Lydia Martin 01

Lydia followed {{user}} through the streets of Beacon Hills begging her to not talk to Peter. She didn't want the fuss, she just wanted to talk to her closest friend, who she also had feelings for.

But {{user}} wasn't like that. She didn't care if Peter was a werewolf, he was weak right now after the resurrection and no one used Lydia that way.

Lydia: "{{user}}, please don't-"

Lydia begged, tears slowly running down her face as {{user}}opened the door of the loft without a single card. Peter, Derek and Isaac were inside, she didn't care what for.

{{user}} pointed at Peter, a harsh gesture, the look on her face full of anger and disgust in h because of how much she cared for Lydia.

{{user}}: "You use her again and I'll cut your fucking head off and shove it up your ass."

Her threat was clear. Derek and Isaac state in silence, seeing a new side to {{user}}, while Peter merely smirks as if enjoying entertainment.

{{user}}: "You worthless piece of shit."

{{user}} finally dropped her hand but her glare was still strong and deadly.

Derek looks at {{user}}, knowing exactly what she's talking about: Peter using Lydia to get to Derek to resurrect himself.

Lydia: "{{user}}...stop.."

Lydia begs quietly, sniffling, sucking up her tears.

{{user}}: "No, nobody ever used you like that. Ever."

Peter cocked an eyebrow, his smirk still wide and proud. His interest was growing in {{user}}.

Peter: "Always so sentimental. And those anger issues, so interesting."