Author's Note: Thank you so much for the reviews. I had a lot of fun writing this chapter. Hope you like it!

"She likes dark chocolate better than milk chocolate, has been practicing archery since she was 9, and she has really strict parents," Scott had been talking about Allison for over an hour. Stiles had no idea how he'd managed to get all this information on her in the time it took him to drive from school to her house.

"Did you find out her favorite Disney princess?" Stiles asked.

"No," Scotts face fell. "Should I have?"

Stiles laughed. Scott was usually pretty easy to mess with, but lovesick Scott...

"Did you ask her out? Or just interrogate her?"

"Not exactly..." Scott lowered his head in shame.

"Come on, man!" Stiles chastised him. "I took one for the team with Lydia Martin so you could hang out with this girl and you didn't even close."

"What do you mean you're not going out?" Lydia cried. She had had to spend time with Stiles Stilinski for this and Allison didn't get a date with the guy.

"My parents are strict," Allison explained. "Strict and pro-gun. I'm looking out for him. The longer we can keep this from my mom and dad the better. Trust me."

"But how are you going to see if he's worth introducing to your parents eventually if you don't go out?"

Allison shrugs.

"We'll figure something out," Lydia assured her.

Stiles walked down the hallway, trying to brainstorm. There had to be a way to get them together without her parents finding out. But that wasn't the only problem. Scott was nervous. This was the first girl he'd liked in a really long time. He wasn't good at making the first move, or the second. He just needed a little coaching.

Stiles looked up and saw Lydia leaning against a locker and talking to Danny. He didn't know they were friends. Danny said something and Lydia threw back her head and laughed.

That's what she looks like when she smiles, he thought. She certainly didn't do that around him. Ever.

He caught Danny's eye and waved. Danny waved back. Lydia followed his gaze to Stiles and her smile immediately disappeared. She had to be the only person he had this effect on.

"Hey Danny. Lydia," he tried to ignore Lydia's grimace.

"Hey Stiles,"

"Stilinski," Lydia was practically baring her teeth.

"I didn't know you guys knew each other," Danny remarked.

"We do," Stiles said just as Lydia said-

"We don't. I'll see you after school, Danny." And with that, Lydia turned on her heel and left.

"She's friendly," Stiles said sarcastically, looking to Danny and waiting for him to agree.

"Actually, she is," Danny told him. "Lydia's great. She must be in a weird mood today or something."

"She and I don't exactly get a long," Stiles admitted.

"What did you do?" Danny looked at him accusatorially.

Stiles threw up his hands, exasperated.

"I didn't do anything!" he practically yelled. "I've never even talked to her before a couple days ago. What could I possibly have done to make her hate me?"

"Umm, maybe not talk to her for ten years?" Danny challenged.

Stiles rolled his eyes.

"Why are you hanging out with her anyways?" Stiles changed the subject.

"She's tutoring me," Danny told him. "We have a study date tonight."

Stiles had an idea.

Lydia couldn't believe him. She knew he was a jerk but to go behind her back like this was...

Lydia was too angry to think of a word for it. She was too angry to think. Which was probably why she felt comfortable storming into the boys locker room.

"Where's Stiles?" she asked the first meathead she made eye contact with.

"Umm, he's still in the shower," he replied.

Lydia continued through the locker room and slammed right into Jackson Whitmore. She pinned her eyes on the floor, a blush coloring her cheeks.

"Trying to visit me, Martin?" he asked mockingly.

"No," she did her best to keep her voice steady. "I'm looking for a different jerk, so if you could just move out of the way that would be great."

Jackson slid by her, still smiling.

Lydia pressed on, even angrier, if that was possible, and found Stiles.

"Hey!" she called. "Stilinski!"

Stiles made a high pitched sound and instinctively covered himself. Not that Lydia was looking. There was a little wall in between her and... the rest of him.

"Lydia!" she had never seen him this flustered. "What are you doing here?"

"I heard we're going on a double date," she said pointedly. "Allison just told me. Which is weird because... I didn't know about it."

"Well," water ran down Stiles' face in rivulets as he tried to form a good excuse. "You're not wrong."

"What the hell were you thinking?" Lydia challenged him.

"I was thinking about Scott and Allison!" he exclaimed, walking towards her.

Even though the short little wall separated them, Lydia instinctively took a step back.

"I had to do something. They really like each other and they were going to let stupid stuff keep them apart."

"Then why didn't you ask me?" Lydia stepped forward, getting in his face to prove she wasn't intimidated by him. The water had soaked his hair and flattened it out. So whenever he shook his head, trying to drive a point home she was splattered in droplets.

"Because I knew you'd say no. And then we'd be in the same place we were this morning."

He had a point.

"You offered to ride home with me yesterday and you can't stand me, I know this is what you wanted."

Now Lydia's having trouble looking at him. Not only is he right and that's embarrassing for her, but she's starting to realize that charging into the shower when he's naked is kind of a crazy move.

But now not looking him in the eye meant looking somewhere else. Lydia forced herself to make eye contact again.

"Did you have a better plan?" he asked.

She shook her head. A slow, satisfied smile spread across Stiles face as he backed away, into the steady stream of water coming from the shower head. He leaned his head back and sprayed a little water like he was a fountain. Lydia rolled her eyes, wordlessly telling him he was not as cute as he thought he was.

"Was there anything else you wanted to tell me?" she couldn't stand how smug he sounded when he aksed.

"Yeah," Lydia spoke, desperate to have the last word. "You're paying. And don't expect me to put out."

As she walked away she swore she heard Stiles choke on a laugh.