behind the statue and praying he hadn't seen them.

⠀⠀⠀"He's definitely an Argent," Scott muttered, closing his eyes as he panted before turning back around to look.

⠀⠀⠀"Is that your girlfriend?" Stiles asked Willow when he, too, looked back at the funeral.

⠀⠀⠀"Not my girlfriend," Willow told him quickly. "But yes."

⠀⠀⠀"Scott said you guys were going on a date this weekend," Stiles muttered in defense, raising his hands.

⠀⠀⠀"I knew you eavesdropped on me," Willow scolded Scott, and he cringed in reply.

⠀⠀⠀"I can't help it," Scott told her innocently, turning back to give her a similarly innocent smile.

⠀⠀⠀"Can't help it, my ass," Willow muttered. "I need to start talking to my sisters in Latin so you can't figure out what we're saying."

⠀⠀⠀"I don't listen to your conversations with your sisters," Scott stated, but the glare Willow was giving him told her all she needed to know as he backed down and turned away.

⠀⠀⠀"You're not subtle, McCall," Willow told him through her teeth. "I could see you focusing when I was talking to Laurel earlier."

⠀⠀⠀Scott waved his hand back at her, not moving to reply. Willow let it go as the old man sat down in his seat, and Allison turned in their direction. Scott waved to her, and she smiled back at them, looking relieved to know they were there.

⠀⠀⠀"Hey, you know, maybe they're just here for the funeral," Stiles said, trying to lift the tension between them. "I mean, what if they're the non-hunting side of the family. There could be non-hunting Argents. It's possible, right? And, Blair and Dillon are there, so..."

⠀⠀⠀"I know what they are," Scott sighed. "They're reinforcements."

⠀⠀⠀"We don't know that yet," Willow stated with a frown.

⠀⠀⠀Scott turned to look back at her, shaking his head.

⠀⠀⠀"No, not them, just the Argents."

⠀⠀⠀There was a second of silence between them, and then Stiles and Scott had suddenly vanished from Willow's sides. She stood, turning to look behind her with wide eyes as Mr. Stilinski loomed over them, holding the boys up by their necks and glaring between them.

⠀⠀⠀"The three of you, unbelievable," Mr. Stilinski said through grit teeth. "Pick up my tie," he told Stiles. "Let's go," he hissed at them and dragged them towards his car.

⠀⠀⠀"Got it. Sorry," Stiles muttered. "I know, I'm supposed to ask."

⠀⠀⠀Stiles was forced between Willow and Scott in the back seat. His dad was more concerned with the fact they were spying on a funeral rather than Stiles' comfort.

⠀⠀⠀"4-1-5 Adam," one of the officers called over the radio.

⠀⠀⠀"I didn't copy that," Mr. Stilinski replied. "Did you say 4-1-5 Adam?"

⠀⠀⠀"Disturbance in a car," Stiles whispered to the two with an excited smile.

⠀⠀⠀"They were taking a heart attack victim—D.O.A., but on the way to the hospital, something hit 'em."

⠀⠀⠀"What—Hit the ambulance?" Mr. Stilinski asked, put off by the call.

⠀⠀⠀Stiles started to lean forward, thinking over what his dad and the officer were saying. The cogs in his mind reeling to the point both Willow and Scott could see him putting the pieces together.

⠀⠀⠀"Copy that. I'm standing in front of it right now. Something got in the back. There's blood everywhere, and I mean everywhere."

⠀⠀⠀"Alright, Unit 4, what's your twenty?" Mr. Stilinski asked.

⠀⠀⠀"Route 5 and post."

⠀⠀⠀Stiles ran the streets through his mind then turned to Willow. He looked at her pointedly, then the lock on the door, then back to her. Willow nodded, understanding what they meant, and turned to the door. She glanced at Stilinski to make sure he wasn't looking, then muttered the unlocking spell under her breath. It popped open, and the three were rushing out of the car before Stiles' dad could even notice they were gone.

