Lydia's POV:

It was the first day of senior year as Allison and I walked down the halls of Beacon Hills. Like every year I was nervous because I didn't know where my classes were and because of Him. Stiles Stilinksi. Every time I see him I get butterflies in my stomach and I feel like I'm going to throw up, which wasn't very attractive to be around. Allison was no better with her Him. Isaac Lahey. We've been here for hours and we haven't seen them yet, which gave me a little more time to tell myself that this year would be different.

Don't get me wrong, I tried to talk to him before in fifth grade and it didn't go so well. Ever since then I couldn't get the courage to even cross his path. Pathetic, right? My therapist thinks so. Just to be clear, he's not the only reason I have a therapist.

"You know, I think this year is going to be good for us. We have new looks and new personalities to match." Allison said hopefully as we put our stuff in our lockers. The first three periods were a bore.

Over the summer we made a pact that senior year would mean something to us, and that we would at least try to have fun. She was off to a better start than I was. Her long dark brown locks were cut to shoulder length and lightened to a sandy blonde with dark lowlights. I, on the other hand, kept my ordinary strawberry blonde locks the same length and color. This morning I dared myself to curl it instead of leaving it in a messy bun or letting it hang down all plain like.

She hip-bumped me just as we turned a corner, knocking me into someone. Our items fell to the floor. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry." I bent to pick up our stuff, but other hands beat me to it.

"No, it's okay." A familiar voice said.

I stilled, looking up at Him.

His cinnamon colored eyes looked into my green ones as I rose. "No, it-It's my fault." He apologized, seeming confused. "Uh, you're okay, right?"

A nervous laugh bubbled from my mouth. "Yeah, thanks." I tried not to smile my face off so he wouldn't think I was psychotic.

The bell rung, letting us know we needed to head to fourth period. I tried to side step him, but he did the same, we repeated the same pattern, bringing out bodies closer than I ever thought possible. I felt the butterflies in my stomach flapping to get free. He smiled down at me before moving out the way.

I headed to my class in a daze.

"I can't believe that just happened!" Allison smacked my ass. "You're welcome for that smile on your face."

She was right, but I didn't want to make a big deal about it because it would probably never happen again, and I didn't want to fantasize about it the whole day just to be let down that he barely registered me as a person. I was protecting myself.

"You could've flirted a little harder, you know." She commented.

"Yeah, well you have yet to see Isaac, so I don't want to hear it." I teased as we walked to our fourth period together.

She applied some of her faint pint lip stain that she handed to me to put on. "You know, the moment I see Isaac Lahey he won't forget it." She laughed at the face I was giving her. "Come on, Lydia. What did we say this year was going to be? Fun, as in tonight we are young."

Again, she was right. I really needed to learn how to loosen up. Besides there were other guys out there. None of which have yet to cause the same reaction as Stiles did, but still. I've come close once, but that was done with. If I didn't put myself out there what did I expect to gain?

She smiled at me. "You know I'm right. So tonight we are going to the Twins' party, we're going to dance, and we're going to have fun." She said enthusiastically.

"Ok, that might be taking it a bit far. It's the first day of school."

She rolled her eyes. "Meaning it's the best time to leave our mark." She huffed. "You know I don't care about any of this popularity crap, but I don't want to look back on my life and wonder what would've happened if we lived a little."

We entered the classroom, heading for the middle of the room. I gave her a smile. "You win." I ran my fingers through my hair as I took my seat, crossing my bare legs under the desk. Allison took her seat beside me with a wide eyes. "What?" I asked.

She suppressed a laugh as she texted me. Whatever you do, don't look to your right.

Like the rebel I so obviously was, I looked. There sat Stiles Stilinski talking to Isaac Lahey, who happened to look at me with a smile. Stiles turned to see what had caught Isaac's attention and our eyes met. I turned toward Allison who had an amused grin on her face. "I hate you." I whispered.

"You love me." She blew me a kiss.

How was she not nervous with Isaac in the same room, who happened to be sitting on the other side of her? She didn't even flinch. I texted her. What are you doing? He's sitting right next to you.

Playing hard to get, she texted back. She started talking to some girl in front of her, knowing that Isaac was paying every bit of attention to her. Why couldn't I be like that? My nerves threatened to overtake me as I told myself that Stiles probably already forgot who I was, so there was no real reason to be nervous. He'd never talk to me again.

