Alright so i finally did a second chapter. ive been amongst a crazy past few months and im lucky i can escape by doing this story! i honestly cant wait for june, i just want the new season so bad!


"Look I know it's rare for you, but I do not like being late! I already think my science teacher doesn't like me because he thinks I'm never paying attention!" I scolded Lydia as I power walked through the hallway. She usually takes me to school and as you can tell, we're late.

"I know, my bad. Sorry. But I will assure you, I have a perfectly good reason that I cant exactly explain right now." She said before stopping in front of her next class. "Now I'll see you later, probably around lunch."

"Alright see you then." I said and I walked into the class as Mr. Hariss was giving instruction on a new project that I knew I was already going to have problems with.

"Well nice for you to finally have you, Miss Tate." He looked up and said sarcastically.

"Oh no problem at all. Better late than never." I smiled as brightly as I could in hopes to piss him off.

"Either or, it makes you a nuisance." He looked down at the rest of his papers and instructions, getting the chance to mock him in silence. "What was that, Miss Tate?"

"Nothing, nothing at all." I responded quickly, causing him to give me an estranged look.

"Since you're late, I have to give you a last minute pairing and luckily for you, I had one last student. I'm sure Stiles will fill you in." He said as he pointed to the back room where Stiles' head shot up immediately.

"Great. What are the odds." I muttered as I slumped my arms down.

"I'm sure you guys know each other. Go take a seat." He gestured. I trudged my way back to where he was sitting next to Isaac and a blonde girl.

"You're fucking kidding me." He threw his head back and back onto the desk.

"Oh shut up, I didn't want this either." I rolled my eyes.

"Sir, do we have the option to do this by ourselves?" Stiles asked as he shot his hand through the air which I think defeats the purpose of raising his hand if he already asked the question.

"No, this is a two people project."

"Is failing an option?" What a fucking dick.

"I'm sure your father would not like that, Mr. Stilinski. Now shut up and start."

"Well that guy is quite the hard ass." I raised my eyebrow.

"Yeah you have no idea. This guy has had it out for me from the beginning." stiles said getting out the equipment we needed.

"I was starting to think that for myself but he obviously doesn't like you anymore than he does me." I started filling the beaker with the liquid we were given along with powder and mixing the two.

"Well you get used to it." He simply said. "No no no, don't do that!" He rushed to stop me from pouring anymore liquid in there and grabbed the beaker out of my hands.

"What was that for?" I asked offended by his actions.

"You were just going to cause an explosion! Not a big one, but I don't want to clean up your mess!"

"Well I'm sorry, I don't know what I'm doing, I'm not good at this!"

"Yeah I can tell, you seem to need a lot of help. Just let me figure this out."

"Whatever, I'll just watch." I said resting my arms and observing what he was doing. The odds of getting paired up with someone I don't get along with just astonishes me and I already want it to end.

"The things you were going to mix do not go well together and would create a chemical reaction."

"Well sorry for almost screwing up the assignment. You were the one who said you wanted to fail anyway."

"Well obviously I'm trying not too! If I can just do this, then we both don't fail it."

"I don't see why you're so snippy about it. I'm sure you wont fail this class if one thing went wrong."

"I can see where you stand in school." He said sarcastically, making me irritated.

"I'm not that good at certain things, just like you're not good at being a decent human being."

"Well you're not good at keeping your mouth shut, or not being a bitch." With that final straw I punched him in the arm as hard as I could. "What the fuck?!" he exclaimed.

"Stiles and Malia, keep it down back there." Mr. Harris said looking back at us.

"But she just,"

"I don't care what is going on, wait til after class to deal with it." He interrupted.

"What the fuck was that for?" He whispered harshly.

"You had no right calling me a bitch just because I said one minor thing."

"Well that was also for yesterday for acting like a complete bitch." He emphasized bitch.

"You were being a dick, you started it." I hissed.

"Nobody started your attitude but your own damn self." he said right before the bell rang.

"That's it for class! Before you guys leave I just want to tell you that this isn't over. You guys need to work on this out of school or during whatever period you have. I want a two page paper written on the experiment including hypothesis and reactions. That is one page for each person. I expect it this Friday. You guys may go."

