Word spread real fast about Stile's attack in economics. The next day he didn't go to school, but he texted Scott that he would be in school tomorrow. He also mentioned that he was nervous that people, aka Jackson, were going to call him a freak.

Of course whatever Stiles told Scott, Scott told Allison. When she had heard of Stile's nervousness she quickly promised her aid. Her promise explained why she and Lydia were walking to his parked jeep in the morning. Allison planned to walk Stiles to his first class which the whole gang shared. Lydia being there was just a plus for Stiles. The boy was always happy when Lydia was with him.

Lydia however was quite the opposite. While walking to Stile's jeep, she was already complaining. The complaining stopped though when the girls got their first look since Stiles had his attack.

With a manicured eyebrow raised she asked with a tone of disgust. "What is he doing?"

Allison looked to the Jeep and her mouth fell open. Confusion etched on her face she stared at Stiles. Taking a few moments before composing an answer she said. "He's just eating breakfast. It is the most important meal of the day."

"Yeah but I don't think four extra-large orders of curly fries justifies for a breakfast. Allison I'm afraid I might puke if I go near him! I mean who eats fries like that?" Lydia asked in disbelief. Allison rolled her eyes at her and grabbed her arm.

The two ladies walked to the jeep and got a closer look at Stiles. The sophomore was stuffing his face with large amount of curly fries and Allison was actually worried that he might end up choking. Lydia before had a look of disgust, but now had a look of confusion on her face.

She knocked sharply on the window and yelled mockingly. "That is the best impression of a pig eating that I've seen anyone do."

Stiles who was shoving a hand filled with curly fries into his face, looked up sharply in surprise at Lydia. Big brown eyes met green criticizing ones. The two stared at another for a moment and it was Lydia who broke.

Grabbing a firm hold on her bag, she rambled about forgetting something in her car. She left Allison and speed walked to her car. Jumping into the front seat, she put the car into drive and drove out of the parking lot. She drove away from the public eye and tried in vain to escape the memory that was emerging from the depth of her memory.

When the memory finally came to her, she grounded her perfectly straight teeth and snarled out. "GOD DAMN IT! WHY AM I SO STUPID?"

Parking into a near empty parking lot, she let her head fall on the steering wheel. She closed her eyes and let the six year old memory play in her head.


She was walking to the school's parking lot where she hoped her mother was waiting. Her mother was twenty minutes late and the pickup in the front just closed. Entering the parking lot she was already sweating with the sun glaring at her. She looked around to see if there was any protection from the shade. Walking further into the lot, she saw a shaded area that consisted of the back door of the faculty house. There were a few steps there and the roof overhead provided plenty of shade.

Quickly walking to the steps, she halted when a small boy with large brown eyes looked up at her from the steps. The strange boy was eating something like a starved animal. Looking closer she saw that it was curly fries.

The boy smiled at her but the smile fell when she did not return it.

"Hi Lydia." He smiled nervously at her, and tried to wipe off the crumbs on his face. He quickly threw away the trash from the fries and patted the step beside him. "Do you want to sit down?"

"No thank you, my mother will be here to pick me up in a few seconds." She tried to remember the boy's name. He seemed to know hers, but then again everyone knew her name.

The small boy's smile fell, but he nodded back as a reply. The two fourth graders stood in silence and many 'few seconds' passed. The boy constantly moved and shifted, his eyes darted from one side to the other.

Her legs were beginning to hurt and in a huff of annoyance she sat beside the twitchy boy. She noted that he was smaller than her and she smiled at that. It would be only a couple years till the boys dominated over girls in strength and height.

These were crucial years where she had to be strong and make boys fear her. This was so in later years, when they were hopped on steroids and testosterone, there would be a small voice that reminded them to never mess with her.

At least that's what the Harvard's latest edition in Psychology said.

She turned to the small boy and flashed him her signature fake smile at him. He smiled back, a smile that was actually genuine. She didn't know why she felt bad at that. The kid dug into his backpack and brought out a rudimentary phone. It was nothing compared to her phone, which was the latest model from Verizon.

"Do you need a phone to call your mom? You can use mine. You just push the numbers and press this button to send the call. I hope you remember your mom's number. Do you? If you don't that's okay. If my dad comes first we can wait for your mom in the patrol car. Have you ever been in a patrol car? Of course you haven't, that would mean you would have gotten arrested. I'm sure you would never get arrested, you wouldn't do anything bad. You're to nic-"

"No thanks, I have a phone." She snapped back at him. At least during his ramble she had finally learned who this kid was. This was the newly appointed sheriff's kid. All she knew about his name was that it was something weird.

During his ramble she had taken her own phone out and texted her mother to hurry up and pick her up. When she didn't get a reply she dialed her mother's number. The call was answered, but she could tell not intentionally.

She could hear her mother and father argue in the car. The yells and insults coming from the phone were loud enough to where the kid was able to hear. Her face blushing, she hung up the call and glanced at the boy to see his reaction. He had busied himself by digging through his backpack. But she knew he had heard.

He now knew that the perfect Lydia Martin's parents had screaming matches.

"I swear sometimes it's like I only have one parent." She tried to laugh it off and seem like her parents screaming at one another was no big deal.

The sheriff's son placed his hand on her knee and said in a small voice. "I know it sucks, but it will get better."

The comforting gesture was wasted as she jerked her knee away from his hand. She turned to him with fierce green eyes and snarled out. "Don't try to act like you know how it feels to have only one parent. I saw your parents at Open House. Your mom was the first one in and she gushed over all your work while your dad just watched proudly. It doesn't take a genius to see that your parents love each other. So don't you dare try to act like you know the pain of seeing your parents fight with one another!"

