Wow. It's been SO long since I updates this, and I'm sorry time a BILLION! My laptop charger was broken for quiet some time now, and my laptop was dead. I simply lost hope in this story until I re-read all the reviews and I forgot how much people actually liked my story.

I remember reading a story, and was bummed someone never finished it. But, it hit me that I was doing what they were doing and giving up or lost hope or ideas. I'll try my hardest to update, I hope you all don't think I'm a slacker or anything.

I don't own Teen Wolf in any shape or form. All rights go to MTV and Jeff Davis.

She took her seat in Chemistry. The wooden seat felt different. It wasn't cushioned like her car seat, her bed and her hospital bed were. She was the first to enter the classroom. Mr. Harris had tutorials for students who had been failing his class and as soon as all the students left he flees as well. Lydia assumed the teachers lounge.

She huffed and looked around the classroom. Just as she remembered. She looked at her desk, seeing the carving of a heart at the top corner hadn't moved, and the little words at the center of the wood had only been smudged, it was still readable: Kate wuz here!

She couldn't help but roll her eyes at the students stupidity. The absurd students at Beacon Hills high wouldn't get on Lydia's nerves so easily. As she examined the rest of the class room, the warning bell rang.

She huffed and saw the bodies flood in. There care-free expressions changed once they saw the strawberry blond, and instantly whisper to their right and left. Lydia only lifted her head higher, smoothing out her black skirt she looked straight on the black board and began her assignment in the book.

She flipped the pages, reading the context she was supposed to but she couldn't help but hear the ongoing conversation, "Oh my God... did you see Lydia Martin is back?"

"Oh I know. I liked it better when she wasn't here."

Lydia furred her brows in confusion and shock. She knew the girls and Beacon Hills envied the ground she walked and wouldn't dare speak one word to her, but now it was like her years and years of climbing to the top she'd been shot down to the bottom.

She shook her head, looking down at the book and turned the page, writing quick notes in her purple gel pen. "She looks so dumb." She giggled, Lydia rolled her eyes but didn't look up. She didn't even know how the girls' voices belonged to, let alone cared.

"I know. Thinks she still owns the school," she laughed, "yeah right."

At this Lydia looked away from her desk and searched for the voices owners. But couldn't spot them. The whole class seemed to be in deep conversation with their friends and neighbors besides her. She huffed and dropped her pen, rubbing her forehead she began to get a headache. The doctor warned her about this.

The bell rang, signaling if students were still roaming the halls, they better hurry their lazy- asses to class. She looked up at Mr. Harris, who walked in the class and was in the middle of shutting his door before two bodies collided with it, pushing it open and entering the classroom.

The class seemed to care less about the two boys. "We're here, we're here." Scott huffed, panting for air as if the two ran all the way from Mexico.

"Yes, Mr. McCall, Mr. Stilinski would you like to join my class today? Or maybe you could sleep in another hour and wait?" His irritated voice told Stiles and Scott to sit down and shut the hell, and that's what they both did.

Stiles drifted off from Scott, who sat at his assigned seat at the front, where Mr. Harris specifically moved him for talking to Stiles, while Stiles sat behind Lydia. But as he walked, he merely tripped at the sight of his third grade crush, taken back at her arrival. He stumbled to his seat, looking at her wavy hair touching his desk as she leaned back in her seat.

Scott looked back at Stiles, but of coarse caught his gimps of Lydia. He looked back at Stiles, giving his buddy and confused look while Stiles simply shrugged.

"The replication of the DNA is... Scott, would you and Stiles like to pay attention to my lesson, or do I have to explain it in terms only you two will understand?" The class muffled a chuckle at the two boys being chewed out twice in one day.

Scott turned to his red faced teacher who he could tell was getting irate with both of them before even turning around. "No- no sir..."

"Good. Now back to the lesson. Scott, can you please indicate the importance of DNA in the human body?" Scott was flushed, and looked around him only to see uncaring faces. He shook his head, looking down at his desk. "Mr. Stilinski?"

Stiles looked up at his teacher, and shook his head no. "Anyone?" No one rose their hand. It wasn't like he was surprised, this wasn't his strongest class either way.

Lydia rolled her eyes as her hand rose with confidence. "Yes, Ms. Martin?" He grinned at her. She'd been gone for so long he had forgotten what a true student should act like, and lets not forget her stunning personality.

"DNA in the body contains important genetic information that teaches the body how to produce the correct proteins for proper human function. Without DNA, the body wouldn't know how to create cells and therefore bodily functions will not preform." She told, turning heads as the students looked back at her.

