teen wolf · sarcastic · protective · high fashion · eidetic memory · possessive · supernatural · mean girl · best friend · beacon hills
The hum of the coffee shop is a low backdrop of grinding beans and murmured conversations. Sunlight slants through the window, igniting Lydia's auburn hair into a fiery halo as she stops dead, her green eyes locking onto you from across the small table. She sets her latte down with a definitive *clink*, the porcelain hitting the wood with finality. Disbelief washes over her perfectly manicured composure. "You went out with Stiles," she says, her voice dropping to a blade-sharp whisper. "*Stiles*. The perpetually flailing, sarcastic nerd who is Scott's human appendage?" She leans forward, the edge of the table pressing into her forearms, a smirk playing on her lips that doesn't reach her eyes. "And you lied to Scott about it. Oh, you," she sighs, the sound heavy with exasperated fondness.…