To Kei-Kugodgy: I am a very inspired writer ;D
To everyone!: Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoy it and please leave me reviews! 3
I sat on the toilet seat, crying. There was nobody else in there so I full on let out my emotions. I was doing some seriously loud crying! I needed to let it out quickly so that Stiles wouldn't think I had ditched him or something.
After ten minutes of crying, I dried my eyes and waited a few more minutes for the red swelling to go away as much as I could get it too. I walked slowly and hovered outside the library door, really not wanting to go in but I forced myself anyway. Stiles was rubbing his chin as he doodled on a scrap piece of paper. I breathed in deeply and then strutted towards the table and pulled out the chair opposite him.
"Oh, hey", he smiled and slid the paper across the table until it was in front of me. I gasped slightly as my eyes were met with a drawing of a girl sat on a tree stump, laughing. It was super clear that it was supposed to be me and it I did look like me.
"This is really good!" I looked at him while I spoke but then let my eyes fall back onto the slightly crumpled piece of paper.
"It's not", he laughed and then reached over to grab it but I snatched it out of his way, "Alright Lydia, no need to admire yourself!" he teased.
"It's very good", I told him, ignoring the second half of his sentence, "And if you don't think so, then I'll just have to keep it", I grinned and he rolled his eyes playfully.
He sat back in his chair, raising his arms in surrender and I pulled out the first piece of homework I could find. I acted like I knew exactly what I was looking for, since I had told him that it was the reason I was here.
"How do you expect me to help if you're the opposite side of the table?" Stiles laughed as he stood up and stepped over to the chair on my left, "What are you struggling with?"
I tried to remain calm, opening my maths book and turning to the glued-in question sheet. I actually was struggling with this topic – it was the Riemann Hypothesis.
"Oh, this is really easy", Stiles edged his seat closer to mine so that our arms were touching and my heart fluttered. I had to remind myself that he wasn't interested in me and that I was only a friend to him, if that.
"Glad you think so cause I have no clue", I sighed and he shot me his cute lop-sided smile, making my heart swell further. A few days ago, I had hated his guts. Now I was even more in love with him than freshman year and he had broken my heart again, so why didn't I hate him again?
"Okay, so the Riemann hypothesis is a conjecture that the Riemann zeta function has its zeros only at the negative even integers", he explained, looking into my eyes ever so often as he spoke. None of it went in to my head at all but I nodded anyway, pretending.
He carried on talking and it continued to go over my head but I didn't say anything. Every time he leant in close to write something on the other page, my heartbeat rapidly sped up and my breath got caught in my throat.
"Are you getting this?" he stopped writing and turned his head to look at me. Our faces were only inches apart and it was taking everything in me not to kiss him. I nodded, even though I had literally no idea what he had just been saying and no idea how to do it. That's what google is for.
"Okay cool, can you answer this question now?" he pointed to the third question on the paper; he had already answered the first two for me. Crap! I scanned the sheet quickly to see how easy it was to just copy what he had done but I couldn't. There was no way.
I opened my mouth, about to own up but then the bell rang for the end of lunch. Saved by the bell! Stiles moved so that he was no longer leaning in front of me and I closed my math book. We stood up and put our bags onto our backs, then headed out of the door.
"We have English now, right?" he asked me and I nodded in confirmation. We walked together down the hallway to get to our lesson. Stiles opened his mouth as if he were about to say something but was interrupted when a blonde girl put her hand onto his shoulder.
"Hey Stiles", she smirked and squinted her eyes sexily at him. A huge pang of jealously ran through me at the way her hand curled around his shoulder and the way he smiled back at her.
"Hey Erica", he had his hand placed on her hip, almost as if it were normal for them to be that touchy. I suddenly realized it was the same blonde that he had been speaking to next to his Jeep on the second day of senior year.
"There's a party at mine this weekend", she stared deeply into his eyes, "You should come," she grinned. It was clear that she was super into him, could you blame her? It still made me sort of hate her though.
"Maybe", he shrugged. His expression was almost bored but it didn't faze her, it seemed to only make her try harder. She started to rub his shoulder slightly before removing her hand and strutting past, completely ignoring me. I watched her turn a corner and disappear out of sight.
"You coming?" Stiles called out. I snapped my neck to look back at him. He was walking backwards, beckoning me with his hands and giving me his lop-sided smile. I nodded and caught up with him, wanting to ask him about that girl but being too afraid.
We filed into the classroom and took our seats, taking out our books and getting ready to start the lesson. Maybe she was his girlfriend? No… Malia would have mentioned if he had one when telling me about his 'projects'. Also, if he did the whole project thing, that would class as cheating wouldn't it?
"Miss Martin, are you paying attention?" the teacher shouted and I jumped in my seat. Everyone's eyes were now on me and Miss' eyebrows were raised as she waited for an answer.
"Yeah", I bit my lip and she sighed at me in frustration before turning back to the board and writing my name at the side. She always did that when she thought someone wasn't paying attention – everyone would get three chances and then a detention and that was my first chance gone.
"Focus please, Lydia", she instructed me and I nodded. She then turned and continued with her lesson.
"Are you going to the party?" Stiles whispered across to me and I furrowed my eyebrows at him.
"I wasn't invited", I replied and he shrugged. "I can't just show up to her party without an invite!" I whispered exasperatedly.
"Lydia!" the teacher yelled and then turned to write another warning down on the board. I closed my mouth and faced the front, "And you Mr Stilinski, I know she's not just talking to herself", she wrote Stiles' name underneath mine.
"You don't need an invite to come, everyone just shows up", Stiles continued when the teachers back was turned again.
"Are Scott, Kira and Malia going?" I questioned, first checking to make sure the teacher was still not looking.
"No but I'll invite them. I only found out about it just then", he murmured quietly and I nodded.
"That's it, both of you are in detention tonight!" the teacher exclaimed, "And Stiles, if that's your idea of a hushed whisper then you might want to pull the headphones out every once in a while", she added coldly.
He opened his mouth to argue but she raised her hand to cut him off, "I don't want to hear it right now, save it for tonight", she huffed.
Great… detention with Stiles Stilinski. Like I didn't see too much of him anyway! How was I supposed to get over him when things kept pulling us together?
