𝟏𝟑 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒔

✯☾✯

𝑶𝒏 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒅𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝑩𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒏 𝑯𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒔, numerous cars skidded and sped round a corner. They were following a certain Derek Hale, wanted for a murder that three officious teenagers had accused him of. He sprinted down an alley way, despite his werewolf abilities, he was finding it exceptionally hard to keep ahead of the county sheriff cars trailing him.

Out of nowhere, a third car drove in front of him. Derek veered to a halt, sliding across the course concrete before pushing himself up and sprinting in a new direction. It seemed the man was being hunted by more than one group of people.

The Argents were the second gathering trying to capture the wolf that night.

"He's on foot, just ran into the iron works." Chris informed Kate from behind the wheel.

"Wait, wait. Did you say on foot?" Kate asked over the phone line, she was struggling to keep her pace at the rate the car she was chasing was driving.

"Yeah, into the iron works."

"Running?"

"Yes, running!"

Chris wearily hung up the phone while Kate glared uncomprehendingly at the vehicle before her.

"If he's on foot then who the hell is driving this car?"

Inside the car Kate Argent was tracking were three wild kids who were waist high in a shit ton of trouble. Driving erratically was Scott McCall, the shotgun seat held Stiles Stilinski and in the back was Lizzie Brown.

The high-speed car chase had been used as a decoy to help Derek escape his predators and Lizzie was loving it. Although they were in mountains of danger, a strong smile never left her face as they sped through the night. Her breaking bad dreams were finally coming true.

"Faster?" Scott asked the other two sat in the car, his eyes set firmly on the road in front of him and his sweaty hands gripped to the steering wheel. Stiles looked back through the rear window. Kate was gaining on them.

"Much faster." Stiles urged. Scott slammed his foot down harder on the accelerator and the wheels of the car groaned when they were forced to speed up. The engine roared and dust was left blowing in the wind as the cars whizzed through the sleeping town.

After a while of driving Scott seemed to be slowing down. Stiles turned back again to assess the proximity between them and the female hunter.

"Hey, Scott, I don't think you're grasping the concept of the car chase here."

"If I go faster, I'll kill us." Scott worried.

"Well if you don't go faster, they're gonna kill us." Stiles hollered back.

Lizzie clicked her tongue and rolled her eyes playfully from the backseat. "I told you. You should've just let me drive. I have much more car chase knowledge than any of you."

Scott pressed as hard as he could on the accelerator and the tires screeched resignedly against the road.

Looking back a third time, Stiles felt a weight lifted off his chest. "They're gone."

Lizzie and Scott breathed out a sigh of blessed relief although Lizzie was quite sad it was over. The accelerating feeling gradually started to leave her stomach.

Stiles pressed a button on the walkie talkie he'd stolen and it crackled before releasing his dad's voice. "All units, suspect is on foot heading into the iron works."

Scott swerved the car back round and headed in the direction Derek supposedly was.

And they only just arrived on time. When they sped down an abandoned alleyway the first thing they saw was a cowered Derek who was covering himself from Chris Argent's arrows. The car swung by the man and he leapt into a run towards it whilst the hunter produced his machine gun. Merciless fires rang through the air as Derek hobbled himself in the car and it raced off the opposite way it came.

Derek practically fell headfirst into Lizzie's lap, not that she was complaining. The man lifted his head to greet her.

"Hey, how you doing?" He asked so normally despite the incredibly awkward situation in which he was literally smothering the girl.

"Oh hello, fancy seeing you here. I'm fine thanks for asking." Lizzie replied, looking down at the wolf and keeping up the routine.

"What part of laying low don't you understand?" Scott suddenly yelled.

"I had him!" Derek shouted back, pushing up from Lizzie's lap and all forms of mortification were lost.

"Who, the Alpha?" Stiles twisted his head around to get a better view of the back.

