"Agree to disagree, Di."

***

Jennifer was making her prettiest doll dance, imagining she had just been crowned "Prom Queen". Beside her, a young Lydia was growing bored with this game. Every time they played with their dolls, Jennifer always came up with good outcomes for hers. On the other hand, Lydia's dolls never had happy endings. Although, she didn't care because she was with her best friend.

There was a knock at the door, interrupting their game. Lydia's mother appeared from the other side, poking her head through. "Hi, girls."

Lydia smiled. "Hi, Mommy."

"I just wanted to bring you two some lemonade." She kicked her foot against the door, opening it some more, revealing two glasses on a tray. Natalie Martin placed it by their feet, the girls grabbing a glass each. Lydia chugged most of it whilst Jennifer merely sipped on the straw provided. "Sweetie, remember you need to keep your room clean for when Suzie comes round."

"Yeah, I know." She took another sip of her drink. "Thanks for the lemonade, Mommy."

"You're welcome, sweetheart," Natalie said before taking the tray and exiting the room with it.

As Lydia happily drank her lemonade, Jennifer was perplexed. "Who's Suzie?"

"Oh," she lowered the cup from her lips, responding. "She's my friend."

Her confused expression dropped. "I thought I was your friend?"

"You are. You're my best friend." Lydia affirmed. "Suzie's just my other friend. We're going to have our nails done together, then we're going to have a slumber party. It's going to be so fun."

Jennifer hid her disappointment from her best friend, not wanting to show her hurt. Nevertheless, the young girl tightly clutched onto her necklace, reminding her of their everlasting friendship.

Lydia put her drink down, the glass almost empty. "I've got to go to the bathroom. I'll be right back."

She jumped onto her feet, sprinting out of her room in a hurry. Jennifer was all alone; it was almost pitiful. Her anger towards Lydia was slowly growing; her childlike envy clouded her judgement. In spite, she grasped onto her glass of lemonade and stormed over to Lydia's bed. She yanked the duvet away and threw her drink onto her white bedsheets.

The young girl smiled wickedly as a yellow patch formed. She would never hurt Lydia, but that didn't mean she couldn't mess with her; it was irresistibly satisfying.

"Hey, Lydia." Allison's voice awoke the strawberry-blonde from her daze.

They were stuck in Physical Education with Coach Finstock shouting down people's throats. Lydia was sitting out on the bleachers, desiring not to participate. Luckily, the coach never forced her to. She was observing Jennifer from afar, unsure what to do about her.

She had no idea how to handle it all. Jennifer's confession left her shaken and unnerved. The events preceding this day seemed surreal; it was like a bad dream. 

"Are you okay?" her friend wondered, slightly concerned for her. "You seem a little out of it."

Lydia brushed her hair away from her face, putting on a fake smile. "Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just really bored."

"That's understandable." Allison agreed. "The only thing I enjoy about this lesson is watching Scott-"

She rolled her eyes, interrupting. "Seriously, Allison, get a grip. We all know that you and Scott are a couple, so you don't have to shove it in everyone's face every five seconds."

Her cruel retort had caught Allison off guard. Lydia was always known as a mean girl, but she was never this mean before.

Upon realising that she had upset her, Lydia calmly exhaled. She groggily wiped her eyes, regretful of her words. "I'm sorry. I barely slept last night, so I'm just really tired."

"Is it to do with Stiles?" she asked.

"What? No! It's just..." Lydia started, yet she was uncertain how to end it. No one would believe her claims about Jennifer; she was unhappily burdened with this story. "Nothing."

She turned her head towards the field, eyeing Jennifer suspiciously. The sinister way she glared at the male students around her sent chills down Lydia's spine. Usually, she thought of a solution to everything, but where was the solution to this demonic dilemma?

On the grassy pitch, Jennifer was stretching her muscles whilst gazing at every boy that came into her view. They all looked so delicious. She could eat them all right there if she had the chance.

Then, her eyes were drawn to the bleachers, acknowledging Lydia and Allison sitting beside each other. Once again, Jennifer's envy of the two grew. Despite what she had been told, she still considered Lydia to be her best friend.

