Author's Note: Depending on when I post this…three days or less until Teen Wolf Season 3 begins! Can't wait. So here's another Stydia chapter since I fear we won't get much this season. I feel bad but I kind of already hope their new significant others die or they all break up so we can have my babies get together finally. But I am done with my tangent for now, and I hopefully will be writing more this summer. Maybe for another story but still for this pairing. The theme of this chapter is unrequited love & it is short. But I have some good ideas for this story I think and I can't wait to sit down and piece them all together.
Stiles never expected much of becoming someone who was on an elevated section on the social totem pole. But still he would have at least expected himself to at least be seen as "somewhat popular" or maybe even "sociable". But apparently that wasn't something that was supposed to happen. At least he had Scott, his best friend since elementary school, and at least they weren't on the bottom tear of the popular pyramid. They were the next level up, with a few other small groups of people. The only reason they managed this was because they were slightly less odd then the group below them.
Stiles was generally content with his social status and wellbeing, Scott was less okay with it. But Stiles learned to accept it long ago. Still though, he always had that he and Lydia could be something. Or even just be able to carry on a conversation. That was wishful thinking; she hadn't even spoken to him the entirety of freshman year. It was the end of freshman year and he was still nothing to her. She probably just saw him as another one of her obsessive admirers.
It was crazy that she barley even noticed him or gave him a passing glance, considering how much he adored her. If she did it was probably because he was doing something goofy or stupid. Like having milk squirt out of his nose because of something he saw on YouTube during his lunch period. But he noticed her.
Noticed when she looked happy, sad, or angry at the stupidity of the immature students around her. Noticed how she pretended to only have average intelligence, when she was probably the smartest freshman in the whole school. Noticed her stare out the window in English class because she was so bored with the material. Noticed how content she seemed when the attention was focused on her. Noticed when she brushed her strawberry blonde hair and admired her reflection when she finished. Noticed when she fixed her perfect face with make up after lunch every day. Noticed when Jackson Whittemore was treating her like a piece of garbage. Noticed her run to the girl's bathroom every so often with mascara streamed stains on her perfectly rosy cheeks.
He was almost too busy noticing her to, ironically, notice she was trying to get his attention in freshman health class.
"Stiles? Hello. That is your name right Stiles?" Lydia inquired, waving her hand in front of his face, as she sat next to him and tried to wake him up from his daydream. He couldn't believe she was actually talking to him.
"Wha? Yeah…Stiles…but you can call me whatever you'd like." He joked and flashed a cheesy smile. This was the first time she had spoken to him in so long he wanted to make the conversation as long as he possibly could.
"Um I think you're zipper is down." She said in her snarky-popularity laced voice. His cheeks flashed a dozen shades of red and all of her friends giggled in mockery of him. The last day of freshman year and the love of his life spoke to him for the first time in years and it was about his zipper being unzipped.
He promptly tried to face the other way and zipped his pants back up. While he was embarrassed that they had been unzipped he was still ok with the fact that it had gotten Lydia to utter just a few words to him. He knew it was ridiculous to feel for someone who obviously felt differently but he almost didn't even care.
The laughter had died down when the teacher walked into the classroom and began writing notes and test corrections down on the board from the previous day's final exam. The rest of class was uneventful as he tried to fight off the red from returning to his face, because he knew it would happen if he even so much as thought about it. He figured it was more because she had actually talked to him, not even out of embarrassment really. Finally the bell ring and he was able to escape the room, but not before a feminine hand latched onto his forearm and pulled him back.
"I didn't mean to embarrass you. It just sort of happened…Sorry…Scott." Whoa was Lydia Martin apologizing for being rude? He didn't have time to ask because by the time he realized what was going on, she was already leaving the room. Lydia had made physical contact (not much, but still) with him and apologized. Granted it was an apology to his best friend, even after he reminded her of his own name, but he knew she meant well. He wouldn't be forgetting it anytime soon, especially later. The girl he'd been pinning over since the third grade touched him, in real life. It seemed like things were going his way, at least for the day.
He started imagining that over the summer he would get his license and finally be able to drive the Jeep in the garage that was waiting for him; maybe he'd see her around town too. He imagined that he and Scott would get really good at lacrosse and they would make high positions on the team. He imagined that things were going to change over the summer, and that sophomore year would be completely different. And Lydia would finally notice him, and remember his name. If only he knew how right he had been.