"Yes! He was right in front of me, and the freaking police showed up." Derek internally cursed himself. The wrath in his eyes was illuminated by the streetlights that were passed as Scott rushed through the streets.

"Hey, they're just doing their jobs-" Stiles defended given one of the cops that was chasing Derek was his own father.

Derek sent the boy a warning glare before snapping back, "Yeah, thanks to someone who decided to make me the most wanted fugitive in the entire state."

"Can we seriously get past that?" Scott exclaimed. "I made a dumbass mistake. I get it."

"All right!" The Stilinski boy cut in. "How did you find him?"

Derek scoffed and turned himself away from the boys, refusing to tell them anything.

"Can you try to trust us for at least half a second?"

When Derek refused to open his mouth again, the teens turned to Lizzie.

"Come on, Der,"

The man glowered at the nickname.

"Der- Derek, I wasn't gonna call you that, you just didn't let me finish." Lizzie covered up although she was slightly disappointed she couldn't use her name.

"You've got to trust us if we're gonna help you. You can like whisper it in my ear. I have been told by many people that I'm a great secret keeper."

"No you're not." Stiles unnecessarily pointed out and Lizzie punched him in the shoulder before turning back to Derek.

"I am a great secret keeper."

Derek rolled his eyes and sighed. "Look, the last time I talked to my sister she was close to figuring something out. She found two things. The first was a guy named Harris."

"No way! Mr Harris? Holy mother fucking shit, I always knew that man was sketchy. I knew it." Lizzie spoke animatedly, giving herself a subtle pat on the back.

"Why him?" Scott questioned.

"I don't know yet."

"What's the second?"

Derek took out a piece of folded up paper from his pocket. There was a drawing on it that was similar to the Gryffindor house emblem. "Some kind of symbol."

Scott groaned and shook his head when he realised what it was.

"What? You know what this is?" Derek demanded.

"I've seen it on a necklace." Scott informed the three others in the car but he was reluctant to speak his next words.

"Allison's necklace."

✯☾✯

"For you." Lizzie cheerily offered as she approached Isaac by his locker. In her hand was a handful of white daisies. The pretty blooms seemed to match both the girl's construct and her outfit. She'd picked a pale pink and white puff-sleeved crêped dress with black loafers and white knee-high socks. Around her neck was her mother's necklace. Her hair was pulled half up and half down with a silver bobby pin.

"M-me?" Isaac asked, making sure she was actually talking to him and also taking the time to inspect the gift she held out to him.

Lizzie nodded and pressed the cluster into Isaac's own hands. "I took a detour through the woods this morning and I picked these. For you."

Isaac glanced between the flowers and the girl, his face warm and blushed, then he opened his fists so he could take them. He admired them for a bit. Although they were a bit dishevelled, he still sought out the beauty in them that occurred in more forms than one.

"I- thank you. They're n-nice." He stuttered, unsure what to do. What are you meant to do when the girl you like gives you flowers?

Lizzie smiled a smile that Isaac adored. "Have a nice day." She said and then spun round on her heel, joining Stiles and Scott at the end of the hallway. Isaac watched her walk away, a small bounce in her step. Not as big as when he first met her but it was still evident.

He turned back to his open locker and carefully placed the precious flowers on the bottom shelf. He could feel a warm loving flow creep up his heart, filling it to the brim.

Across the hallway, Scott and Stiles were completely freaking out after Scott's unsettling encounter with Jackson Whittemore.

"Did he say it out loud? The word?"

Scott paused for a second to reach out towards Lizzie who was walking towards them. He grabbed her arm and spun her around so she began walking the way she came alongside them.

"What word?" Scott continued the conversation, his grip still held on Lizzie so she didn't lag behind or bump into anyone, things she was often prone to do.

"Werewolf. Did he say, 'I know you're a werewolf'?" Stiles clarified and Scott hushed his volume.

"Woah, woah. Hold on a sec- what are we talking about here?" Lizzie asked.

