Allison is still the new girl, Scott still works for Deaton, but Lydia and Stiles' personalities are switched. Also everyone is human, in fact,the supernatural doesn't even exist in this world. The kids are facing real life problems this time, and don't have to worry about someone wanting to kill them every week.
This is a tester story, I guess. I do have intentions of continuing it, but I would like to receive some feedback first. Please review, I appreciate it immensely! Also, sorry for any typo's.
"Again, I'm asking," Lydia raised her voice, nudging Allison with her elbow. "Do you have the answers to number 8 and 9?"
Two days into the school year and Lydia had already managed to partially lose the first friend she had made. But, not really. She only hated the fact that girls didn't know how to control their hormones sometimes, shamefully, including herself.
Allison continued to ignore her while she watched Scott walk from the desk at the back of the class to the teachers' desk and back again. Lydia swore she saw drool forming at the corner of Allison's mouth, but neither she nor Scott seemed to notice.
"Allison," She whispered, shaking her friend from stupor. Allison jerked up suddenly, turning in her chair. "What?" She asked in flat tone, Lydia realized that Allison hadn't even made sense of what she was doing.
"I thought you were going for the subtle approach?" Lydia asks, teasing her friend. "Because that… that was not subtle.
Allison raised her eyebrows, her cheeks growing red. "Oh my gosh, oh my…" Allison looks at Lydia, feeling pathetic, "Was it that bad?"
Lydia began to shake her head, trying to act like it wasn't completely noticeable, but it was. Lydia gave in, "Yes," She sighed, laughing lightly. "But, fortunately, nobody seemed to notice."
Allison sighed, resting her chin in her hand. "But, he's so cute." She sighed, "I told you about how he gave me his pen, right? He just sat there the rest of the period, so I assumed that was the only thing he had to write with, but he gave it to me. To me, Lydia." Allison paused to take a breath, and Lydia continued to stare, amused at her bizarre friend.
"How adorable." Lydia muttered, chewing on her pen while she shook her leg. She glanced back at the table behind them where Scott had been sitting, and of course, right next to Stiles Stilinski.
Lydia rolled her eyes, because of course, her luck had stuck her with the one friend that happened to like Stiles Stilinski's best friend—Not that she hated Allison, they were practically the same person, and it was the first friend she had managed to make in a long while—the one person she hated the most.
To clarify, it wasn't a completely hate filled relationship they had. Lydia had a crush on Stiles for the longest time, and still does. But, after the time he pulled her hair in second grade and got sand in her eyes, it's been pretty love-hate. Though, she was almost positive that Stiles had completely forgotten her name by now, having only spoken maybe eight words since freshman year.
"Hey did you do the homework last night?" Stiles had asked her one day during English class. Which was a shock, considering she knew he was a genius. But, maybe only she seemed to comprehend that.
"No." She lied, shoving the paper from last night into her notebook. Screw him, she thought. He had been an asshole to her and pretty much everyone else since they entered high school, and he was perfectly capable of doing his own work. Plus, he pulled her hair in second grade, that asshole. The asshole that she helplessly admired.
And that was the end of that. Now all she got were moments where they would awkwardly make eye contact and Lydia would freak out.
"Just ask him out." Lydia groaned, leaning her head back. "It will make your life so much easier."
Allison frowned, "I can't. I promised myself no boyfriends, at least not until after high school, but…"
"He's so cute…. and, and his hair is just so nice. Plus his body, Lydia, what am I supposed to do?" Lydia mocked her friend, and Allison laughed embarrassingly. "Seriously, just ask him out."
"Maybe." Allison told her, "But…"
"Seriously if you don't, I'll do it." Lydia told her, but grasped how wrong that sounded. "But, not for me, you know. For you."
Allison only laughed, returning to her work when the two got in trouble by the teacher for not paying attention.
Xxx
"So, Chinese takeout?" Allison asked Lydia while putting her books into her locker.
Lydia made a face, "What about pizza?" Allison nodded, "Sounds good with me. We can meet up at seven, I guess?"
"Awesome." Lydia replied, sounding more enthusiastic than usual.
