Stiles felt the looks of confusion and bewilderment before he got out of his jeep. "Stiles?!" Scott waked up and gave him a once-over, raising his eyebrows slightly, "What happened to you? Why are you all dressed up?" Stiles looked down and took a deep breath to control his heartbeat, "Just decided I wanted to go for a different look. I know I'm not the only one whose changed his look halfway through the year, am I?" Scott shrugged, "Sure I mean... I guess so, I thought it might have something to do with the fact that Lydia is newly single and there is definitely some tension between you too." Stiles laughed loudly and shook his head, "No there isn't, Scott. I wish that there was but we're just friends."
"Who?"
Scott laughed and Stiles turned a deep shade of red, "Uh... no one, how are you?" Lydia made a choking sound, "Stiles?! Wh-What...?" Stiles' cheeks felt so hot that he was sure someone could cook on them. "Uh... I just decided to change my look." Lydia raised one brow, "In the middle of the school year?" Stiles struggled to keep his heart rate under control and felt his shirt get colder and colder. "Yeah, just wanted to see the public reaction... I didn't expect everyone to be so shocked." Lydia laughed and looped her arm through his, "Walk me to class?" she asked and Stiles felt his heart skip a beat, earning him a knowing look from Scott. "Of course, I thought you'd never ask."
Remember the goal, Stiles. We didn't send you back to your school to flirt, we sent you back to catch a killer. Remember that, don't get distracted. No good job or nice cover, just a reminder that he was lying to everyone who meant anything to him, as if he didn't feel guilty enough. "Stiles, are you okay?" He was snapped back to reality by a very concerned looking Lydia. Stiles put on a smile and said, "What do you mean? Why wouldn't I be?" Lydia stopped and turned sharply on him, "Stiles I know something's up. I came downstairs and I saw outside where tire marks and you didn't answer when I called, You come back to school dressed up and claim that you wanted to 'change your look'. I know you Stiles, what's going on?"
Don't slip, Stiles we're sending in reinforcement, just hang tight. He is on his way, stay strong.
Just as the voice in his ear microphone clicked off he heard his name down the hall. "Stiles! Listen thanks for helping me out yesterday I know it was short notice but my mom really appreciates you flying down to help take care of my little brothers, and again I'm so sorry that Mike dropped your phone in the pond I swear I'll get you a new one." Stiles nodded, "No problem, tell her it was my pleasure, they're good kids." The boy walked up beside him and smiled at Lydia, "Your boyfriend here is a lifesaver... Mom had to stay at the hospital with dad and Stiles flew down to help us out, he's a great guy. I'm Sam by the way." Lydia nodded and stuck out a hand, "Lydia. Stiles isn't my boyfriend but he is a great guy, you're right about that."
She turned and looked at Stiles, "I'm going into class, I'll see you later." Lydia turned to walk into class but turned around quickly and hugged Stiles briefly before she hurried into the classroom. Sam whistled lightly, "Dang. I get it now, if I had a girl like that... well I might not even be here right now. She's a keeper, that one." Stiles sighed and leaned his head back against the wall, "Who are you?" Sam frowned, "Like I told your almost-girlfriend, I'm Sam." Stiles sighed in annoyance, "I know that, I mean who are you really? Why are you here?" Sam smiled, "This is my school, now." Stiles shook his head in confusion and this time Sam sighed in annoyance, "I'm your partner, Agent Stiles,"