"Jackson knows I'm a werewolf." Scott explained.

"Jackson?" Lizzie shrieked a little too loudly.

"Oh my god, shut up."

"Sorry. Jackson?" The girl lowered her voice.

"Yeah but we don't actually know he knows yet."

"But he implied it pretty freaking clearly." Scott hissed. Stiles sighed tiredly and held to back of his hand to his mouth.

"Okay, maybe it's not as bad as it seems. I mean he doesn't have any proof, right? And if he wanted to tell someone, who's gonna believe him anyway?" Stiles positively optimised.

"Yeah he's a lying jerk and people only pretend to like because they're scared of him." Lizzie added taking the opportunity to take a jab at the Whittemore boy.

"How about Allison's father?" Scott whispered. He threw his arms up in despair.

"Ah shit."

"Okay, it's bad."

"I need a cure. Right now." Scott said.

"Does he know about Allison's father?" Stiles queried but Scott didn't have an answer.

"What about Derek?" Lizzie asked and the boys looked at her curiously. "Well, where is he?"

"Hiding like we told him to." Scott reminded her.

"Well what if we get Derek to scare the shit out of him, threaten him and maybe throw in a beat up to get his point across. And then, perhaps he'll drop it."

"Lizzie, I'm so proud."

"We're so proud. You actually said something that remotely makes sense."

The two boys high fived their best friend enthusiastically.

✯☾✯

"I'm gonna do everything you never got the chance to do,"

Jackson taunted Scott wickedly from the other side of the canteen as he knew he could hear him due to his werewolf abilities. Scott was mad, his whole body was shaking as well as the table and the tray on top of it.

"And, Scott she's gonna beg for more."

"I bet she likes to get loud. Maybe she's even a screamer."

"How are you gonna feel, Scott,"

"When she's screaming my name?"

Two loud clatters silenced the lunchroom. One came from the table Scott and Stiles were sat at as Scott's anger blew and the other came from a collision near the door.

"What the fuck?" Jackson yelled, trying his best to wipe the tomato soup off his expensive jacket.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I'm such a clutz." Lizzie tried her best to conceal her laughter at the damage she'd caused. She'd timed it perfectly right and now she had the perfect results.

"Let me help you." Lizzie offered and grabbed a napkin to assist in the cleaning however her aid only smeared the hot red liquid in new places on the jacket.

"No that's making it worse, sorry."

As she went to grab a second napkin, she 'accidently' knocked an open carton of juice from a neighbouring table all over Jackson's pristine shoes.

"Are you kidding me?" Jackson bellowed even louder and Lizzie went to sort his shoes but he stepped away. "No. Go, just go."

Lizzie apologized again before checking herself over for any rouge spillages but luckily she was clean. Then she was gone, flouncing off out the canteen, giving Scott and Stiles a knowing wink as she left.

The rest of the school day passed by pretty smoothly although not fast enough for Lizzie. Five minutes before the end of lunch, Lizzie headed to the restroom, she was planning on skipping math and hiding out in one of the stalls.

When she pushed open the door to the clammy room, she was met with the sound of muffled sobs coming from one of the half open stalls. Unsure whether or not to intrude, Lizzie cautiously peered her head round the entrance of the cubicle. A girl sat bunched up against the wall with her head in her hands and her strawberry blonde hair messed up.

"Go away." She breathed through small sniffles without looking up. Lizzie shifted on one foot to the other.

"Okay." She whispered and started to move away. Lydia lifted her head at the voice. She recognised it.

"Wait!" She called and shuffled out of the cubicle. "I like you, you can stay."

Lizzie nodded and joined Lydia on the floor. "What's wrong? If you don't mind me asking."

Lydia sniffled and wiped her running mascara that was dripping down her eyes. "Jackson dumped me! Over text!"

Lizzie scrunched her nose and gave the red head a sympathetic look. "Oh, Lydia," she slid across the floor to sit closer to the girl. "I'm really sorry. He's such a douchebag. If it makes it any better I did dump all my tomato soup all over him at lunch."

