Stiles wasn't surprised when his bedroom door burst open and Lydia flew in, all strawberry blonde locks and scattered books that threatened to fall from her bag.
He was however, slightly taken back when he noticed her expression. Her pretty face was contorted with frustration; her brow was puckered in a Stiles like fashion and her bottom lip was almost bleeding from the worrying teeth that chewed upon it.
It wasn't until the books had been dumped upon his bed and she spun to face him with a flourish that he saw unshed tears in her eyes.
Panicking, Stiles rose from his desk chair with worry, tripping over laptop cables in the process and sending his chair flying backwards to the floor.
"Lydia?! What's wrong? What's happened?" Stiles had taken her face in his hands, gently cradling her as his thumbs stroked over her cheeks. His eyes searched hers, frantic for an answer.
"Is it Scott? Or Allison.. Who's hurt? Where's Isaac?" He implored.
Lydia shook her head, her full bottom lip wobbling. Confused, Stiles waited impatiently for a reason that would explain the impromptu bedroom visit.
"I got a B!" Lydia wailed suddenly, her lips in a full pout as she slipped out of the boys gentle hold on her and fell dramatically to the floor.
Stiles struggled to hide his smile at the girl who was now at his feet; her face buried into a fallen pillow as she ranted incoherently about who needs to know quadratic equations anyway.
With the laughter evident in his voice, Stiles lowered himself into a sitting position beside her as he attempted to pry away the pillow from her little clenched fists.
"Lydia…"
He was sure he could hear her cursing Einstein and the existence of werewolves.
"Lydia…"
She mumbled some more before rising for air.
"What?!" Her cheeks were flushed pink from frustration and her eyes dared Stiles to make fun of her.
Luckily, he knew her too well.
"Wanna order some pizza?"
She nodded, her lip still pouting in despair at her "appalling" grade.
"There's ice cream in the freezer." Stiles prompted.
"There is?" She sounded hopeful, crawling into Stiles' lap and winding her arms around his neck.
"Yup." He confirmed, popping the "P". "It's strawberry." His arms slipped easily around her small waist, his fingers delicately stroking the patch of skin that was bared to him between her jumper and skirt.
Lydia's eyes widened slightly and a smile tugged at her lips.
"Wanna watch a movie? I think I have some Disney films lying around somewhere…"
A small gasp of happiness was ended by a squeal - a kiss soon followed that left Stiles smiling.
Stiles always got an A+ when it came to knowing his girlfriend.