"Who's the new girl?" Lydia asked leaning on Allison's locker, gesturing towards Stiles and the pretty brunette down the hallway holding his hand.
"It's um….Stiles's new girlfriend….. I think." Allison muttered uncomfortably peeking at Lydia behind her side bangs. This was not good and by the way Lydia was starting to give the new girl the death stare made Allison question the safety of the entire school.
"When did that happen?" Lydia asked, looking to Allison for an answer. Since when does Stiles date? And since when did he stop pinning over her? More importantly, why did she care? She was with Aiden and he was hot, really hot. Like smoking, orgasmic hot. Stiles on the other hand was not hot. He was spastic and nervous and always talking a million words a second which irritated Lydia immensely. Still, she had never really thought him as more than a friend, well up until now.
"I don't know. A few weeks ago, I guess. Why do you care so much?" Allison asked eying Lydia suspiciously.
Lydia scoffed. "I don't. I'm just curious. Stiles doesn't date, ever." Lydia said still watching Stiles and the new girl making lovey dovey eyes at one another. Her heart stopped when she suddenly saw Stiles gently lean down and whisper something in the girl's ear. The girl then laughed as she stood on her toes and kissed Stiles's cheek. Ugh this was not good.
"I'm going to go introduce myself." Lydia said confidently leaving Allison at her locker stunned.
"No, Lydia wait-"Allison whispered but Lydia was already gone.
Oh no. Allison began frantically putting her books in her locker trying to catch up with Lydia. She had to stop her from saying something terrible. Although she loved Lydia, sometimes her best friend was a lot to handle.
"Hey Stiles." Lydia said as she smiled her perfect smile and innocently touched Stiles forearm. She purposely let her hand linger as she said "Oh, I didn't see you there. I'm Lydia, and you are?" to the new girl who hadn't stopped staring at Lydia's hand still on Stiles arm. Lydia was smirking now. Yeah, I'm bad.
Allison, who was now at her side, elbowed Lydia as if to say, calm down. "Oh, and this is Allison." Lydia continued to smirk, not looking away from the new girl who Stiles still had failed to introduce.
Stiles froze, his face reddening. He hadn't told his girlfriend about Lydia or Allison. He stood there, in shock. Had Lydia really been bold enough to flat out flirt with him in front of his girlfriend? And since when was she so touchy-feely? He knew she was playing him and that he should introduce his girlfriend to Allison and Lydia, but his brain was not cooperating with him. Luckily, his new girlfriend was more than willing to pick up for his rapid stupidity.
"I'm Haley. Stiles's girlfriend. I just transferred here." Haley said confidently nodding at both of them.
"Stiles, we should be going. You still need to show me around the school, right?" Haley was now smiling a similarly perfect smile up at Stiles. Stiles was in awe and Lydia wanted to vomit. He nodded, agreeing with Haley and took her hand in his, not once looking at Lydia. She felt like she had been slapped.
"Bye guys." Stiles said over his shoulder, still looking at Haley as he led them down the hallway to her first class.
"It was nice meeting you both." Haley said turning around flipping her perfect hair over her shoulder and giving Lydia a look that said both "Ha, I win" and "Back off. He's mine." She was the brunette version of Lydia, confident, beautiful and snarky. The only difference between Lydia and Haley was that Haley now had Stiles.
When they were both down the hallway, Allison looked at Lydia uncomfortably, bracing herself for the impact that was Lydia Martin, but she was silent.
"You okay, Lydia?"
Lydia stood, still staring at the direction where Stiles led Haley. What was wrong with her? Why did she all of a sudden feel like crying?
"I'm fine. I'm Lydia Martin, remember? I can handle anything." Lydia smiled, holding her head high. She looked at her best friend who smiled at her sadly and nodded.
All of a sudden she felt a cold, heavy arm drape over her shoulder.
"Hey babe, got time?" It was Aiden and the way he whispered it in her ear immediately set her on edge. "Got time?" was code for: what to skip class and make out in the janitor's closet? Normally, Lydia would jump at the idea of skipping physics for some major lip locking, but after the recent confrontation with Haley, Lydia didn't feel like acting like everything was perfect. All she wanted to do was go to class, and then go home.
"I can't today, sorry. Mrs. Keller was totally on my ass last time we skipped." Lydia smiled.
"Okay, maybe another time then." Aiden said as he shrugged and kissed Lydia on the check then strutted to class as if he hadn't just been denied.
"Come on, let's get to class." Allison said as she smiled and hooked arms with Lydia. Lydia smiled, but it wasn't a happy one.
Lydia walked into Physics class right as the late bell had rung. She hadn't even gotten to her seat when Mrs. Keller decided that now was the appropriate time to give a lecture about being punctual. She stood their pretending to listen and nodding every few seconds. Truth be told, she wasn't listening. She was still trying to figure out a way to kick Stiles's ass for not telling her about Haley. She had it all planned. First, she was going to yell at him for not telling her, then, she was going to demand that he dump the tramp (for the pack of course). But then she saw him sitting in his usual seat right next to hers, smiling. Her brain became mush. All she could think about were his warm brown eyes, drop dead gorgeous smile, and his long, lean fingers on her body...oh, and his evil, Satan spawn, girlfriend.
"Miss. Martin, are you listening?" Shouted Mrs. Keller.
Lydia nodded, but she wasn't listening. Her mind was consumed with thoughts of Stiles and Haley. How long had they been dating? Did she know about Scott or Derek or Isaac? Do she and Stiles have sex? She had so many questions and yet, she knew she wouldn't ask him any of them. She was scared of what his answers would be.
When she was finally allowed to sit down, she could feel Stiles's eyes on her. All of a sudden she felt self-conscious, which in itself was a weird feeling. She never felt self-conscious, ever. Why did she feel this way? How did she feel this way? When did she even start caring about what Stiles Stilinski thought of her?
"Do you wanna be partners?" Stiles asked leaning towards Lydia, interrupting her thoughts. He smells like pine needles, Lydia thought. Wait what the hell, smells like what? Since when do I freaken smell people, Lydia thought.
"W-what?" Was all Lydia could manage out. Real smooth Lydia, real smooth.
"Partners? For the project? The one we were just assigned." He was staring at her now, eyebrows raised.
"Oh, sure I guess."
"Cool." Stiles muttered as he pushed his desks right next to hers, their shoulders now touching. He was already hunched over his desks, jotting down notes and tearing through the text book.
"Cool." Lydia whispered, staring at their shoulders in shock. Did he just feel the electric spark between them too? Is his skin humming like hers right now? When he finally looked up and realized that they were touching shoulders, he stopped writing. He smiled and Lydia couldn't help but smile too. They sat there, just smiling at one another like two idiots for what seemed like an eternity to Lydia, but in reality, only seconds. Lydia couldn't help herself, slowly she looked down at Stiles lips, almost in a trance. Her heart was pumping faster than light itself and she bit her lip. She really wanted to kiss him. All of a sudden Stiles looked away and coughed, braking their oddly sensual stare.
"We should get to work. Mrs. Keller doesn't seem to be in a good mood. No surprises there. " Stiles muttered as he went back to reading the text book and writing notes down, their shoulders no longer touching. Suddenly, Lydia felt sad and cold.
Yeah, this new girlfriend has got to go.