Lydia tilted her head and stared at the girl quizzically. "You did?"

"Oh yeah and he was wearing that really expensive jacket he always wears.  I think that whenever he wears that now, it'll look like he's killed someone. Tomato soup stains bad."

The remark made a tiny smile appear on the crying girl's face and she let out a feeble giggle. "I wish i could of seen it."

The two girls burst out into a fit of laughter and ended up staying on the floor chatting for a while.

As if purposely interrupting their bonding, the bell rang. Lizzie jumped up and grabbed her backpack which she'd discarded by the sinks.

"Where are you going?" Lydia asked, sounding slightly disappointed.

"We're not staying here," She stuck her hand out and pulled Lydia to her feet. "Let's go."

They quickly existed the  funny smelling bathroom and into the hallway filled with people.

"What makes you happy, Lyds?"

"Uh," Lydia thought for a few seconds, her voice still croaky from crying. "Shopping."

Lizzie took her hand and dragged her past the students and out the doors. "Do you have your car?"

Lydia shook her head, surveying the empty parking lot. "Jackson drove me this morning."

"Well, we'll just have to take the bus then." Lizzie solved, jumping down the steps. Lydia followed closely behind but as fast as the brunette.

"Where are we going?"

"The mall of course."

✯☾✯

"You live here?" Lydia asked as she and Lizzie approached the Brown girl's house. She had tried her best to keep the utter disgust out of her voice as she set eyes on the shabby building.

"As cliché as it sounds, it's not much but it's home." Lizzie stated, struggling with the key and the lock. Her hands were full of various different bags from the girls' shopping spree, most of the bags were products of Lydia's spending excluding one small Macy's paper bag that Lizzie held alongside her friend's.

After a few embarrassing moments of struggle, the lock clicked open and the teens were able to step inside, dumping their stuff in the hallway.

"Gee, that lock really needs fixing. Bobby should be home so I don't know why it was locked in the first place... Hold on a second," Lizzie paused to cup her hands at her mouth before shouting. "Bobby! Bobs? Are you upstairs?"

The was clatter sound from the top of the stairs which Lizzie assumed was her older brother.

"Bobby? I recognise that name. Is he on the lacrosse-"

Lydia stopped mid-sentence when Bobby came into view. Her cheeks immediately tinted up and her jaw dropped.

"Woah."

"Hey, think fast." Bobby grinned and chucked a bundled-up jersey at his sister, hitting her square in the face.

"Ow, bitch." Lizzie groaned, batting away the item of clothing.

"There's no way that actually hurt." The boy snorted and sauntered into the kitchen, the two girls following.

"Yes it did, you gave me a black eye." Lizzie exaggerated her false pain by placing her hand over her eyes and creasing her face up in imaginary discomfort.

"Oh shut up."

"Oh shut up," Lizzie mimicked. "Why was the door locked, by the way?"

"It's been locked all day." Bobby replied, grabbing an apple out of the cracked fruit bowl and biting into it.

"How did you get in then? The window?"

"I didn't."

"What are you on about? Are you on drugs again? Let me see your eyes."

"No, fuck off. I never actually left. That's why the door was locked."

Lizzie scoffed and slapped away the hand Bobby was waving in her face. "You bunked again?"

"Like you don't, besides I believe that's the most obvious question of the evening. The least obvious being: How the hell have you managed to get Lydia Martin to come back with you?"

Lizzie turned around to where the red head was stood and reached over and pulled her by the arm so she was in front of Bobby. "Sorry, Lydia this is Bobby. Bobby, Lydia. Lydia, Bobby. Blah blah blah."

Bobby and Lydia smiled at each other in what Lizzie thought was a sweet way at first but what they actually seemed to be doing was an intense amount of eye fucking. With Lydia's need for attention, curtesy of her recent break up, and Bobby's raging hormones, the idea of something happening was inevitable.

