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Stiles Stilinski. Who he really is? Many people always notice him as a cool, funny guy. Some of them says that he's a total freak (well, i could say that too...obviously.*cough*) Some of them says that he's just a simple guy, with this cutie smile on his face, when all the girls at Beacon Hills High School, can't resist, to not look at him. (that sounds so bad. Oh my god actually it sucks, right? Why am i even making him as a hot guy? I mean..i don't want to. I'm not like that. I'm done with teenage boys, it's boring. Obviously. By the way, why am i even using this word so often? Ohmygod Lydia stahp.) But what...what if, this is just a trick? Just a mask. Second face. Never thought about that, huh? Well, actually i did. There is something about this brown haired boy. This may sound ridiculous, but still i'm sure of that. I'm sure of my own thoughts going through my mind. I'm sure. I feel the darkness coming out of this body. I mean not in a sensible manner, it's more about some kind of connection. It controls his body. With each bone. Each vein. Each breath he takes. It controls his mind. You think i don't see it, Stilinski? I see a lot of things. Especially the darkness in your eyes which comes out of your body in invisible even for you, way. Only i can see that. Why me? Because he's Void, and his aura surrounds me around. What should i do?

*Bell rings*

Lydia didn't even realise, that the whole break she was just standing beside her school locker, staring at him. She wasn't nervous. Not at all. Would say, she felt pretty good with the thought that he already noticed that Lydia focused her sight on his person. He was standing there with Scott. One of his hands was already inserted into a pocket of his black jeans. - I love his hands. - She thought immediately. After this she just accidentally and secretly bite her bottom lip. But this time he didn't noticed that. In the second hand he was holding the keys. Probably from his jeep. From time to time he was rotating them between his slim fingers. With each time she found his hands more and more interesting for her. She wasn't sure why. Maybe it was happening just of the fact how perfect they were? Veiny hands. With slim fingers. Lydia always liked Stiles's hands. She was sure of that from the first moment they worked together in the chemical classroom. She still remember the moment when she was just staring at his hands, when she supposed to help him with the tasks from the book. He also realised this fact, he saw that she payed attention to his hands. Is it good?

He wasn't paying that much attention in the moment. He with Scott were talking with the Coach. Probably about tonight's lacrosse match. Lydia easily saw how much effort they all put in this conversation. Like..literally, this was one of these subjects which boys prefered to speak about. Suddenly he gave me that look with his brown eyes. The right corner of his lips went up in a little, just to create lazy smile. Definitely one of these, when woman seems to be wanted by the man. The one with -'See ya later'- but with some kind of tension. Hard to explain. How did this even happen when she felt the wetness between her legs? She couldn't squeez them together right now. How even? The corridor wasn't abandoned. Still few teachers were walking from class to class, and many students were walking fast to get into the right classroom. She couldn't. Guess it wasn't the worst part. She squinted her eyes in a little, and noticed that Stiles's eyes weren't brown anymore. They were black. Totally black. He disappeared. Lydia stayed alone on the main corridor. She suddenly felt buzzing in her bag. Weird. She was so sure that her phone was already discharged. Yeah, definitely she was sure of that. It was Stiles.
"Meet me in the man's bathroom. The one near Mr. Jefferson's office." - Does she got surprised? Not at all. Maybe...maybe in a little. She wasn't sure about that. Maybe this was what she waited for. Exactly. She want to be wanted. By him. By Stiles. She never act like that. Does the dark connection affects on her?
She didn't answer. She only left her bag with books in it in the locker. When Lydia came into man's bathroom, she immediately felt like the wetness between her legs went up. She got excited and nervous at the same time. Why even? - I wish i could answer this question to myself- she, said quietly to herself.- Heart rate was rising with each step she did in the room. Slowly took off her black lita shoes while listening to, like someone was taking the shower. She tried to stay calm. And she really did. Firstly she noticed only his back, but when she crossed the small part of this place, she realised that Stiles was basing his right hand on the wall. Slightly tilted. The water flowed down on his body. From his hair, on his face, arms, legs. His eyes were closed, and with each moment she realised how beautiful he was. His bangs went totally down because of the water, and he still looked handsome. He raised his sight on me. He slowly looked on my legs, then looked on my face to put his sight into my eyes. This time brown eyes -not black- into the green ones.