THE THREE MADE it to the ambulance a little after nightfall. The three walked on their toes through the trees not far from the ambulance and walked until they could get a good look inside to see the damage they could only assume Lydia had caused. Finally, they stopped behind a fallen tree. The ambulance's interior was LED white with the body of a man inside. Blood smeared over his body, the inside of the walls, and even the doors leading out.

⠀⠀⠀"What the hell is Lydia doing?" Stiles sighed.

⠀⠀⠀"I don't know," Scott muttered.

⠀⠀⠀"What kept you from doing that?" Willow asked, glancing at Scott. "Was it Allison?"

⠀⠀⠀"I hope so," Scott muttered.

⠀⠀⠀"Do you need to get closer?" Stiles asked.

⠀⠀⠀Scott paused, sniffing the air, then shook his head.

⠀⠀⠀"No, I got it," he told them.

⠀⠀⠀Stiles turned to Scott, placing his hand on his best friend's shoulder, and stared at him with a crestfallen expression.

⠀⠀⠀"Just... I need you to find her. All right?" Stiles asked him. His voice nearly broke from all the pent-up emotions from having to act like everything was okay these past few days with her gone.

⠀⠀⠀"I will," Scott assured him before sprinting into the woods, leaving Willow and Stiles behind.

⠀⠀⠀Stiles glanced over at Willow once Stiles was gone, her nails pressing into her palms and her jaw clenched.

⠀⠀⠀"Sorry," he muttered.

⠀⠀⠀Willow looked over at him, confused, then realized what she was doing.

⠀⠀⠀"You're not my boyfriend," Willow told him, for herself this time more than for him. "And even if you were, you're allowed to care about your friends... or, y'know."

⠀⠀⠀"I know, but—"

⠀⠀⠀"Stiles, it's fine," Willow told him, turning to look at him, determined for him to know they were okay. "We're friends, I guess. I have Blair, and you have... whatever it is between you and Lydia."

⠀⠀⠀"Is this the talk?" Stiles asked, raising his eyebrow. "We yell at each other in a Macy's bathroom and then just put it behind us like it never happened?"

⠀⠀⠀"What? You want to fight it out?" Willow retorted, slightly amused as well by the quick turnaround. "I'm more than happy to get into it, tell you all about how I'm feeling and—"

⠀⠀⠀"No, no, I'm good," Stiles conceded, holding his hands up. "But, I still think—"

⠀⠀⠀"Are you two serious?" Mr. Stilinski interrupted the two, making them jump. "Where's Scott?"

⠀⠀⠀"He's at home," Stiles said quickly, turning to look at his dad.

⠀⠀⠀"You're really trying to pull this again?" Mr. Stilinski asked, frowning.

⠀⠀⠀"Well, he had to get home because his mom called, so we dropped him off and came here because, uh, because—" Willow tried to explain but faltered. She turned to Stiles, who looked back at her with wide eyes. "Sorry, I'm pulling a Jackson," she whispered shouted to him.

⠀⠀⠀"Get the hell up," Mr. Stilinski hissed at the two, and they did as he said, standing to their feet and sulking over to the crime scene. As they walked over and toward Mr. Stilinski's car once again, he was giving the two a lecture on teenagers not seeing the disturbing behind-the-scenes of a police investigation. It would mess with their heads, but Willow thought she had seen worse that messed with her head.

⠀⠀⠀"Lydia?" Stiles asked in the middle of his dad talking.

⠀⠀⠀Willow turned to look at him with a frown, not fully comprehending what he said until she looked past his dad and toward the woods.

⠀⠀⠀"Lydia?" Stiles shouted again.

⠀⠀⠀Lydia shakily edged out of the woods, her eyes moving in jittery succession from one side to the other and her whole body seemed to move awkwardly.

⠀⠀⠀"Lydia!"

⠀⠀⠀Lydia finally looked up at them, her green eyes staying on them, and only stared. There was no emotion other than vague panic and shock on her face. She was fully exposed, covered only by her arms over her chest as everyone in the vicinity stared at the teenage girl.