"Gross," Lizzie whispered. "I need to go to the bathroom. Please don't have sex on the table or the couch or the floor or anywhere. Thank you."

Lizzie backed out the room, the sexual tension within it was off the scale considering the two had only just met.

On her way back from the bathroom she spotted Mimi perched on the dresser in the hallway.

"Hey, baby." She cooed and picked the cat up, snuggling her to her chest. She kept her in her arms as she entered the kitchen.

Lizzie had only been joking when she gave the warning about having sex but she wasn't expecting it to actually happen. However, Lydia was sat atop of a kitchen counter, Bobby between her legs, the two intensely making out.

"Oh my poor eyes." Lizzie clasped a hand over her and Mimi's vision and slowly retreated from the room, bumping into many items of furniture as she did.

"Sort your hormones out!" She yelled back at the pair whose lips hadn't left each other.

✯☾✯

Derek and Stiles waited by the entrance of Beacon Hills Hospital. They were there to find out who actually sent the message Scott supposedly sent Allison the night at the school as it sure as hell wasn't his mom. Derek tapped his foot impatiently on the ground whilst Stiles rubbed the back of his neck anxiously.

"Where the hell is she?" Derek asked, frustrated now. "We've been stood here for over ten minutes."

"She'll be here soon, okay? I can't do this without her." Stiles gave Derek a pleading look. The two were waiting on Lizzie's arrival who was fashionably late as always.

Suddenly, there was the tap of footsteps and figure came running in to the parking lot. It was small, brunette and very out of breath.

"Hey guys-" Lizzie greeted panting heavily, she leaned down to place her hands on her knees and catch her breath.

"Did you run here?" Stiles incredulously.

"Uh-huh."

"From your house?"

"My dad's got the car."

"Alright, we haven't got time for this," Derek clapped his hands together pulled Lizzie and Stiles by their arms towards the entrance of the hospital. "Off you go."

Lizzie and Stiles shared an anticipatingly scared look. In the next five minutes they could be so much closer to finding the alpha. The duo pushed open the hospital door. Derek had informed them to look for one particular nurse who had been caring for his uncle. Apparently, she would be the one to help them.

When Stiles and Lizzie found the hallways and rooms of the hospital suspiciously empty, the boy called Derek.

"I can't find her." He said down the phone, Lizzie was walking very close to her friend. Something didn't seem to sit right with her. The hospital had never been this quiet or unoccupied when she'd visited Davis all those times. It may be the fact that it was going dark outside but something still didn't appear right.

Derek said something on the other end of the call that Lizzie couldn't hear so she patted Stiles' arm and he put the call on speaker phone. The man's deep voice filled the hall.

"Ask for Jennifer. She's been looking after my uncle."

Lizzie and Stiles turned the corner and stopped at the doorway of Derek's uncle's room. Another place in the building that was completely vacant.

"Yeah, well he's not here either." Stiles broke the news.

"What?"

"He's not here. He's gone Derek."

"Well maybe he's not gone. Does he get taken on walks or something?" Lizzie suggested positively, trying to make sure no one went into panic mode.

"No. Guys get out of there right now!" Derek yelled and the phone line crackled at the volume. "It's him. He's the Alpha! Get out!"

Stiles ended the phone and grabbed Lizzie's hand, the two slowly started to back away until they noticed something in the corner. A man, presumably Derek's uncle, had appeared next to them. He stood casually against the wall; a smug smirk graced his face which was covered in healing burns.

He glanced between the teens and then parted his lips, his voice came out low and relaxed. "You must be Stiles and you, little one, must be Elizabeth."

And that's when Lizzie and Stiles started to run but they were stopped by a nurse who smiled at them creepily.

"What are you doing here?" She patronised. "Visiting hours are over."

She turned to eye Lizzie. "Are you here to see your brother again, Miss Brown?"

