Chapter 1 Could This Day Get Any Worse
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It had been a long day and Lydia was ready for it to end. It started with Prada pooping on her bath mat leaving, her nice surprise for when she stepped out of the shower. And finished with a super glued stiletto after the heel broke in the midst of a crowded hallway. [1]
The icing on the cake though came when her mom called to inform her that she was going away on a last minute "business trip". In other words she was going to do one day of business and then spend the rest of the time lounging around with her latest guy. Normally Lydia would love to have the house to herself, but this would be the one time that her mom's presence was actually necessary. She was getting her wisdom teeth removed the next day and needed a ride home and maybe someone to her ice cream for the rest of the week.
She slammed her locker with an exasperated sigh and collected her tote bag filled with all the books that she would need for the week.
"I'll just have to get a cab I guess." She planned a loud and she hauled the bag over her shoulder
"A cab for what?" a hand laid on her arm.
She jumped and tried to regain her balance but failed miserably, sending the bag and herself tumbling to the ground. She thought she was the only one left at school but she turned to find and apologetic looking Stiles.
"Stiles, we've talked about this. You can't sneak up on me like that especially when I'm teetering on a semi broken heel and have about 50lbs worth of books."
"Sorry, sorry!" He stuttered a he tried to scoop the books and Lydia up at the same time. It didn't end well as he was also trying to balance his grody lacrosse gear on his back. He tipped forward and now the two were a mess of limbs, books and weeks worth of dirty practice clothes.
They finally got back on their feet,
"What did you even want in the first place Stiles?" Lydia questioned impatiently as she picked up the remaining books and placed them in the bag Stiles held open.
"I uhh wanted to know why you needed a cab." He responded
"If you must know, I'm having my wisdom teeth out tomorrow," she carefully brushed herself off "and my wonderful mother informed me that she's being pulled away for a business trip to Cabo. Bag please."
"Isn't Cabo a little too tropical for a business trip?" he asked handing over the bag.
"She's a realtor. She's trying to sell some property down there. It just seems a little too convenient that her current boyfriend just happens to have a house down there" she said as she rolled her eyes and began to make her way down the hallway toward the parking lot double doors.
Stiles was quick to follow.
"I thought she was a teacher."
"She got her BA in education but went to realty school when teaching didn't pan out. Shes a jack of all trades. It seems the only trade she can't master is being a mother." She spat out as she dug for her keys in her bag.
She stopped walking
"Where are they?!" She fumed stamping her foot forgetting about the broken shoe
Stiles steadied her before she could fall again.
"Check the zippered pocket, that's where you usually put them." He looked down scuffing his shoes
"Right, thanks"
"You know uhhh I could you know like drive you or something ." He looked up at her sheepishly, and ran his hand through his sweaty hair.
Lydia fished out a set of keys from the zippered pocket
"Got 'em! Let's go." She started to walk again.
"Lydia?"
She looked over at him
"What?" She questioned; she wasn't really paying attention before.
"I said that I could drive you to your appointment" He replied, this time with a little more confidence.
"That's really sweet of you but it's really not necessary. I'll just get a cab like I said." She gave him that closed lipped smile and looked away like she always does when he gives her too much attention. [2]
"C'mon Lydia you gotta let me take you there. I mean what do you even know about this surgeon. He could totally screw it up and take out the wrong tooth or something; then you'll have no one there if you go by yourself. I mean I guess that's probably uh not the best thing for me to be telling you right now. But regardless you're gunna be all hopped up on drugs afterwards, and you'll probably get some cabbie who's gunna rip you off taking advantage of your disoriented state. Plus who's gunna take care of you afterwards, like when you get home?" [3]
"Stiles, I'm a big girl I think I can take care of myself." She said as she pushed open the doors and walked down the stairs stopping at the bottom.
He cocked his head to the side "Lydia."
She sighed.
"Ugh fine, but you're only staying until the lidocaine wears off! " she said relentingly as she turned to walk toward her car.
"The surgery is a 9 so be at my house at 8:20 sharp.!" She turned her head to shout over her shoulder.
She turned to find Stiles pulling his fist down in little excited dance.
"Stiles."
He clears his throat and straightens up.
"Right 8:20 sharp"
Lydia gets in her car and drives away leaving Stiles to happy dance till his heart's content.