He couldn't believe she'd said that. What gave her the right to-OH, right she was his girlfriend. He kept forgetting that for some reason. She was an important part of his life now, or atleast she was expected to be, and if she was exerting her importance in whatever way she deemed fit, Stiles didn't really mind. As long as Friday nights were no longer just him and his left hand, he was okay with it.

But this conclusion that he'd reached didn't undo what she'd said. He was still a little mad about the unfairness of-

"Jesus, look where you're going will you!" he snaps irately at the directionally challenged moron who'd cannoned into him in the hallway, forcing him to abandon his profound inner monologue about what a bitch his girlfriend was. The directionally challenged moron in question was now bent over, trying to pick up the stack of books she'd dropped.

"I'm really sorr-" Lydia stops when she looks up, realizing who it is. "Oh, its you." she says drily.

Stiles looks a little shocked to see her, which she thinks is kind of stupid given that they're at school.

His face doesn't settle back into its usual crooked grin though, taking on a more surly expression which to Lydia's dismay, she actually notices.

"Aww, Stilinski, Scott forget to send you an 'I love you' note today?" she asks teasingly.

"Oh shut up," he says, pouting like a kid who's been sent up to his room a full 5 minutes before his actual bedtime.

Lydia sighs.

"Okay, I'll bite. What's wrong?"

He struggles with himself for a minute, wondering if Lydia of all people is the right person to talk to about it, but caves eventually.

"I had a fight with Malia," he said dejectedly, his eyes still cast low.

Lydia groans inwardly. Actually, she's pretty sure her face has mirrored that reaction outwardly as well.

"Stiles, I really don't want to hear about who wants to be on top, okay. That's a lot of imagery I could do without." She says, incase her face hasn't conveyed the thought well enough.

"That's not even what it was about" he mutters but Lydia isn't listening. She's already started to say something.

"Okay, I have American History now, Stilinski. But we could go do something after school if you're still being a whiny little girl okay."

With that She walks off to class, her skirt billowing in that little gust of wind she created when she walked in her trademark supermodel on a warpath way and Stiles finds himself watching her as she disappears round the corner with the same wonder that he's always done until he realizes that he has a girlfriend and isn't allowed to stare at other girls' butts. Or swaying hips. Or green eyes. Even if they looked like the ocean after a storm. Man, this girlfriend thing was annoying as hell.