Lizzie looked to the ground, suddenly very interested in her feet when Stiles gave her a questioning look.

"You- and him." Stiles pointed to the two adults in the room as he figured everything out in his head. "You're the one who- Oh, my- and he's the- "

"Oh my god, Lizzie, we're gonna die."

Lizzie looked just as distressed as Stiles and tightened her grip on his hand, her palms sweaty.

Then came another dramatic Derek Hale entrance, he jumped into view, elbowing the nurse in the face as he did.

"That's not nice." The alpha scolded softly. "She's my nurse."

"She's a psychotic bitch helping you kill people. Get out the way."

Derek glared at the teens.

"Yep will do," Lizzie agreed more than happily. "Have fun!"

Stiles and Lizzie ducked down and leaned against the wall.

"You think I killed Laura on purpose, one of my own family?" The alpha said.

That seemed to set Derek off as his eyes flashed a luminous blue and he jumped over the two on the floor and onto the other man who slammed him into a wall. Stiles and Lizzie scrambled away from the fight and behind the reception desk.

By the time they'd made their way there, Derek was on the floor bleeding.

"Oh my that is- wow." Stiles grimaced at the sight.

"Hold on, I think I can do something to help." Lizzie whispered and she raised her hand in the direction of one of the wall lights. She'd never turned off any light from this far away before but it was worth a shot. She concentrated her energy on the light but nothing seemed to happen.

"I thought you said you could something."

"Yeah, I'm trying, bitch boy."

"Don't call me bitch boy."

"Sorry- bitch boy."

"Hey stop."

"No."

After a while, all Lizzie had managed to do was make the lights flicker a small amount. The fight had seemed to move elsewhere after a few crashes and shatters so Lizzie and Stiles were left alone in their hiding spot.

✯☾✯

"Lizzie, just get in the car and eat your animal crackers." Stiles incited as he held the car door of his jeep wide open for the girl to get in. Said girl was stubbornly stood on the driveway of her house, refusing to listen to instructions.

"I am not helping you save Jackson Whittemore, Stiles." Her brow creased and she folded her arms. Stiles sucked in an annoyed breath.

"Don't think of it as saving him, think of it as removing him from danger."

"Removing him from danger? You mean the literal definition of the verb 'saving'?"

"Well-"

"Stiles, please please please don't take this personally, you know I would never want to hurt your feelings but kindly fuck off."

Lizzie started to walk back up her driveway but she felt a pair of arms sweep under her legs and another under her armpits. Scott had jumped out the front of the jeep and the two friends had swiftly picked the girl up. Considering her size, they had little trouble in doing so.

"Hey, no."

Lizzie kicked her legs and flailed her arms as the boys stumbled towards the vehicle.

"Put me down, no."

"I will-"

Before she could finish the sentence, she'd been thrown, with great difficulty, into the backseat and the door was slammed shut. Stiles and Scott quickly rushed to take their places in the front and punched the child lock on the doors so Lizzie couldn't get out.

Lizzie placed her hands on the windows and banged. "Hey! I'm being kidnapped. They're gonna kill me!"

She spotted her elderly neighbour pottering around her front yard.

"Doris! Doris, can you hear me?" She screamed.

To catch you up, the Argents suspected Jackson to be a werewolf so therefore Scott insisted on following him everywhere so he would have constant protection.

Now, Lizzie sat in a huff in the backseat. She hadn't said a word the whole drive but she glared daggers into the back of the boys' heads. The trinity had fallen into an incredibly tense silence.

"Please may I have my animal crackers?" Lizzie finally spoke, she still held an adamant look on her face although she brightened a bit when she was given the packet of food.

The jeep sped into a deserted parking lot, the only occupants being Jackson and Chris Argent. Stiles wound down the windows as they skidded to a halt right in front of Jackson and Chris. The breaks squealed recklessly.

"Yo." Scott greeted, resting his arm out the window.