"Hey, Jennifer." A male voice attracted her attention.

Jennifer smirked, turning her head to see the boy who took her virginity. "Oh, hey, Isaac."

He was instantly caught unaware by her beauty and confidence, leaving him slightly stunned. "I, um..."

Nonetheless, she was no longer a patient person and found hesitance to be intolerable. "Yes...?"

"Uh, I want to talk to you," stated Isaac.

She crossed her arms, sarcastically asking. "Aren't you talking to me now?"

"No, not like that." He asserted. "Look, I feel like you've been avoiding me."

Jennifer raised a quizzical brow. "Have I?"

"It feels like it. Did I hurt you when we had..." Isaac's words trailed away when Coach Finstock wandered past, eyeing the two curiously. To avoid further embarrassment, he rephrased his sentence. "When we were doing that experiment in Science Class?"

As the coach walked away, Jennifer giggled. "No, of course not." A look of relief appeared on the teenage boy's face. "I mean, you were a bit squirmy and nervous, but that was to be expected."

"So... we're okay?" he checked.

"Yeah." She confirmed, taking a moment to assess his body. Then, she had a small realisation. "In fact, we're more than okay."

His eyes widened. "More?"

"This is going to sound bizarre, but... I owe you my life." In a way, if Isaac hadn't taken her virginity, Jennifer wouldn't be alive. She was stronger than she'd ever been before, and it was all thanks to him.

"What do you mean?" queried Isaac.

"If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be like this." She stepped closer, tossing her hair over her shoulder. "I think I owe you a second chance."

"A second chance?"

"As in... do you want to try it again?"

There was a flash of interest in his eyes. "Really?"

"Absolutely," Jennifer said. "I think we can make something beautiful together, Isaac. Just you and I." She grazed a hand across his cheek, gazing deep into his bright blue eyes. He was completely entranced by her, having fallen under Jennifer's spell. "So, how about we meet at lunch?"

"Yeah, sure." He answered. 

She was like a siren, luring him in with her sweet voice. For once, she was craved and pined for; it made her feel powerful. If she could do this, then she had the power to do anything.

"That's fantastic." Jennifer grinned innocently. "See you then." A lasting kiss was placed on his cheek, only making Isaac want her more. 

Lydia glared at the couple, snarling under her breath. It was a cruel reflection of the girl she used to be, only much worse. However, her focus was quickly drawn away when, from the corner of her eye, she noticed that Stiles had appeared.

"Stilinski!" shouted Coach Finstock. "Where the hell have you been?!"

"Sorry, Coach. I slept in and-" Stiles admitted, still looking tired.

"You know, at this point, Stilinski, I don't care!" he interrupted, soon turning his attention back to Greenberg.

Stiles sighed, mumbling to himself. "Then why are you yelling?"

Knowing that she had to make an excuse for the night before, Lydia strolled off the bleachers, approaching her boyfriend. "Stiles?"

He glanced her way, once again taken aback. "Hi."

"Hi." She replied, edging closer to him. "I should probably explain why I ran off last night."

"No, I understand. I'm sorry that I'm not experienced enough-"

She narrowed her eyes. "What? No, I didn't leave because of that. You were doing really well."

His eyes widened. "Oh, okay."

"I just..." she hesitated, attempting to conjure a good excuse. "I remembered that I needed to look after Prada."

"But you leave Prada alone all the time?" he pointed out.

"Yeah, well, he had just been to the vets, and he's been a little sick." Lydia lied. "Then, last night, I remembered that Mom told me to look after him. So, yeah..."

Stiles brightened up a little, a small glimmer flickering in his eyes. "So... I wasn't bad?"

Lydia smiled, shaking her head. "Of course not."

He let out a sigh of relief. "Well, that's good to know. I was panicking the entire night, thinking that I did something wrong, so I'm glad I didn't. That was one of the best nights of my life, even though we only did it for like five minutes-"

"We can do it again if you want." She interrupted.

His mouth gaped, completely stunned. "Tonight?"

She shrugged. "Only if you want to-"

"Yes," Stiles answered way too quickly. He cleared his throat, trying to compose himself again. "Sorry. That was super fast."

