Lydia Ingalls never really minded the thought of death, she always imagined it to be peaceful. Lydia was never really happy in her life, she was used to people using and abusing her for their own personal purposes. Her family, her so called friends...
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Winners focus on winning, losers focus on winners.
"He's totally into you already." I laughed as I saw Scott waving at Allison when we went to sit down.
"Oh shut up." she told me while blushing.
When they started practicing, Scott was thrown to the ground almost immediately.
When I looked towards Jackson I saw him giving me a quick glance before walking towards Scott. He held out his hand to help him get up and said something to him while giving him a small smile. Scott looks shocked at him.
Oh my god, Was Jackson just being nice to Scott?
I did not expect that to happen. What did he say to him? I'm really curious.
Jackson looks at me again. I smile proudly at him. Have I changed so much already? That's impossible. I mean, I've only been here one day. He looks away smiling.
Wait? Is he blushing? Oh my god, he totally is!
After Jackson helped Scott, everyone immediately seemed a lot more relaxed. Maybe everyone felt the tension between those two.
Everyone was really impressed when Scott made that goal. I mean, I was too. It looked so freaking cool in real life.
I heard everyone cheering and clapping when Scott was told he made first line. As I walked up to Jackson, I hear him talking to Scott.
"Good job McCall, you were great out there."
Wow, doesn't this just sounds like a whole other person.
"Oh..ehh..thanks?" I heard Scott stutter back.
"Hey Jack, are you ready to go?" I ask him.
He smiles at me, "Yeah, just have to get something out of my locker. Wait for me by the car, okay?"
"Okay." I smile to him as he walks away.
"Hey Scott." I smile at him as I walk passed him towards Jackson's car, missing the look of shock that was seen on his face again.
"Could you drop me off at the hospital again?" I ask him as we get into the car.
"Yeah, sure. You're visiting again?" he asks back.
"Yes, I'm going to visit Peter Hale. I heard he hardly gets any visitors, so I'm going to visit him from now on. I made him a drawing yesterday! He couldn't tell me what he thought of it, but I think he likes it. I brought a book that I'm going to read to him today. I mean, I think he probably likes that better than me talking to him all the time." I ramble.
Jackson laughs at me, "I think everyone will feel better if you talk to them princess. You're adorable."
I beamed at him. I'll make sure Peter feels better. People need him. Derek needs him, he's all alone right now.
