I sat up quickly breathing hard. Sweat covered my forehead and I could feel the breeze from the window I forgot to shut. I glanced at the clock and noticed it was only two in the morning. I had no idea why I was dreaming about people staring at me as I slowly died of suffocation. I shuddered at the thought and jumped up to shut the window.
It took a little force but I managed and it slammed down with a thud. I froze, waiting to hear my dad stir but there were no disturbances from the room across the hall. As I tip toed back to my bed, I heard a light tap come from behind me. I turned around timidly and saw Scott sitting against the fragile glass. I threw the window back up and allowed Scott inside. He hopped down from the sill and shivered from the cool breeze snaking its way inside my room again.
"What are you doing here?" I whispered as I moved towards my door so I could listen for my dad.
"You know your dad's not here right?" He asked in his normal voice with one eyebrow raised. I dropped my shoulders and sighed knowing he was right. If he had heard the window slam, he would've yelled, asking if I was okay. But he didn't so he couldn't be home.
"Don't evade the question! What are you doing here? We have school tomorrow!" I sounded crankier than usual and it probably had something to do with almost dying in my dream. He rubbed his eyes as he dropped into the chair stationed at my desk. I squinted my eyes to see him knowing he didn't even have to have his eyes open to know where I was.
"I need advice and you're going to hate me for saying this but we've been distant lately and I know it's because of this subject so I just want to get it out in the open." I hung onto every word, not sure where he was going with this. "I've been dating Lydia since the beginning of the year and she's great but I've been thinking of breaking up with her for a while, even before Allison came to town. This would've been so much easier if they hadn't become friends because if I dump Lydia, I'm the jerk Allison's not allowed to date. So how do I break up with Lydia and get Allison?"
How pathetic could a guy get? "Why are you asking me? I've never been in a relationship with a girl, let alone dumped one!" He leaned over and flicked on my Star Wars lamp. I could now see the pain in his face and the tears in his eyes. I wanted to rush forward and give him a hug but remembered we were dudes and we didn't show our feelings that way. I awkwardly rocked from my left foot to my right foot and back again until I thought of something worth mentioning. And then it hit me! "How about finding another guy for Lydia? That way she'll have a rebound and she can break up with you! You still might not get to date Allison right away but over time I'm sure something will happen between the two of you!"
I saw Scott's eyes brighten from underneath his grown out hair. "Stiles, you're brilliant! Now, all we have to do is find someone for Lydia to fall for," he leaned on his palms and furrowed his brows. I wanted to mention my own name but thought it would be too obvious. "How about you?" Did the boy have mind reading powers along with super hearing and eyesight?
"What? Me?"
"Yea, you're perfect! You're already friends so it wouldn't be strange to hang out together and I've seen the way you look at her. I noticed it when we were at the school and she tried to invite you to the movies with us and you almost had an asthma attack. I didn't want to say anything in case it made things uncomfortable but I think I knew the entire time, Which makes me sound like a jerk." His voice grew quieter at the end and he adjusted his gaze to look at the floor.
"It makes you sound like the biggest jerk that ever lived but thank you. As long as you're absolutely okay with it, I would be happy to sweep Lydia off her feet!" I swept my arm across my chest as I talked to dramatize the stereotypical Cinderella story. Scott chuckled and it felt like how it did before Scott got a girlfriend and turned into a werewolf. It felt normal Stiles hanging out with normal Scott and having a normal conversation. Maybe tomorrow wouldn't be so bad.
Scott left shortly after our conversation about Lydia. I began dozing off when the conversation drifted from Lydia Martin to fantasy football leagues. I was exhausted but it didn't slow me down. I had the okay to make the move on Lydia as long as Payson didn't get in my way! I grabbed my backpack with my completely finished homework and took the stairs two at a time.
I popped a waffle into the toaster, sat on the sink and looked out the window as I waited for the ding. My dad's' squad car pulled in and he sat in the driver's seat, talking on the phone. I almost fell off of the sink when the waffle popped up. I quickly pulled it out, lathered it in syrup and ran out the door. I threw my bag in my car and slowly made my way to my dad. I knocked lightly knowing he would jump easily due to a sleepless night.
"Oh, good morning Stiles" his voice lacked purpose and feeling and I basically watched him pass out in his car.
"Where were you last night?" He turned to look out the front window as the car started talking. It was muffled so I couldn't hear what it was saying but my dad seemed worried.
"I'll be right there!"
"Dad, you shouldn't be driving around with no sleep. Can't someone else handle it?"
"I'm the sheriff so I'm the responsible one. No one else can do my job." I backed away hearing the focus in his voice. I got in the Jeep and blasted Katy Perry's Fireworks, determined not to let anything ruin this day!
I ate my waffle as I hurried to school. I got out as the bell rang and ran to the front door before a teacher locked me out. Luckily the teacher manning the door was Miss Morrell, my French teacher. She smiled as she held the door open for me and I ran by without a word. I knew I should've said thank you but my mind was too preoccupied to be pleasant at the moment. I walked slowly to my locker already tired of the day ahead.
I turned the lock on my locker many times but it wouldn't budge. My locker was one of the few that hadn't been replaced this year so it often got caught on a book or loose paper inside. I pounded near the lock but it still wouldn't budge. I thought about going to the office to get someone to open it for me but I had already missed enough History. I marched down the hall.
History was a failure. Mrs. Kalakaski yelled at me for being late and when I tried to explain about my locker malfunctions, she yelled at me for having a bad locker. The periods seemed to move in slow motion but maybe it was because it was only Tuesday. I was both relieved and annoyed when it was time for lunch. Lydia leaned against my locker when I came around the corner to try to get inside again. I paused and recognized her beauty.
Her strawberry blonde hair rained down in ringlets and her green eyes shone brightly against the dull scenery behind her. She wore a lavender skirt with black tights underneath and a black tank top was tucked in. A dark purple purse hung loosely at her side and she wore minimal make up. I liked her better without make up, mostly because whenever she wore it, she covered up her true beauty.
I gulped and slowly made my way over to her before she saw me staring. "Hey Lydia!" She stood up straight and moved over to the locker beside mine. I really hoped it opened this time so it wouldn't be embarrassing.
"Hey. I saw you walk my class this morning halfway through the period. Were you late today?"
"Yea, a little bit. I had a weird conversation with my dad. He came home for five minutes before he sped off to do another sheriff task. I understand that his job is demanding but we haven't talked in a week and he lives across the hall." She looked up pitifully and I averted my gaze. I didn't mean to come off as a whiner but sometimes my ADHD made me sound that way. I fidgeted with my book bag strap as I fidgeted with my locker combo. It still wouldn't open. I was about to walk away when Payson sauntered around the corner and up to us. Lydia smiled as he squeezed between us and hunched over my locker combo. A moment later my locker swung open and he turned around without a word.
I hadn't really hated anyone before, maybe Derek when I first met him but Payson was a whole another story. Derek was annoying only to me but Payson was deliberately getting under my skin. Lydia blushed and ran after him without saying goodbye. I fell to the floor and grabbed my book for Biology. When I had the decision to turn left and go to lunch, I hurriedly turned right and went to library. I tried to study but ended up planning revenge on Payson the Beta.
Sorry I took so long to update and super sorry if its horrible and moving too slow! I'm having a bit of writers block so if you have any suggestions I'll give you a shoutout if I pick your suggestion to use in my story. Anyways hope you enjoy and leave a review!
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