I know, I know... I should be typing up another chapter of Touch of Death, and I will. (Once I figure out an idea...) BUUTT! I had a dream last night( well, or morning since it was around 3:00 I came home and passed out...) about this idea, and I just typed it up. There isn't a lot of Lydia and Stiles stories, actually I believe I'm the only one writing for them, so I'm making another! (Am I the only one who ships these together?)
Oh, and any action lovers... I suggest Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2. It was by far- worth all that waiting. Went to see it at Midnight. Totally, awesome... And I cried at the end, knowing it's all ending... :'( Boo... But hell, it was a great series, and novel and I'm glade I was apart of reading and watching it. I feel like I grew up with the cast...
Okay, enough blabber. Short chapter just to get things started. I'm never good with beginnings and endings... So, PLEASE REVIEW! I can't wait 'till Monday. I'm on my toes watching the trailer for it again and again. Trying to piece this puzzle together...
"And don't forget to buy your tickets to our Junior prom today in the cafeteria." The Principle announced over the intercom.
Several girls squealed; already dreaming about the time they enter the gymnasium with crappy decorations, all eyes on them with their puffy, beautiful dresses dragging across the tile. Their arm hooked with their dates, having a gorgeous, shiny, sparkling crown placed on top of their perfectly made hair.
While the boys rolled their eyes and groaned. Already seeing their girls already getting overly excited for a piece of plastic crown that determines how popular, and beautiful you are. Already hearing their nagging voices to make sure you buy your matching tie to match her dress. Renting a overly priced limo, dealing with the over protective fathers and lets not forget, the dancing.
Scott however was the one who grinned. He tapped Stiles' shoulder who sat in front of him. He was hunched over, most likely sleeping. Scott did have him go into the woods with him to help him train with Derek. It was rough, to say the least.
Stiles flinched, snapping up at the touch. "The answer's B," he said groggily, and loudly. All eyes were now on him, including the teacher. "Oh," was all he said under his breath. Now feeling embarrassed that he shouted, he sank into his seat as the teacher's glares pounded him like a rock.
Stiles quickly jerked his head in Scott's direction. "What?" He snapped. Scott chuckled a bit at his friends embarrassment.
"I just wanted to know who you were gonna ask to the prom?" He asked.
It wasn't like the conversation never came up; Stiles just usually avoided the question until the night of the actual prom. He always shrugged his shoulders, a blank expression was always readable. But it wasn't that Scott really cared. He was more interested in spilling at Stiles about how much he dreamed to ask Allison.
Stiles shrugged, "I don't know. But let me guess, you're gonna ask..." he looked around the room, sarcastic-ly. "Carie? Katie? Allison." His voice flattened at her name. Her's wasn't a question but a positive answer.
Scott nodded and smirked, looking out the window he saw the rain violently hitting the glass windows. Wanting, begging, and pleading to come in and soak them all. "Yeah..."
Stiles only rolled his eyes and faced forward. Did he like Allison? Sure. She was beautiful, creative, intelligent. She had a sense of humor, and she always saw the good in people. But she was a distraction towards Scott. And Stiles did feel like a bit of the third wheel around them. They weren't exactly 'together' more of, "Let's just make out," terms. Which is completely natural for hormonal males in high school. And despite their so called, 'Breakup,' Scott's been more distracted then ever.
Lydia however, due to the prom situation, wasn't all that pleased. You'd think, a girl like Lydia Martin would day dream about every spec of detail from that one night, that she could write a best seller about it. The dress had to be sown to perfection, and it had to hug all her curves. Not one hair out of place.
But, she wasn't looking forward to that night. And the reason: Jackson.
She dreamed he would be the one who would slow dance to that song, and he looked in her eyes and would say, "You look beautiful." She dreamed about her name getting called for prom queen, and her peers would clap and smile, while her competition would pout and fuse. But now, his eyes seem to be locked on Allison. Everyone loved her. Everyone wanted her. Including him. He actually broke up with her the night of the school incident.
She should have saw it coming, the break up. All they ever did was fight. Every little mistake she made he found a reason for it to influence his life. Was it an excuse? Or was he just bored with her, and needed fresher meat? She didn't really want to know the answer to the question. But still, the Allison and Lydia still manages to become friends.
After all, Allison doesn't know about him liking her. And that's the way she plans it to be stayed.
"Nominates for prom King and Queen are: Haley Smith, Carol Para, Maria Blue, Lydia Martin, and Stephanie Henderson. For prom King: Ryan Hendricks, Darren Lo, Chris Walker, and Jackson Whittemore. Don't forget, it's not too late to nominate yourself or your friends to win prom King and Queen."
Scott grinned, tapping Stiles' shoulder once more. He turned, getting quiet angry with his buddy. "What?" He asked.
"Did you hear that?" He grinned.
"Unfortunately no, Scott. I don't have super ears like you or a super dog," his sarcasm showing.
"No," he shakes his head, "No... I'm gonna nominate myself for prom King and we can nominate Allison. A-and if Allison wins, then we'll be forced to dance together and I can talk to her," he smirked.
Stiles sighed, "How does this- at all, interfere with me?" He asked turning back around. Scott ignored him, looking at his test on his desk. But equations and molecules were the last on his mind.
Short? I know... BOOO FOR SHORT! Actually I'm 5'1, I can't be talking...
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