Harris was a jackass. An entitled, over compensating jackass. I hated him and I couldn't for the life of me figure out what took me so long to hop on that bandwagon. Stiles was so right about him. Stiles. His thought alone made me stiffen, feel guilty about even thinking of him, and angry. He was my lab partner and contrary to popular belief, probably the second smartest in the class, apart from me.
Well, he was my lab partner, until Jackass Harris decided to switch up the agenda only half way though the quarter. Now my partner is Erica Reyes. Like seriously? What else could possibly go wrong? First my friends all decided to leave me out of the 'please inform' list and then all the blackouts that leave my body weak and my heart racing- and now, now I have to work with Erica crazy eyes Reyes on a fifty percent of our grade project. Working with Stiles would have been easy, he would have stayed out of my way and checked over my work just to make sure I didn't make a mistake, which I never did. Was Erica good at chemistry? Did she have a perfect grade to uphold? How the hell should I know?
As I left class seething I reconsidered the heels I wore today. Sure they looked great, made me just as tall as Reyes when I got to stare her down as we headed to our new lab table. But right now, trying to make a dramatic and well placed exit they made my usually perfect hip swing lack it's oomph. And that was not okay. Neither was the hand on my shoulder tugging me back. I looked up to see Stiles looking down at me with concern. I shrugged him off and slowed to a stop, right in the middle of the hall. Oh well go around me freshman. Stiles was looking at me expectantly, like he just knew why I was so pissed. I think that made me even more annoyed. And I didn't want him thinking this had anything to do with him no longer being my partner. That was besides the point. That didn't matter.
"You okay there?" He smiled then, adjusting the straps of his backpack.
"Perfect." I sneered.
He laughed at me, just like I knew he would.
"Harris is a total-"
"Jackass." I finished with a sigh.
Stiles nodded enthusiastically. I suppressed a laugh.
"Anyway, I saw your face in class and just wanted to say that Erica isn't all that bad. Give her a chance, she's pretty smart. Well, not as smart as me and all but-"
Stiles smiled, leaving his unfinished sentence hanging in the air around us.
I sighed. I wasn't surprised that he could read me so well, it just annoyed me that he could.
"I'm fine Stiles." I crossed my arms. "and hey, when did you two become so close?"
"What do you mean?" He asked, titling his head to the side.
His lips were set in a confused pout, his brows furrowed over his big brown eyes.
I was annoyed with myself for being so curious, for not letting this go.
"I saw you two at lunch." I felt my answer sufficed.
Stiles nodded, understanding completely, per usual.
"We're friends, and besides Scott's sick and I had no one to eat with."
"You could have ate with me!" I snapped. Out of no where.
We both blinked in surprise. The corner of his full mouth twitched.
"-and Allison." I shook my head with a smile. "Me and Allison."
He ginned. "Allison and I." He corrected me. Stiles Stilinski just corrected me.
I glared and he got the message.
"Well thanks Lydia, next time Scott is sick, I will most definitely eat with you."
He licked his lips.
"-and Allison."
Then he was gone, side stepping out of the way of the incoming traffic of Beacon Hill's High. A shiver ran through me. He seemed different. Very different. This was unlike any conversation we ever had, he seemed controlled, he seemed to lack that usual quirk that I have come to tolerate. He wasn't acting like Stiles and I blamed Erica Reyes. No one could tell me otherwise.