Beacon Hills
8 years ago.
In 3rd grade.
When they were only 8 year olds.
The day they met was sunny, it was a Tuesday and little Stilinski was being beaten up by the school bullies. Though to some it would have seemed that Yockalovich Stinski was asking for it by provoking the bullies or as he would call them "giant slabs of muscle with fat for brains". Some would call him a hero for standing up for the other children being picked on but most would just call him weird because of the way he ran away from the bullies when they chased him and because his name was Yockalovich which the other pronounced simply as Yucky.
There he was on the ground and ready to be beaten. And when all hope seemed lost to the young Yockalovich Stilinski he saw a sudden red haired, pink bowed, brown booted figure walking up right to their direction.
"Hey! What do you think you're doing?!" she shouts at the goons twice her size in her high pitched eight year old girl voice.
"Nonna yer business!" says the biggest of the bullies
"Who're you picking on?!" she says then spots scrawny little boy on the ground with dirt on his face. Her eyes widened in anger.
"You get away from him!" she says and stands between the bullies and the boy hands on her hips.
"What're ya gonna do? huh?" challenged the ugliest goon towering over her.
"Social standards dictate that you can't hit a girl! Plus, studies say that people who bully other people are just insecure about themselves and the moment the victim fights back the aggressor would likely back away. And if you don't leave him alone I am going to scream!" she threatens
Confused the goons started retreating back inside. "Whatever, weirdos!" the smallest of the group.
"Hmph" Lydia said as she stuck her chin high and turned to the little scrawny boy on the ground.
"I don't think they'll be bothering for a while." she said and started walking away.
He stands up and runs after her.
"Hey wait up! What's your name?" he asks
"Lydia Martin" she said not stopping but letting Stiles catch up to her.
"Why were they beating you up anyway?" she asks
"Oh, I called one of them stupid or something" he says "I like your hair."
"Thanks, Its strawberry blonde." she says
"What?"
"My hair. Some people think its red but it's really strawberry blonde. You see in the sun like this? My hair is strawberry blonde."
Sure enough he made a mental note of remembering that her hair is actually Strawberry blonde and not red.
"When did you learn all that stuff you said?" he asks
"I read a lot." she says while she continues on walking and he continues on following her.
"You're really smart, then." He says
"Thanks." She replies with a half smile.
"I'm Yockavolienim Stilinski by the way." he says
She stops and looks at him. "What kind of name is that?"
"Oh, yeah my name it's… my mom named me after my grandad… it's kind of weird I know." he says a little bit embarrassed because he has a weird name and she is very pretty.
"Don't you have a nickname?"
"Umm... No... Some of the kids call me Yucky I think?"
"No not like that one I mean a proper nickname."
"Well, no I guess not."
"Then I'll give you one."
"Give me what?"
"A nickname."
"Okay?"
"Hmm..." Lydia said contemplating and cocking her head to the side, which causes her bow to dip a little to the left, with her finger on her lips as she takes a good look at him. It made the little boy feel a little awkward and made his face flush.
"You're last name is Stilinski right?"
"Yeah..."
"I'll call you Stiles."
"Stiles? What the hell is a Stiles?"
"You are." she smiles "Bye, Stiles and don't swear" she says as she walks back inside and he watches her, a little too stunned of what just happened to move.
"Stiles. Cool." he says as he watches her walk inside a smile forming.
He then tells his mom, dad and whoever he can that his new name is Stiles. We should all call him Stiles and that is what he will be called for now on.
"Are you following me?" she asks
"No, we just go to the same school." He says a bit sarcastically
"Oh right" she says
And they go their separate ways to their classrooms.