Scott stood at his locker that morning, the hum of chattering students filling his head with faceless conversations. He frowned as attempted to squeeze the last of his books into the small shelves, his attention slightly unfocused.
When the familiar scent of his best friends aftershave and hair product surround him, he muttered a greeting without turning round.
"Alright, bro?''
"Now I'm a 'bro'? That's a new one...''
The alpha frowned and turned his head quickly. He saw no one until his eyeline dropped by almost a foot and he saw Lydia standing before him.
She smiled warmly an eyebrow quirked at his greeting.
Scott smiled back but a confused look fell across his features. He sniffed the air again, wondering if he was extra tired that Monday morning. As Lydia shook her head and took his books off of him, he watched her rearrange his locker until the fit neatly. No, he was sure he had smelt Stiles scent. In fact, Lydia's signature perfume was practically masked by it.
"Lydia...''
The banshee turned round, eyebrows raised in question as Scott peered down at her with curious eyes, "yes, Scott?''
"Why are you covered in Stiles' scent?''

Lydia's eyes went wide and she could feel the heat creep up the back of her neck. Her mouth opened and then closed. She pursed her lips, her brain thinking too much, too fast. Scott stood before her, waiting for an answer. She opened her lips once more and instead of speaking, she brought her fist down onto Scott's arm in a friendly, boyish manner.
He chuckled, still extremely confused and without an answer to his question.

Scott closed his locker, still looking at the girl who refused to meet his gaze. But before he could ask the question again, Isaac jogged up to them, lacrosse stick in hand as he slapped Scott on the back.
"Dude, coach wants everyone in the locker rooms for a talk before practice", he turned to Lydia to smile and wave cheerily in greeting, "Has anyone seen Stiles arou-''.
The boy's words fell to a dead halt as he slowly turned his body and attention away from the other werewolf and faced Lydia.
Her eyes were lowered and she was currently inspecting the floor with extreme interest.
Five pieces of gum, two pens and someone's long lost earring.

"Why do you smell like Stiles?''
"Oh my god, is this the Spanish Inquisition?!'' The girl burst out dramatically, her huffing and flailing arms causing Scott and Isaac to step back and out of the way of danger.
She grabbed her handbag of off the floor, pushing her way between the two taller boys, who wisely let her through without another word.
Lydia stalked down the hall, passing Allison and Kira on the way to the library.
Her best friend called out to her with an easy smile, "Lydia! Since when did you wear jeans?''
Lydia rushed by her, flustered and still blushing. Waving quickly and trying to tame her hair that was getting wilder by the second.
"Since I spend the night at my male best friend's on Valentines day… who knew, huh?''
Her words were hissed and rushed, tumbling out of her lips in a mumble as she scurried by the two girls with ridiculously wide eyes that held nothing but panic.
Kira and Allison shared a glance, both standing in silence as their friend's words registered with them.
"She meant Stiles, right?'' Kira squinted at Allison in confusion, her excited smile slowly growing. A squeal was threatening to erupt and she tried in vain to not clap her hands.
Allison nodded slowly, her mouth still parted in surprise and her eyes following her friends frantically retreating figure through the glass doors ahead of them.
"We should definitely follow her…"
Kira couldn't have agreed more as Allison grabbed her hand and they set off in search for the answers that everyone wanted that morning.

Lydia was trying different breathing techniques as her forehead became best friend's with the cool wood of the library desk.
'In through the nose, out through the mouth… slowly. Sloooowly… Deep breaths'.
She sat slumped across the table, repeating the mantra in her head. She was freaked, she was panicked and she felt out of control. Lydia Martin, did not lose control. Ever.
As soon as Scott's word had left his lips at the lockers, several things flooded her mind:
One, why hadn't she and Stiles realised that two of their best friends had superhero sense and they would be able to pick on the fact she had spent the night in his bed- surrounded by nothing but his scent.
Two, she had probably made things worse by the way she reacted. She groaned and fought the urge to slam her head against the table.
Three, since watching Stiles walk away from her to see his Bio teacher at the main doors, she could not get last night out of her mind. She groaned once more, her stomach and probably five other important organs fluttering against her ribcage.
This time, she really did let her drop onto the table with a dull thump - and that's how Allison and Kira found her.

The bell was ringing for second period as Lydia finished convincing her friends that her and Stiles spent the night watching movies and eating pizza. Which was true, she told herself.
She told Allison with a strong smile that she cancelled her date with Matthew because he drove a Prius and wanted one too many cats. Which really wasn't true.
Kira snorted and Allison rolled her eyes.
By the time the trio had reached their classes for the hour, Lydia had controlled her previously frantic breathing and explained how she had crashed out on Stiles' bed after playing Mario Kart and Stiles had taken the couch like a gentleman.
Which really, really wasn't true. At all.
Her own words resonated in her head and her skin prickled with heat. Like a gentleman.
A gentleman with rough hands, talented fingers and lips that tasted like vodka, gummy worms and dirty words.
She almost choked on her goodbye as her friends left her outside her maths class with placated smiles. Lydia's thoughts were ruining her.

