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Lydia's POV
Everyone thinks I'm in love with Stiles Stilinski. That's probably because I stare at him and his girlfriend Malia Hale longingly as they walk down the hallway, and gaze at him in class. But, he's not the one on my mind.
I'm absolutely and totally in love with Malia Hale.
I stare at them in the hallways because the it's the only way I can cover up checking her out, since everyone thinks I'm looking at Stiles. And the gazes I give him in class are actually glares. Don't get me wrong, Stiles is a great guy, but it's hard to like the person that's dating the girl you're in love with.
Well, now you know.
I angrily cut the engine of my car, angrily got out of my car, angrily slammed the car door, and angrily stomped my way up to my front door. In case you can't tell, I'm very angry. Scott had just told me: "Back off of Stiles. He's with Malia now." Thanks, Scott. Really, thanks so much for telling me I need to stay away from someone I'm not even interested in. I really appreciate it. Also, thanks for reminding me that they're together. It's not like my stomach ties itself into knots and my heart crushes into billions of pieces every time they're even mentioned or anything. I just love talking about it.
I growl to myself as I unlock my front door, slamming it behind me.
"Lydia Martin! What did I say about slamming doors?" I hear my mother's muffled voice yell from the kitchen. Oh, right. She's home from work early today.
"Sorry! I didn't mean to!" I lie as I rush up the stairs and close the door to my room quietly. I tossed my bag to the floor and flopped down on my bed, studying the strange pattern on my ceiling as my thoughts drifted to Malia. Her soft, brown-to-blonde hair, her stormy gray-blue eyes, her toned body, her smile, and of course, her lips. Her soft looking, plump red lips that would feel so good against mine. But Stiles gets them. Stiles gets all of it. Stiles gets her. And I can't do anything about it.
Shaking my head, I ripped my bright green eyes away from the ceiling and sighed before changing into white sweatshorts and a light blue crop top uneven at the shoulders. After changing, I threw my strawberry blonde hair into messy bun before opening my backpack and groaning at what I was getting myself into.
Homework.
And lots of it.