⠀⠀⠀"Well," Lydia said shakily, her eyes beginning to water as she threw her hands out to her sides in exasperation. "Is anyone gonna get me a coat?"

⠀⠀⠀Stiles' hands were on his dad's shoulders in a second, trying to pull his coat off of him, then gave up. He tried to walk past him but ended up tripping over his own feet and falling flat on his face.

⠀⠀⠀"Jesus," Mr. Stilinski muttered, taking his coat off. "Yup, here you go!"

⠀⠀⠀Willow squatted down in front of Stiles, smirking as he groaned in pain. Then, knowing that Lydia was safe with Mr. Stilinski for the time being, she took the opportunity to tease Stiles as he looked up at her, embarrassed over what he had just done.

⠀⠀⠀"You act like you've never seen a naked girl before, Stilinski," Willow commented, her smirk growing wider as he glared at her.

⠀⠀⠀"Shut up, Gallagher," he muttered, pulling himself up to sit on the ground, rubbing his head in pain. "It's not like we did anything."

⠀⠀⠀"Willow," Mr. Stilinski called behind them. Willow stood then turned to look at him with Stiles following after her. "Can I ask you a favor?"

⠀⠀⠀"Sure, anything I can do," Willow replied with a smile.

⠀⠀⠀"I'd feel more comfortable if I had someone, especially a woman, to accompany me in dropping off Ms. Martin. Since she's underage and nearly naked," he explained.

⠀⠀⠀"Of course, I don't mind," Willow assured him with a slight nod.

⠀⠀⠀"Did you bring your car, Stiles?" Mr. Stilinski asked his son, turning to him next.

⠀⠀⠀"Yeah," Stiles said.

⠀⠀⠀"Need me to drive you to it?"

⠀⠀⠀"If you don't mind."

⠀⠀⠀They started heading for the cop car, Mr. Stilinski quickly turning to Stiles and pointing at him accusingly.

⠀⠀⠀"You're sitting in the front seat."

⠀⠀⠀Stiles dramatically threw his hands out to his sides, appalled that his dad would even think of him in that way, but didn't argue with him. Instead, only followed what he said, heading for the front seat.

⠀⠀⠀Willow sat in the back with Lydia. She was still shaking, her hands gripping tightly onto the sleeves of the coat she had been given.

⠀⠀⠀"Hey," Willow whispered in greeting, then pulled off the cardigan she had been wearing and held it out to Lydia.

⠀⠀⠀"Hello," Lydia replied hesitantly, eyeing Willow from the corner of her eye. Her voice was still scratchy from being out in the woods. Lydia glanced at the cardigan, sighed like she was disappointed in Willow's fashion sense (as Lydia did, which reassured Willow that Lydia was getting back to herself rather than upset her), and took it. "Thank you," she muttered.

⠀⠀⠀Lydia placed the cardigan over her bare legs and turned to Willow with a barely-there smile. Willow returned it.

⠀⠀⠀"Alright, we're dropping off Stiles at his car, and then I'll be taking you home, Ms. Martin," Mr. Stilinski explained to her.

⠀⠀⠀"Okay," Lydia replied, turning to look out the window.

⠀⠀⠀Sometime between Stiles being dropped off at his car and Mr. Stilinski heading toward the Martin's home, Lydia's hand had wrapped into Willow's and held it in a bone-crushing grip.

⠀⠀⠀Willow didn't point it out by turning toward her, and neither did Lydia.

AUTHOR'S NOTE —

I can sense the comments already and no, Willow does not die at the end of this book. I don't like killing off my characters because it makes me sad. Also, it's just not my fave thing to do when they're the main character. Y'know?

I'm curious to see if you guys have any theories though so comment here if you do and I'll probably add this to all my chapters because I like to see how different your perspective is without knowing what's going to happen to mine that does know what will happen. I will only respond with frog sipping tea.

SONG: asking for a friend by mxmtoon

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