Dec 10, 2014
Walking with fire and aggression in each step, Lydia was out to search for Stiles, angered and hurt that he left out a crucial fact that her best friend was alive. Not to mention the confusion. Of course when she went to search for him at his home and the station, he wasn't there. Typical. She took out her phone from her pocket and began dialling his number. After several rings, she finally spoke up before he could get a word in edgeways. "Stiles! Where the hell are you?" Frustration rang from her voice before she fell silent. "We need to have a little talk..." Her voice was calmer yet her heart and mind were racing. "About Allison." She pressed her lips tightly together, taking a deep breath. There it was. Letting him know she knew.