"What's up?" Stiles chimed from behind the wheel.

"Animal cracker?" Lizzie stuck her head out the window along with her crackers although she was offering them more to Chris than Jackson.

"Is everything okay?" Scott asked, the three of them trying to play it off smoothly.

"Hey, Scott." Chris nodded and then looked at Jackson suspiciously. "Your friend here was having car trouble. We're just taking a look."

"Wow." Stiles bobbed his head, grinning.

"There's a shop right down the street. I'm sure they have a tow truck." Scott suggested. He jabbed his thumb in the opposite direction.

"Yeah. You want a ride?" Stiles offered and Lizzie groaned, choosing to focus on her snack rather than the conversation at hand. Scott threw one of the doors to the jeep open in an attempt to convince Jackson further.

"Hey, come on, Jackson. You're way too pretty to be out here all by yourself." Stiles tilted his head mockingly. Like Lizzie, he wasn't exactly a fan of the guy who'd stolen his future wife.

Jackson looked like he was about to shit himself. After Scott gave him a pointed look, he nodded, accepting the offer and moved to enter the car.

"Hey, boys," Chris stopped them.

"And girl. I'm still here." Lizzie piped up.

"Hi, Lizzie." Chris smiled at her in acknowledgement and then walked round the side of Jackson's car. He leaned into the open door and twisted the ignition. The engine roared to life. Then he just climbed into his expensive red car and left. Just like that.

"Right." Lizzie whispered, she hadn't really processed what was going on.

After Chris had made himself scarce, Jackson launched into a Scott reprimand.

"What, are you following me now?"

"Yes, you stupid freaking idiot. You almost gave away everything right there!"

Lizzie and Stiles stepped out the jeep to join the fight.

"What are you talking about?"

"He thinks you're the second beta."

Jackson still looked confused. "What?" He spluttered.

"He thinks you're me!"

Scott hit his fist against the cold metal of the baby blue car next to him.

"Dude, my jeep." Stiles whined.

"I can try heal it?" Lizzie offered and she turned towards it, genuinely going to try before Stiles pulled her back.

"I can hear your heart beating from a mile away, literally." Scott began again. "Now he thinks that there's something wrong and now I have to keep an eye on you, so he doesn't kill you too!"

Scott yelled, raising his fist to bash the jeep again.

"Okay, okay, okay. How about we just step away from Stiles' jeep?"

Jackson and Scott faced each other again.

"You know what, this is your problem, not mine, okay? I didn't say anything, which means you're the one that's gonna get me killed, okay? This is your fault." Jackson shouted and pushed Scott into Stiles' jeep again.

Wow, Jackson only seemed to be good for two things, gaslighting and violence.

Having had enough of the stupid fight and getting bored, Lizzie turned away from the boys, the severe intensity of toxic masculinity was beginning to sicken her. Instead, she space walked around the parking lot, wandering mindlessly until she came across a patch of death.

Wilt flowers stood failing in a brightly coloured pot. Someone had obviously put them there to give more life to the secluded wasteland. She stared at them for a minute or so. Lizzie figured they were the skeletons of tulips.

It saddened her, the thought of death. It didn't use to. She used to invite it, she wanted it. There were a few vulnerable and weakening moments during her freshmen year when she'd desired it.

She wished the flowers had someone to water them, nourish them and care for them like she had.

She didn't want them to die.

So, they didn't.

Slowly, the petals brightened and the stalks stood more confidently. The beautiful gift of life had graced them again.

Lizzie had done that.

Lizzie brought them back and it wasn't only that. She gazed around at the once dusty yellow grass that surrounded her. Every single strand had now reversed into a luscious green.

"Interesting." Lizzie hummed to herself, tucking a strand of fallen brown hair behind her ear.

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edited ✓
it's been a while i know. my laptop decided to go into cardiac arrest for a while but its alive again.
only three more chapters left of season one :(
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