☆彡 𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗼𝗹𝗳
❛ this isn't just a scarf, alright? y'know, it also doubles up as a super awesome cape. ❜
lois was waiting for superman -
not a teenage beta with a bad
attitude and a habit of wearing
...
Lois smiled tightly as they pulled up to the McCall house, barely turning to look at her ride as she hopped out of the car.
"Thanks, Greenberg!"
The boy went to say something but Lois quickly slammed the door in his face, her own contorting into disgust as she turned around and headed up the steps to Scott's front door. The ride had been quick, luckily, and Lois had been able to get out of his clutches way before he had gotten the wrong impression.
She didn't like Greenberg, and he knew that. Everyone knew that. Lois had only wanted a ride to Scott's, and he had simply been the one to supply it. It didn't make him any more tolerable than he ever had been, and she hoped that he realised that. Maybe it was wrong of her to despise him and then take advantage of his mild obsession with her by asking for a lift, but did that really matter? It was one of two choices: get a ride with Greenberg, or let Lydia Martin die.
Lois Lane may not have been Superman, no supernatural sort of being, but she knew that no matter what, she would choose to save Lydia every rime.
When Greenberg eventually drove away, Lois kneeled down at the front door. Checking under the plant pot for the spare key that had been kept there for as long as she could remember, the girl sighed when her fingers clasped dirt and stray blades of grass instead of metal. She figured that Scott must have lost his key again during the last few weeks and taken the spare, so she took her fist to the door, banging against it a couple of times in an accidental rhythm. Lois' eyes scanned the area around her, looking over both shoulders and left then right, making sure that there was no sign of Derek or his betas before bending down and peering through the letterbox.
