A genius, yes. A psychic, No.

Library wasn’t as fun as it used to be back when he was in Beacon Hills High School, there wasn’t anyone to keep him interested in the place. He missed haing Nasir to look at or even his brother to bother him. Ethan just felt out of place in that college, like he had no one in there to talk to. As much as he hated to admit he needed friends, which was pathetic. He was raised to think such needs were pathetic.

During most of his life he needed no one, his packmates were the closest things to family and friends. That said more about him than it did about them.

That’s the exact moment when he recognized a strawberry blond hair in the middle of the book shelves. Just like she used to be in school, a brain. Not just a brain, also a banshee, as he recalled. Ethan couldn’t help but remember the time both of them were drinking by the fire after Jackson cheated on her… Ethan hated Jackson. Then they made out, which was unaceptable.

Up to the moment Lydia still didn’t know that. Better to keep like that, it asn’t anything especial. She had been his best friend during the time him and Nasir were dating. Only friend outside of the pack, actually. 

Even in the dark, Lydia could always dissociate Aiden from Ethan. And not because she had slept with one of them. No. They were really different, in her eyes.

Aiden was the strong spirit whereas Ethan was much more sensitive and romantic, not rough like his brother; although Lydia assumed he could be too, in his own way. Of course, can't forget that Ethan was the brain of the two. Always standing back to analyze the situation and block his twin from doing the impulsive choice, which often led to the wrong outcome.

In the end, romantically her body carried a torch for Aiden, but her heart and brain to Ethan. No matter how fragile she knew he was, he didn't look fragile. Which was an asset during battles, of course, but which intrigued the curious girl inside of her as well.