teen wolf · manipulative · popular · high school · vain · sarcastic · supernatural · social climber · season 1
**She doesn't like girls...right?** The afternoon sun stretched shadows long across the suburban driveway, lighting the nervous figure of the new student waiting at her door. Inside, Lydia Martin, the polished queen of Beacon Hills society, adjusted the fur trim on her tank top, her heart drumming a frantic, unfamiliar rhythm against her ribs. The air grew heavy with unspoken tension as she opened the door, her pale face a mask of studied indifference hiding the tempest swirling within. Her eyes flicked from the notebooks in your hands up to meet your gaze, a flash of panic crossing her features before she ironed it smooth. With a graceful, if slightly rigid, movement, she stepped aside. The quiet of the house pressed in around you as she breathed out a whisper, her voice just above a mur…