A/N: hey guys i am back! i have a little time before i go back to school and not much to do so i will try to get back into writing! here is a new story that i have been working on, let me know what you think and maybe i'll upload the other chapters i have!

in regards to the other stories i have that are clearly unfinished, i will go back in my notes and reread them to see if they're worth finishing. if not, i may just scrap them.

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"GO DEVENFORD!"

The screams and shouts from all the cheerleaders in their area was becoming too much for Allison and Malia. They watched, mouths open, as the squad from their rival school, Devenford Prep, beautifully executed their last routine. Allison crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes as they finished their last bit and bowed. Her head was beginning to ache. They began to exit the floor and passed the Beacon Hills squad on their way out.

Today was the Northern California Sectionals for Competitive Cheerleading. Allison knew that they were good enough to qualify for Regionals, but she knew that Devenford was better. It frustrated her.

Devenford Prep and Beacon Hills always had a thrilling rivalry. It started on the lacrosse field but then moved to other things, such as cheerleading and academics. Everyone from Beacon Hills hated everyone from Devenford Prep and vice versa.

But Allison always found it difficult to hate Lydia Martin, the cheer captain of Devenford Prep.

"Nice routine, Lydia." Allison said with a fake smile. As Lydia walked passed her, she stopped to talk with her for a bit. She genuinely smiled, like she couldn't see how fake Allison's compliment was.

"Thanks, Allison! Good luck out there. You'll do amazing." She began to walk as one of her team members and best friends pulled her aside and started laughing with her.

"Is that girl as dumb as she looks? Wasn't it obvious that you weren't trying to be nice?" Malia, one of her best friends, said. "That girl is too nice for this rivalry."

Allison nodded in agreement as she watched the girls fade away in the distance.

"OKAY, BEACON HILLS LADIES. LOCKER ROOMS IN 5! WE'RE UP AFTER LINCOLN."

At the end of the day, both schools, Beacon Hills and Devenford, qualified for Regionals. The only difference was that Devenford placed first and Beacon Hills placed second.

"It's so frustrating. No matter what I do, Devenford is always going to be better than us." Allison whined as she sat down for lunch the Monday after. Malia, who was sitting across from her, smiled sympathetically as she took a bite of her sandwich.

"It's okay, babe. With a little more practice, I bet you'll destroy them at Regionals." Her loving boyfriend, Scott McCall, said as he side hugged his girlfriend. Allison pouted and began eating her lunch as more of her friends sat down at their table.

"What's with the sad face, ladies?" Scott's best friend, Stiles Stilinski, sat down next Scott.

Malia finished chewing as her boyfriend, Isaac Lahey, took a seat next to her and put his arm around her.

"Allison's just upset because Devenford's cheer team placed first at Sectionals this weekend and we placed second." Malia said in a monotone voice. Allison sighed as she ate her yogurt.

Stiles looked to Scott as Kira Yukimura sat down across from Stiles.

"Hey guys. What's wrong with Allison?" The entire table laughed as Allison groaned and put her head down.

"I don't want to talk about it, Kira."

Kira laughed as she began eating.

"You excited for lacrosse tryouts today, guys?" Malia asked. Kira whipped her head to glare at her. "And Kira?"

Allison giggled with her head in her arms.

"It should be an interesting afternoon, let me tell you that." Scott replied with an eyeroll. Allison lifted her head slowly.

"Why do you say that?" She asked with curiosity.

Stiles sighed and crossed his arms as he gestured to a younger looking boy sitting alone at a table not so far away from them.

"Because of that kid."

As everyone turned to look at him, the kid looked up with wide eyes and then looked back down and stared at his lunch.

"That's Liam Dunbar. It's his first day here." Scott commented.

"Is he our age?" Allison wondered.

Scott shook his head. "No, he's a sophomore, I think. But according to the coach, he's really good." Stiles nodded.

"And that's not even the most interesting part about him." He added. "He's transferring from Devenford Prep."

The whole table gasped rather loudly, causing some to look over at them.

"He's from Devenford? What is he even doing here?" Isaac whispered harshly. "Everyone's going to hate him!"

Scott shrugged. "I don't know. That's all Coach said to Stiles and I when he called us into his office last week."

"I feel terrible for him. He probably doesn't even want to be here." Kira said with pity.

"Well, I have a feeling tryouts are not going to go well when the team realizes he's from Devenford." Stiles said. Scott, Isaac, and Kira nodded in agreement.

"Tell us how it goes!" Malia tells them. "We should meet up for ice cream tonight or something. Allison and I will be on the field today anyway. Heather broke her ankle this weekend, so we're looking for her temporary replacement."

The bell rang and everyone began getting up.

"Ice cream tonight, then. Meet in the parking lot at 5:30?" Scott asked as he got up and grabbed Allison's garbage.