Her mouth fell open after her out-of-character burst and she quickly shut it when she saw the expression on the boy's face. It was one of pure pain and sadness.

His face was now pale and with shaking hands he zipped up his backpack. Without a word he stood up from the step and walked away. She watched him walk away and knew when he brought his hand up to his face, he was wiping away tears. He walked off the school grounds and soon he was out of her sight.

She sat there for the next thirty minutes and soon guilt came and slowly began to consume her. She didn't know what exactly she said that caused such a reaction from the boy but she was sorry. If there was one thing she would remember from that boy, it was that everything about him was genuine.

His smile, his sadness and his pain were all raw and true. He wasn't fake like her.

Footsteps interrupted her thoughts and turning to the sound she realized something else. The boy's surprised face was also genuine.

The boy was holding a greasy bag in one hand while the other held a drink. The boy whose mouth was filled with curly fries stared in surprise and shock at her. Turning around he quickly chewed the mouthful and after clearing his mouth did he turn around.

"I thought you would have left by now." He muttered loud enough for her to hear. She didn't reply and she didn't say anything when he sat next to her. He threw his hand into the bag and brought out a handful of curly fries. His face was one of anger and frustration as he devoured the fries.

She watched as he stuffed his face and began to eat the fries in an alarming speed. Her face expressed disgust and she couldn't hold her tongue any longer. "Why must you eat those fries in the style of a pig?"

The boy's hand froze midway in the bag. His face was expressionless when he turned to her and said. "They used to be my mom's favorite food."

'Used to' Her mind screamed at her. She studied the boy's face and saw that his eyes were puffy and red. His mouth was covered with pieces of fries and his hands were covered in grease. She looked closer to see that his hands were blotched red.

"How hot are those fries?" She asked in alarm.

"Just came out of the fryer." He said through a mouthful of fries.

"You're going to burn yourself. Well even more!" She tried to grab the fries but a small thin arm stretched far enough to where she couldn't reach the bag.

"They make me feel close to my mom. If you don't like it then you can just leave." The large brown eyes glared at her and she instantly stopped reaching for the bag. The two once again sat in silence except for the chewing of the curly fries from the boy. When the hand reached into the bag only to feel the paper bottom, he aggressively bunched the bag and threw it in the bushes.

A quick glance showed her several other identical grease spotted bags.

She took another glance at the boy and in a rare moment she comforted someone. Replicating his earlier move, she placed her small hand on his knee that was jittering up and down. The knee slowed down and all the other little movements he was making slowed to a stop.

He stared down at her hand and for one moment, it looked like he was going to start crying. She gripped his knee in a show of support but a honk of a horn had both of them jumping. Her parents were waiting in the parking lot and both looked very upset.

She turned to the boy and saw that he already had a smile on his face.

But it wasn't real. It was just a mask. A mask too complex for a ten year old, but then again she too donned a complicated mask.

He smiled at her and said happily. "I'll see you in school on Monday."

"Do you want us to wait till your dad comes to pick you up?" She was stuck between waiting for someone to pick up the boy and leaving the school grounds so no one could see her arguing parents. The horn honked again and the boy answered by waving his hand and said with that fake smile. "Bye Lydia."

"Goodbye…" She stopped and realized that she never got his name. The boy didn't seem to notice and was already busy on his cellphone. She jumped into the car and stared at the boy as the car drove out of the school parking lot. Before the car could drive away the boy looked up and smiled sadly at her. She weakly smiled back at him and for a moment she knew that they both saw through each other's mask.

She saw a sad boy who was heavily damaged by his mother's death, while he saw that she wasn't perfect, not anywhere close to it.

She was determined to find his name tomorrow. She would be friends with him.


The fight her parents had that night was one of the worst. The small boy was soon forgotten and fights, promises and screams replaced him. Her mask got harder and thicker and the determination to find the boy's name vanished. Instead she was determined to be perfect. Over the years, the day she chatted with the sheriff's son didn't exist to her. Because that was the day where her mask fell and she didn't want to remember that.


The sun was setting and his teeth chattered as the night air began to make its presence. He rubbed his knees and hoped his father would pick him up soon. He said he would pick him when he could but he didn't think that his father meant he would have to wait this long.

When Lydia left he quickly finished his homework and was now just trying to keep his mind track on anything but his mother. His heart already ached over what Lydia had told him. He knew she was sorry for what she had said, but it still hurt.

It had only been two months and yet….No he was not going to think about her. He wrung his hands but stopped when pain erupted in them.

He did it again.

He ate the curly fries when they were still too hot. But he couldn't stop himself when they were in his hands. He had to eat them because they used to be her favorite.

He missed her so much.

He lowered his head on his knees and tried to stop the feeling of dread to consume him. Thankfully a siren went off and he looked up to see his father driving into the empty parking lot. A weight lifted from his chest and he couldn't but smile. His father jumped out of the car and quickly ran over to him.

"Stiles! I'm sorry I'm so late. I got roped into something and I couldn't-" He stopped apologizing when his son ran to him and hugged him tightly. He hugged his son back and for a moment they stayed like that.

Clearing his throat, the sheriff drew back and both of them jumped in the patrol car.

"What sounds good for dinner tonight?"

"A hamburger and curly fries sounds good right now." He replied with a smile on his face. His father smiled back and when he started driving Stiles made sure to cover his hands with his sleeves. Though his stomach was full and he felt sick, the feeling of his missing his mother overpowered them.


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