I will n o t keep my mouth shut. A bitch knows her voice. Knows how to howl with a wolf pack in her throat. A bitch is honest. A bitch doesn’t follow the rules; demands to know who wrote them. Rules are weak. Rules are prey.

{ Indie & Selective Lydia Martin }
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“You’re totally welcome." 

[ Play it cool, Stiles. Okay? You’re just in her bedroom, where she’s been sending you dirty pics all day. God, you’re so horny. Stop it. Stop it.] 

  “I, um…” No, don’t screw this up by talking again. “You still have my shirt?” 

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              "Um, yeah? I do. Why, you want it back?
                          —-…Or were you looking for me to model it for you?”

         {In a bold move forward, her thumbs hook through the loops of his jeans. Probably because messing with him is going to be fun. But also because she’s pretty eager to show Malia up. That would kind of make the whole situation go away.}


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              “Um, Scott? I’ve heard a few things lately–
         Let’s get one thing perfectly clear.
                   I’m the hot girl.

                       This town is totally not big enough for the two of us.”

    {Lydia has fallen pretty far from where she once was. But she refuses to give up her throne and crown to Scott McCall. Over her dead hot body.}