The group nodded before going their separate ways.

"Alright, you babies. Today, you all did pretty good." Coach said. "I'm also happy to announce your team captains for this year: Scott McCall and Stiles Stilinski. Hopefully they won't screw up."

Scott and Stiles silently high fived each other as they continued to listen to their Coach babble.

"Don't forget about our annual lacrosse/cheerleading classic in a few weeks. Get your permission slips to me as soon as possible!" He exclaimed. "I'll also be posting the team list on my door before you all leave, so check it out. Practice tomorrow right after school. Don't be late! Yes, that means you Greenberg!"

Scott and Stiles walked slowly to the locker room as the rest of their team sprinted.

"I forgot about that classic, to be honest." Stiles commented.

They passed by Allison and Malia, who were sitting against the fence. They were discussing their tryouts.

"Reena was pretty good...right?" Malia tried. Allison rolled her eyes as she shook her head and crossed her name out.

"Her landings are sloppy. And she's not even that peppy!" Allison sighed frustratedly. "I think the best girl we saw was Lyla, but even she wasn't as good as Heather."

Malia shrugged and grabbed the clipboard. She circled Lyla's name.

"Then let's freaking pray that Heather gets better before Regionals."

"Hey girls. Were your tryouts successful?" Scott asked with a smile.

Allison helped Malia to her feet as she hugged Scott.

"No," Her voice was muffled in Scott's chest. "There were no girls that wowed me. We're doomed." Malia rolled her eyes.

"How was the sophomore at tryouts for you guys?" Malia finally asked. Stiles crossed his arms.

"He definitely made varsity. Coach wasn't kidding, he's amazing." Scott nodded.

"Yeah, I agree, I'm just worried about how well he's going to fit with the rest of the team."

"Makes sense. He's from Devenford...it's not going to be so easy to accept him." Malia answered.

"Scott, you're smelly. Go shower." Allison told him with a scrunched up nose. Malia and Stiles laughed as Scott's feigned a hurt face before walking to the locker room.

The group went to their local diner, Rocky's, to get ice cream and milkshakes. They sat in their regular booth, laughing and occasionally doing homework.

"Malia, what's the answer to 3?" Isaac asked her. She let out a laugh.

"Please, Isaac, I have no idea. Ask Stiles." He pouted and then turned to the boy across from him.

"Stiles-"

"I have to go to the bathroom." He said as he got up from their booth. Malia laughed loud before taking a sip from her milkshake. A few minutes later, Stiles came back.

"Well that was quick." Isaac commented. Stiles shrugged.

"I didn't actually have to go." The table erupted into laughter.

They heard the door open as the bell rung throughout the diner. They all turned to see who it was. Allison and Malia were rather shocked to see who it was.

"What the hell?!" Allison exclaimed quietly. Malia narrowed her eyes and tilted her head.

Isaac, Scott, and Stiles didn't miss the surprise that Allison and Malia showed.

"Is that-"

"Yeah..."

For it was Lydia Martin who walked through the door, her tight and short Devenford cheer outfit still on her as she entered.

Before she knew it, Allison was up on her feet, walking towards Lydia.

"Wait, Allison!" Malia said.

But it was too late. Allison had already reached the beautiful redhead that was standing in line.

"So...that's…" Stiles stuttered. "That's Lydia?"

Malia turned to look at her friend and slapped his arm.

"Don't even think about it, Stilinski."

Allison crossed her arms and coughed loudly causing Lydia turned to look at the girl. Her green and white uniform clashed with Allison's maroon and white uniform that she was wearing. Allison moved her hands to her hips and narrowed her eyes.

"Lydia."

"Allison?" Lydia responded with a smile. "Hey!" Allison rolled her eyes.

"Lydia, what are you doing here?" Allison asked rather harshly. This time, Lydia noticed that Allison was thoroughly not being nice, and her face fell.

"I...I live here." Allison raised an eyebrow skeptically. She obviously didn't believe her.

"You're joking, right?" Allison scoffed. "Lydia, if you lived here, you would be going to Beacon Hills High and not Devenford."

For the first time in her life, Allison saw Lydia roll her eyes.

"If you stopped attacking me for two seconds, you would remember that Devenford is a private school. It doesn't matter where you live if you go to a private school," She replied with sass. "So no, I'm not joking, I live here. My mom's the assistant principal at Devenford which is the only reason why I go there."

At that moment, the group realized that this was escalating quickly and turned to look away.

"Stiles, what's the derivative of 20x^2+10x?"

Stiles, who didn't really care about math at the moment, was too intrigued by the Devenford cheer captain.

Allison continued to stare her down. Lydia wasn't backing down either.