"Great, I have to work with you for the rest of the week and write a paper." stiles said as we started to walk out the door. "Your place or mine?"

"What?" I asked a little dumbfounded.

"Your place or mine? So we can work on the project?" He clarified.

"Oh. Yours. I don't want my parents to think I have a guy over and bother me about it."

"Fair enough. My dad has work so he wont bother me about the same thing. I'll meet you at the front after school." He said and took off. I just want this done and over with.

Stiles POV

"Hey Lydia." I spoke as I waited in front of the building. She looked beautiful today, hell she looked beautiful everyday. I wish her boyfriend wasn't a total fuck-tard. Or that he didn't exist, maybe I can show her how she can be treated right. "Have you seen brat?"

"Um, who?" she asked confused as she stared at her phone.

"Malia. We have a project to work on together and I'm waiting for her."

"Oh. Well that's not nice to call her that, shes my best friend. Shes at her locker, probably. Just wait."

"Yeah well your best friend isn't exactly the nicest person in the world."

"Maybe she just notices how you act and how much of a sarcastic jerk you are." she smirked. Well that was rude.

"Hey you have no room to talk, your boyfriend is the definition of asshole."

"Yeah to you. Hes my boyfriend, I don't get treated like that." I scoffed at her reply. "And excuse me, you wouldn't know. It was nice chatting with you stiles, but I'm off to see my boyfriend, the one you don't know shit about." she turned around and walked off. Whatever then, she can deal with him. A man can only try so many times, and I would probably try many more. I guess I don't know when to give up.

"Hey." I heard Malia say behind me. "Sorry if I was late or something, I was trying to find my notes in my locker and my locker is so unorganized so it took me a while."

"Oh. Its fine, lets just go." I said softly as I still looked in the direction that Lydia walked in.

we walked towards the jeep as I unlocked it a from a few feet away. I didn't really say much, I knew no matter what was said, someone was going to make a snarky remark and then that wasn't going to end well either. I just wanted to get this project done. She surprisingly stayed quiet through mot of the ride, making small talk about music that was playing or what we were going to do for the paper.

"I really hope we don't have to present this." she said quietly.

"Why, whats wrong with doing a presentation?"

"I'm terrible at public speaking. I tend to freeze up."

"Oh. Well its not that bad, we have a somewhat small class. Plus everybody is doing the same thing, so I think it would be pointless to have multiple presentations on the same thing."

"I hope so. That's a better way to look at it, but still, when it comes to public speaking, I'm just terrible at it."

"I can tell." I joked with her.

"Oh shush it." she said defensively, but I guess I saw that coming.

"Hey calm down, I was just messing around, meaningless joking." I defended myself.

"I can never tell with you though. Maybe with that because it didn't come out as rude as it usually does." I didn't acknowledge what she said because I had just pulled into the driveway so I didn't find a use to argue with her.

"This is it." I said simply as I walked up to the porch and unlocked my front door. "I'm warning you right now, my room is kind of messy." we walked up stairs and into my room where there was random papers all over the place, scattered in different areas, different directions.

"Whats with all the papers?" she asked as she stepped in and sat on my computer chair.

"I kind of help my dad with cases so I do a lot of research on things like murders, drug deals, theft, things like that. I kind of hoard certain cases for my own reasons." I said hind the fact that I didn't want to explain why, and she seemed to know that because she didn't ask any further questions about it.

"So it is like a family business thing? Do you plan on being a sheriff when you graduate?" she asked but I just laughed lightly.

"I would like too, but I probably couldn't. I've done so many things that would probably ruin my chances for that. I was like to help with detectives and stuff like that, but I don't think I could be a cop. To be honest, I don't know what I want to do." which was true. I don't know what I could do, I'm lucky my dad was the sheriff and could mask some of the things I did. I've gotten somewhat better but every now and then, I might snap a little.

"Well if you're actually good at these kind of things, I'm sure you could do something like that." I don't know if that was reassuring or not, but it slightly lifted my spirits up.

"so lets get started on that project."