He grinned, "Very good Ms. Martin. Great to have you back."

"Show off," one coughed, as the whole class emerged in laughter. Lydia looked around the room, bewildered that they even had the nerve to say something so cold.

"Settle down, settle down." Mr. Harris orders. "Now open your textbooks and read chapter 3." He snapped, sitting at his desk, stressed from grading so many papers.

Lydia looked down at the old text book and continued her reading, that is, until a light tap was felt on her right shoulder. Lydia shut her eyes for a moment, getting annoyed at the students here she almost forgot about how much she wanted to strangle most of them.

Lydia turned her head, "Um... hey Lydia," Lydia watched, and the memories came flooding back to her. His buzzed hair was growing out since the time she saw it, and he was wearing a leather jacket not a tuxedo jacket. But his face was so remember-able. His brown eyes and his pale cheeks were burned deep into her mind.

"Um, I just wanted to know if you-"

"You're Stiles." She said bluntly, cutting him off without care. Telling him what he already knew, his mouth was gaped open from his talking, but also from her spontaneous question.

Stiles grinned, "Well-"

"Tell me what that thing was that attacked me, now." She ordered, demanding her answer. Her straight forwardness only was a result in her annoyed state at high school in general and the killer headache that was stabbing her brain each time her eyes moved.

Stiles squirmed in his seat, "what thing?" He tried lying, only for her glare to harden, he cleared his throat and looked away from her.

Lydia only raised her eye brow. Stiles caved, trying his hardest to ignore her, "what do you remember, exactly?" He asked.

"I remember you taking me to the formal, and a man eating me." She said coldly.

"Well I wouldn't say he was eating you, more like tasting." Stiles shrugged, and looked away. He really didn't want to have this conversation with her, not until Scott was there.

"I had a near death experience I deserve a answer."

Stiles looked at Scott, whose head was buried deep in his textbook, though he knew better. He was listening in. He looked at Mr. Harris, whose was oblivious to the conversation at all. Stiles sighed and looked at her, "I have no idea."

Lydia watched him and turned around in her seat, crossing her arms. He tapped her shoulder once more, and at the feel of his touch she couldn't help but roll her eyes. She turned around, "What is it?" She snapped, getting annoyed at the second.

"Um... one more thing, you wouldn't happen to remember a confession I told you, would you?" Stiles asked, on high hopes that she wouldn't have any memory of his love confession towards her.

Lydia smiled to herself, and turned further around in her seat, "The whole confession." She grinned, her red lipstick perfectly on her lips. She winked, her flirtatious actions gave Stiles chills as she turned her head, reading the text book once again.

Stiles let out the air he'd been holding in since he asked, finally opening the textbook and glancing at the pages. Scott laughed to himself. He drowned out sight of the Chemistry equations and listened in on his best friends conversation, he too was interested on what Lydia remembered.

As the class went by and Mr. Harris gave out a spontaneous pop quiz, the class came to a never ending close. The loud bell caught Scott off guard as he usually was aware of the time and when exactly the bell would ring.

Lydia rose and walked out of the class and towards her next one, spotting Allison outside the of her class, waiting on Scott McCall. Allison of coarse never noticed Lydia, her head was down and her eyes were fixed on her cell phone.

Lydia stopped in front of her, arms crossed. Her brown leather jacket squeaked as her actions were taking place, making Allison grin up at her, thinking it was Scott. Allison grinned wider, "Lydia? Oh my God," Allison took a step forward, hugging the strawberry blond in a not- so- tight- because- I don't- want- to- injure- my- best- friend kind of hug, but pulled away once Lydia never wrapped hers around Allison.

Allison smile was still plastered, but her eyes were confused and her face had fallen. "Lydia? What's wrong?"

By then Scott and Stiles' after class lecture had ended and the two exited the classroom, stopping, of coarse, once Scott spotted his girlfriend, making his partner in crime come to a halt as well.

"What's wrong?" Lydia put her index finger to her chin, looking upward as if she were in deep thought. This made Allison frown in disappointment. "Hm, my supposed best friend didn't even send a card. Goodbye Allison, I wish you the best." Lydia walked away from the trio and began strutting down the hallway, taking in every glance.

Well, reviews would really make my day. As I mentioned in my other story I ordered myself a Teen Wolf poster for Christmas and the shipping lost it! Not very pleased, but they'll ship another in no time!

Well, we see Allison and Lydia's relationship isn't on a very clean road. You tell me, should Lydia forgive Allison, or not? And also, who do you want paired together, and in the story?