"God, why do you do this every time we meet?" Lydia asked angrily. Allison was a bit surprised that she was speaking her mind. She usually just smiles and says something nice to her. "Yeah, don't think I've neglected to notice your hostile behavior every time we see each other a competition. And I have never understood you. I have done nothing to you but be polite and nice! Is that not good enough for you?"

Soon, it was her turn to order. Rocky coughed awkwardly, causing the two to break their stare.

"Lydia." He said.

Lydia regained her posture and sighed. She replaced her irritated face with a smile.

"Hey, Rocky. The Martin usual, please." She said. "Oh, add an extra cheeseburger and a chocolate milkshake with that. Mr. Martin is making an appearance tonight." Rocky nodded with content and went to go place the order.

Allison seemed to back off a little from hearing her order.

"...you...you have a "usual" here?" Allison asked weakly. Lydia crossed her arms and nodded.

"Yeah. An extra large fries with a side of cheese, two strawberry milkshakes, one plain burger with lettuce, tomato, and onions and one cheeseburger with lettuce and Rocky's secret sauce." Lydia rambled off.

Allison uncrossed her arms, almost waiting for her to say more. She did.

"When my mom has late night meetings, she doesn't have time to cook. I usually just get us food here because it's quick and close. I live in the neighborhood down the street." Lydia explained.

Allison nodded with understanding and awkwardly stood there as Lydia was waiting for her food.

"Look, I'm-"

"Lydia, here's your food." Rocky interrupted, holding two bags and holder of shakes. Lydia walked to counter and grabbed her food while throwing Rocky a smile.

"Thank you."

Lydia turned to Allison and briefly looked at her before turning towards the door.

"Lydia-"

"See you, Allison." Just as she reached the door, she added, "By the way, the derivative is 40x+10."

With that, Lydia left and Allison trudged back to their table.

"Nice going, Ally," Malia huffed. "You looked like a total bitch in front of everyone here."

Allison moaned and hid her face in her arms.

"I'm a terrible person."

The next day, right before 5th period, Stiles noticed a familiar face walking aimlessly around the freshmen lockers. He hesitated to go talk to her, but eventually sucked it up and walked towards her.

"Lydia?" He asked. Lydia's head whipped up to see the mysterious person who decided to talk to her.

"Uh, hi! Yeah, I'm Lydia," She said nervously. "If you know my name, you must know who I am." She immediately recognized his face as she looked at him closer. "Oh my gosh, you're one of Allison's friends. You must hate me...I just...I have a meeting with Mr. Finstock in about 5 minutes and I have no idea where I'm going and I didn't want to ask anyone because I was afraid they would recognize me and…."

Stiles chuckled softly as he held up his hand to stop her.

"It's alright. I get it. A Devenford student would probably be terrified inside Beacon Hills High during the day. I would probably feel the same if I was in your position," He reassured her. "I don't hate you. I have no reason to."

Lydia smiled softly before looking down at her watch.

"Okay, I have to meet Mr. Finstock like now. Do you think you could point me in the direction of the coach's office?"

Stiles looked at a clock and shrugged.

"Or I can just take you there myself." He suggested.

Lydia blushed slightly before crossing her arms.

"Don't you have class?" She asked skeptically. Stiles shrugged again.

"It's just physics." He replied.

Lydia laughed a little before smiling.

"Lead the way."

They began walking down the almost empty hallway and Stiles noticed that Lydia kept her head down so no one could see her face.

"You're fine. Even if people saw you, the only people that would really point you out and freak out is the cheer squad. And they like to get to class on time," Stiles said. "No need to hide that pretty face of yours."

Lydia blushed harder before lifting her head with relief.

"You're probably right." They were silent for a few seconds.

"What are you doing here, anyway? Shouldn't you be at school?" Stiles wondered aloud.

As they continued to walked together, Lydia giggled and looked at him with a sweet smile. Stiles thought she was the prettiest girl he had ever seen.

"We had a half day today. I got out of school at noon," Lydia told him. "I'm talking to Mr. Finstock about the dorm assignments for the classic in a couple weeks. Initially, the captain of the lacrosse team was supposed to come here, but apparently, they're spending the entire afternoon practicing. My mom made me come."

Stiles chuckled. "I'm glad you came instead of Brett."

Before they knew it, they had reached Coach's office. Now, they were just awkwardly standing in front of the door.

"So…"

"So…."

The bell suddenly rang, indicating that Stiles was now late for his next class.

"I gotta go, but-" Lydia giggled and waved for him to go.

"I'll see you soon, Stilinski."

Stiles left down the hall with a big grin. He turned around to see if Lydia was still standing there, but was slightly disappointed to see that she had gone inside the office.

It wasn't until Stiles sat down in his class with a late pass that he realized he had never told her his name.