Mr. Harris, our biology teacher, came in just before the bell rung with a scowl on his face. He went on about something that I didn't bother to listen to. I was too focused on not looking stupid in front of Stiles. I dared to peep at him, he was writing in his notebook looking adorable as he tried to get down everything Harris said.

He looked up to see me staring at him. My initial thought was to look away as fast I could, but instead I grinned at him. He just stared at me like I had two heads, so pretended to focus on Harris until the bell rung.

Lunch time. Thank God, I'm starving. Allison and I walked arm in arm as we headed to the cafeteria. "What happened with Isaac?"

She smiled. "He introduced himself, as if I didn't know who he was."

"And?"

"And I ignored him after I told my name. I made sure to smile at him."

I laughed at how good she became at this all of a sudden. "You had more luck than I did. Stiles just stared at me."

She grinned. "That's because he was too stunned by your beauty."

Now that was ridiculous. "Okay, someone's let their momentary highness go to their head."

We grabbed our lunch then headed outside because that's where you sat when you didn't give a fuck, which was more of Allison's idea. She just knew that Stiles and Isaac would demand to eat with us just because they sat outside, and we happen to be sitting at their usual table. I didn't have the heart to tell her she being optimistically naïve because I didn't want her to get bad again. When she was bad she was bad.

"So how are we getting inviting to this party?" I asked.

She eyed the Twins as I began eating my cheeseburger and fries. "Don't worry. I feel confident enough in my feminine prowess to work something out." Just as she said that she caught Aiden's eye, and he began checking her out.

I couldn't hold back my laughter. "Are you serious? It can't be that easy."

"What can't be that easy?" An unfamiliar voice asked from behind us.

We both looked to see Isaac with a smirk on his face and Stiles looking bored as they sat at the table with us. My burger was on its way up my throat, I already knew it. How else could I embarrass myself in front of him today?

"You guys are going to Ethan and Aiden's party tonight, right?" She asked.

He smiled at her. "Yeah, you want to come with us?"

"Sure, we were going anyway." She picked at her salad.

Stiles met my eyes. "What's your name?"

My voice caught in my throat, "Lydia."

"Lydia Martin?" Isaac asked me with intrigued eyes.

I nodded. "Yeah, why? You know something I don't?"

He grinned as he looked at Stiles. "Nothing. You just sounded familiar." He turned his attention back to Allison.

Stiles sat closer to me. "I'm Stiles."

I tried to hold back my smile, but I couldn't. "I know."

His brow arched.

"We sort of ran into each other earlier. I saw your name on composition book."

He made a face that I laughed at. "Oh."

STILES' POV:

When I told Isaac that I ran into Lydia earlier he almost shit himself. And with good reason. She was the one person that I was not supposed to interact with. I had specific orders not to. Now I was sitting across from her at our lunch table while Isaac couldn't keep his testerone in check and leave Allison alone. He knew exactly who she was, and I knew exactly who Lydia was. They just didn't know who they were. It wasn't our jobs to interact with them, just watch over them. I made the mistake of getting attached to Lydia. She was just so beautiful and fair. I could easily pick her out from a crowd, even before she underwent her one-eighty appearance, which made her seem even more forbidden.

I remember growing up with her in grade school, and then this thing happened to Isaac and I that changed us and suddenly it was all about her. At first, I didn't mind it, but then it got to the point where I was daydreaming about her. Looking at her eat her burger now felt surreal. I didn't know what to say; I wanted to impress her, but I should be pushing her away. Damn Isaac for wanting what he can't have.

"So, Stiles…" Lydia trailed off while looking into my eyes. "Are you going to eat those curly fries over there?"

Hell, I wanted them, but she could have it. "No, I actually got them in hopes you would ask for them." I joked, which smiled at as I slid the fries her way.

What did I just do? I tried to call myself down by saying they were just fries, but this was so much more than that, then I heard Deucalion's voice in my head. I shot up from my seat. "I'm sorry, I forgot I have to do something."

Isaac stopped me before I got to the door, which was a good distance away from the table the girls were sitting at. "Hey, what's wrong with you?" He whispered.

Was he kidding? "Isaac, you know what's wrong. Think of all the things Deucalion will do to us if he finds out this went down! You know firsthand what he's capable of." I gave a pointed look at the girls, accidently locking eyes with Lydia before looking back at Isaac. "We can't be seen with them, not unless you want to get what happened last time." I turned.

"Wait." He grabbed my arm.

I yanked it away. "Fix it, Isaac or I will and it won't be pretty." I threatened before walking away.