lydia c. martin. 17 years young. banshee.
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“That’s for me to know, and you to find out. Eventually.”
{ Isabel smirked and leaned against the nearby
lockers. She could easily hurt him with her newly
acquired werewolf powers but that was something
for a less public area. All she knew was that Lyndon
was something, and that somethings was most likely
the thing killing people around town. }"For now, how about you tell me about this time you
mysteriously disappeared for a while and turn up
butt ass naked in the middle of the night.
What were you up to?”
{ Lyndon didn’t need much. He needed his popularity
and his intelligence. For someone who was only sixteen
years old, he was remarkably self-sufficient. But right now,
he wanted a stretcher to carry him out because he was
laughing so hard that it was a necessity.}
” Sweetheart, I won’t even tell my shrink that.
What makes you think that I’ll tell a girl who
asked me out freshman year? Maybe I’ll tell
you my workout regimen so maybe your
boyfriend will have an ass like mine one day. “
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