"Hey!" Allison turned back before Lydia did, but she could see the two boys walking towards them out of her peripherals. "Allison, right?"
Allison's cheeks grew a bright red and she nodded, "Yeah. Hi, Scott."
Scott smiled in response, creases forming around the corners of his mouth. Stiles quickly interjected, "I'm Stiles, if you didn't already know." He introduces himself, confidently.
Lydia chuckled to herself, turning to face her locker. What a cocky bastard. Allison cleared her throat, giving Lydia a warning look. Lydia smirked slightly, accepting Allison's silent wish for her to shut her mouth, but only for as long as she was physically capable.
"We we're about to practice for lacrosse, actually. If maybe you and your friend wanted to come watch." He glanced over at Lydia, which was much more than Lydia got from anyone other than Allison. Lydia swore people avoided her on purpose, which was probably for the best.
"Uh, sure." Allison agreed, "You up for it?"
Lydia shrugged, "You mind if I drop this book by Econ? I promised Coach I would get it back to him yesterday, and I don't want him to hate me more than he already does. He's going to end up sitting me by the one kid that spits too much when he talks."
"The sprinkler kid." Stiles laughed, his hands shoved into his front pocket.
Lydia's heart jumped at his voice. She understood that his response wasn't totally directed at her, but it still counted. So, at least he was acknowledging her existence—not a ton of people do that anymore. Besides, no one laughed at his comment, especially Lydia. She felt for the guy, getting laughed up and made fun of was kind of her thing too.
"Yeah," Lydia paused moving between the two boys. Unfortunately, Lydia accomplished to trip over her own feet, her sneakers squeaking against the linoleum. She quickly grabbed her books and stood up, as if nothing had happened. Her face flushed red and she didn't dare to look back at any of them, especially Stiles.
"I'll meet up with you later." Lydia squealed out, virtually running away from the three of them. God, she always found a way to mortify herself, Lydia thought. It never failed.
Xxx
"Where's Scott?" Lydia asked, taking a seat next to Allison on the bleachers. Allison smiled instantaneously, pointing Scott out at the goal. Lydia nodded, smiling at her friend. "He's doing pretty well."
"Yeah, I know.." Allison started, but Lydia didn't recall when she fell off exactly. She was pretty sure it was at the exact moment Stiles removed his shirt and threw it over the seat directly in front of her. Lydia tried to avert her eyes, but it wasn't working. She could admire that body for days. His lean muscle and ripped chest wasn't helping her cause, nor was the way he began drinking the water from his bottle. She watched as a bit of it hit his chin, and he quickly wiped it away with his thumb. Why did this boy have to be so annoyingly obnoxious—and so incredibly hot?
Lydia's eyes traveled up his neck, meeting with his face. His head was thrown back and his eyes were closed shut. Lydia sighed to herself, feeling like she needed to pinch herself out of this daydream. But, it was much more of a reality when Stiles opened his eyes, locking onto hers. Lydia felt face redden, and Stiles only made it worse when he smirked. Lydia quickly looked away, but she could still feel his eyes lingering on her.
"Oh god," Lydia groaned, "This is bad."
Allison looked at her friend with concern, "What's wrong?"
"Stiles Stilinski might have caught me staring at him." Allison laughed, shaking her head. "So what, it's not like you were trying to undress him with your eyes or something."
Lydia couldn't help but feel guilty, looking at her friend shamefully. "You totally were undressing him with your eyes, weren't you?" Lydia nodded, "I'm such an idiot. He probably thinks I'm idiot. Allison, I'm an idiot."
Allison tried to calm her friend, trying to contain the small laughs that were escaping from her. "Calm down, he probably didn't even notice." Lydia looked at her friend with accusatory eyes. "Why am I in love with such an asshole?"
"You can't help who you fall in love with." Allison shrugged, keeping her eyes on Scott as he played. "If only someone had told me that in second grade." Lydia mumbled to herself. She didn't have a chance with him, she understood that. But, who made that rule on love and why was it so hard to get rid of that feeling? She had fallen weakly in love with those golden brown eyes, and she didn't know how to escape it.
