Misery loves Company (Lydia)
Nobody noticed.
Nobody stopped her in the halls to catch -up, no one even waved at her as she walked by.
The only person to welcome her back the entire day was Mr. Finstock. And that was probably just some weird attempt to hit on her, knowing him.
She looked great and no one cared.
She had been gone for two weeks and not one person asked where she had been.
Okay, Well, Allison had asked if she was alright, but that was because she actually knew why she had been gone already.
It didn't count.
And besides, Lydia didn't want to dwell on that kind of stuff.
She tried to change the topic, but Unfortunately most of what Allison had to say revolved solely around either herself or Scott which usually was okay, but lately those two subjects just about bored her to tears.
What Lydia wanted to do was talk about fun things like, nails, or shopping, or -
just then Scott and Stiles walked by.
Allison stopped talking and turned into her locker, pretending to get books.
"Lydia, stop staring, I told you I don't want to give him an excuse to come talk to me."
"Yeah,"Lydia waved her off,"I'll be right back. One sec."
Lydia walked at a brisk pace until she caught up with the two boys.
"Hey," they turned around and were surprised to see her. She wasn't surprised to see the two of them give her a quick up down with the eyes. She knew how she looked.
But back to the point.
"Have either of you seen Jackson?"
Stiles wanted her, she could tell. His mouth was open and he couldn't stop staring at her lips. She bit her bottom one to tease him, keeping her eyes locked on Scott so that Stiles wouldn't know shed done it on purpose.
"Naw, he wasn't in English or weight training. He's probably home. I imagine this whole thing is hitting him pretty hard, ya know?"
Scott continued to ramble on about this paranormal/supernatural crap that Lydia just didn't care about.
God, he and Allison deserve each other, she thought bitterly before making a hasty exit.
"Okay well, I got what I wanted so...bye."
She left them, swinging her hips as she walked just because it made her feel good.
Really she wanted to stomp off in a fit though.
Jackson wasn't here.
It's not that she cared, she was just looking forward to seeing the stupid look on his face when she walked in looking so good in front of everyone.
He would have looked like such an idiot for having dumped her then.
But that would have to be another day she decided as instead she put her brightest smile on and her best foot forward, strutting right up to the Jocks at their lunch table, leaned over it, squeezing her arms close to her sides to help push her boobs out more, and whispered into the closest guy's ear, "So, Greenberg, whatcha doin tonight?"