Nevertheless, his girlfriend laughed it off. "No, it's okay."

"So, meet me by my jeep?" he asked.

"Yeah," Lydia confirmed it with a quick peck on his lips. The couple smiled, their love shining as bright as the sun. "You better get going before Coach Finstock yells at you again."

He chuckled. "Get ready to see me be a sweaty mess."

Stiles jogged away, leaving Lydia pleased with herself. Being with him made her happy, and she'd hate for that to be taken away from her.

She made her way back onto the bleachers, sitting down next to Allison. With a light smile on her face, she glimpsed at her friend. Although, she recognised the concerned look on her face as she stared out at the field. "You all right, Allison?"

Allison didn't look at her, clearly searching for something. "Sorry, I just... can't find Scott..."

Lydia huffed. "God, you're obsessed with him, aren't..." her words slipped away as she peered onto the pitch, swiftly realising that Scott was nowhere to be seen. "You...?" Her lighthearted mood switched to panic. She frantically scanned the pitch, looking for Jennifer. Just as she had feared, she was no longer there. "Shit."

"What is it?" queried Allison.

She eyed her with a serious expression. "When did you last see him?"

"Um... around a few minutes ago?" she guessed.

Jennifer was going to take another life; she was sure of it. "They can't have gone far."

"What-?" Abruptly, Lydia jumped from her seat, racing down the set of stairs alongside the bleachers. Allison followed behind, bewildered by her frenzy. "I'm sure he's just gone to the bathroom!"

"Martin! Argent! Where the hell do you think you're going?!" Coach Finstock bellowed.

"Bathroom break?!" Allison yelled back in puzzlement. 

Soon enough, the girls vanished, leaving their class confused. Coach Finstock squinted, turning to another student. "Was that a question?"

Lydia searched the perimeter, checking under the bleachers and through the windows of Beacon Hills High. Yet, there was still no sign of the two. She prayed that they weren't going to be too late. An image of Jennifer feasting from Scott's body plagued Lydia's mind.

"Lydia, what is it? What's wrong?" urged Allison, sharing a slither of Lydia's distress.

Her friend would not answer, though gestured that something was terribly wrong. They made their way into the school. Lydia knew that Jennifer wanted to feed in a discreet place, somewhere most people wouldn't think to look.

But before she could think about it, soft noises emerged from the boys' locker room. They were quiet, yet could be heard in a silent hallway. Lydia followed her gut, storming over to the door. She kicked it open, and the girls found them. There they were, in the midst of a makeout extravaganza, Jennifer and Scott.

The sound of the door slamming against the wall startled the young male, but Jennifer didn't even flinch; it was like she was expecting it. Allison's eyes widened. "Scott?"

Scott's face blushed in humiliation. "Allison, it's not what it looks like!" 

Lydia crossed her arms, outraged. Her eyes pierced through Jennifer's, but the other girl was unaffected. "It looks like playtime's over. Wouldn't you agree, Jennifer?"

"Agree to disagree, Di." She wiped a finger across her glossed bottom lip, savouring the taste.

"Allison-!"

"Leave me alone," Allison uttered, tears building up in her eyes. The heartbroken teenager ran away, clutching her chest. Scott chased after her, leaving Lydia and Jennifer to their own devices.

"How could you do that to Allison?" Lydia questioned in disgust. "I thought she was your friend."

Jennifer did not respond. Instead, she smugly smirked and shrugged her shoulders innocently. The dark-haired girl exited the locker room soon after, sauntering down the hallway with a pep in her step. Lydia watched after her, frozen to her spot.

She wasn't going to stop. She was never going to stop until every boy was dead.

***

Ugh. Despite its length, this chapter took the longest time to write. Honestly, as summer is nearing a close, I'm starting to lose my motivation for this book. I want to finish it, but I keep being reminded that I have coursework that I need to finish before the term begins. Also, this year is going to be hell since I have to do my A-Levels and prepare for university.

However, I am determined to finish this as I love how far this book has come. There'll be a few more chapters that aren't based on what happens in the movie (well, only slightly) before we reach the climax. I hope you're ready.

- Alice ❤