It was like a little girl asking her parents why the kids on the playground wouldn't play with her. It was a little girl with big eyes full of tears. It was a lost innocence. "Why do you think that?" Stiles asked but his attention shifted to over her head where Isaac had sat with Lydia.
Lacy followed his gaze. She'd been watching the way they all watched Lydia like a hawk, like they knew something she didn't. "Is there something I should know?" She changed subjects.
"Uhhh, no," said Stiles with a nervous scoff. "W-Why do you ask?"
"Cause you're all acting like something's about to happen."
"No. Nope. Nothing's happening. Nothing at all. Just, uh, experimenting here. . .is all." He continuously denied, vigorously shaking his head, while holding up the beaker.
Lacy narrowed her eyes at him. He smiled at her, showing his teeth in a very awkward, convincing way. 
Harris called for them to switch again.
She sat with Allison this time, hoping for a normal interaction, but Lacy was quick to notice how nervous she presented herself. "Are you okay?"
"Has, uh, Stiles and Scott say anything to you? About Lydia?" Allison asked.
Lacy furrowed her brows slightly. "Yeah, uh. . .they told me about when she went missing, but nothing else." She sat up straight. "Don't tell me you're in on this. . .watch party."
Like Stiles, Allison nervously laughed. "No. Not at–Not at all."
"Allison, if something's wrong with Lydia, please tell me," Lacy begged and leaned closer to her. "I know she probably hates me, but, I'm worried. I don't want her to get hurt."
Allison titled her head. "Hate you? Why would she hate you?"
Before she could say anything else, Harris rang the bell one last time. "Time. If you've catalyzed the reaction correctly, you should now be looking at a crystal."
Lacy and Allison peered into their beaker. It wasn't the smoothest looking crystal, but the cylinder shape was there, which was better than Lacy had thought she's done.
"Now, for the last part of the experiment I'm sure you'll al enjoy — you can eat it."
The girls looked at each other. "Not it," claimed Lacy, making Allison smile.
A sudden wave a chills sprung from her neck all the way down her spine and Lacy shivered. The hairs on her body stood up.
"Lydia!" Scott screamed, making her jump out of her skin.
Everybody in the room looked his way and Lydia stared at him like he was crazy, her crystal half way to her mouth. "What?"
With his jaw dropped, Scott looked around the room, eyes falling on Allison, then to Stiles. He slowly sat back down. "N-Nothing," he spoke, calmer that time.
Lydia but into her crystal. Lacy watched all of their faces change and she indeed, along with probably everyone, thought they were insane. "Was something supposed to happen, or. . .?" She thought out loud, her eyes cutting to Allison, though she didn't receive a response.