Stiles rushed into the locker room, throwing his bag on an empty bench as he ripped off his tshirt. With the material bunched around his head, he was blind as he attempted to seek out his lacrosse jersey.
"Looking for your jersey?''
Scott's amused voice floated from behind him and when he yanked off his shirt, he cursed as Isaac stood in front of him, grinning from ear to ear.
"Wassup, human?''

Stiles pulled a face at his friend, turning and meeting Scott's fist bump with his own as he continued to search through his locker and bag.
Isaac could barely keep the laughter out of his voice as he asked once more, "looking for your lacrosse jersey, Stiles?''
Stiles' head popped out of his locker, his eyebrows raised and his mouth slightly open.
"Huh? Yeah… yeah I am, did it fall out of my bag or something?''
Scott smiled with excited eyes as he gave the boy a friendly shove to his shoulder.
"Sure you didn't leave it at home?''
Isaac stepped beside him, his lips curled into a smirk, "Yeah, Stiles, leave it at home?''
Stiles pondered their words for a moment, his mind still clouded by sleep and his morning lecture from his bio teacher. Turns out quoting "The Bloodhound Gang" in answer to the reproduction system was neither correct nor appropriate.
Who knew?

"Did I leave it at home…?'' Stiles' brow furrowed as he thought back to packing his bag this morning. His thoughts were interrupted as Isaac slung an arm around his shoulders, squeezing him into a playful headlock.
"Maybe it's lying on the floor, on your desk chair, where Lydia left it after she took it off this morning...''
Stiles practically choked on his own breath as Isaac's words tumbled out of his grinning lips.
"Guys!''
His words went unheard as he managed to struggle his way out of Isaac's grip, holding out his hands in a vain attempt to calm his friends down.
It didn't work.
The werewolves acted like giant puppies as they danced around him in the locker room, their actions ignored by the rest of the sleep deprived team.

Hands reached out to ruffle his hair, shake his shoulder and, weirdly, pinch his cheeks. The boy slapped their hands away with a scowl.
"Lydia was not wearing my lacrosse jers - what?'', he let out a breathy laugh that fell upon deaf ears, "What? Why, why would you even think that?''

"Dude, she strolls up to school this morning wearing jeans that everyone knows she only wear when she hangs at yours… she smells like nothing but you and we're super smart werewolves who can actually smell the material off of her...'' Scott trailed off quietly, his hands fiddling with his lacrosse stick awkwardly. He hated to show off, "So, yeah...''
"You, dog, you!'' Isaac interrupted with a cackle and Scott sighed, rolling his eyes.
Stiles stood still, his mouth hanging open as he processed the large amount of information he had just received.
He had serious damage control to do.

Stiles was sweating and out of breath as he finished telling Scott and Isaac that Lydia had came over to his to watch some movies and hang out. They squinted at him dubiously.
"On Valentine's Day?'' Scott asked, unconvinced.
Stiles launched the ball back to Danny at the other end of the field. Sighing heavily, he wrenched his helmet off and chucked it to the ground. Coaches whistles rang angrily from the bleachers, signally the end of practice.
"Yeah, she wasn't into that dude she had been dating - said he was a douche'', Stiles smirked smugly at his own choice of words.
Isaac and Scott shared a look before glancing back to Stiles.
"We don't have to deal with him, do we?'' Scott asked protectively as Isaac stood behind him, making clawing motions in the air to demonstrate the alpha's meaning.
Stiles was almost ashamed to say he considered the offer for a moment before shaking his head casually.
"Nah, he's a harmless douche''.

The guys showered in a rush, their hair still damp as they crammed their uniforms back into their lockers as they began to split off to reach their next classes.
"So to sum it up, you and Lydia hung out, had pizza and she just crashed at yours after?'' Scott asked his friend.
Stiles nodded furiously, struggling to keep his hair out of his eyes as he avoided giggling freshman in the corridor, "That is all totally true".
"So, nothing happened?" Isaac implored with raised eyebrows.
Stiles didn't trust his voice to answer the last question, so instead, he bit down on his bottom lip and nodded once more, quickly shuffling away from the two wolves and towards his next class.
Maths.

Lydia was sitting in the half empty classroom, re-reading the chapter they had studied the week before. Quadratic formula's swam before her eyes but only skimmed the surface of her mind. She was distracted.
The class slowly began to fill up as students milled in through the doorway. The banshee tried not to scowl as Malia bounded in and dropped herself into the seat in front of her.
"Hi, Lydia!''
'God she was like a puppy', Lydia thought. Instead, she sighed quietly and smiled, murmuring a quiet 'hello' in return.
Minutes had passed as people chattered around her, the doodles she had started in the corner of her notebook began to fill up her page and she frowned at the scribbles. Lydia Martin did not doodle. She took notes.
Stiles screeched to halt in front of the open door, scowling at Liam as he jogged by with his freshman friends and aimed a balled up piece of paper at his head.
He paused at the door, ignored by obvlious students who chatted to their friends and got their last fix of social media before the teacher arrived.
He smiled as his eyes automatically fell to the right of his empty chair. Lydia sat in her seat, her long hair draped around her like a curtain. She sat with her textbook already open, her favourite pen tapping against her full, pouting lips as she glared down at her notebook as if it had said something offensive.

He walked over to his seat, careful to ensure he didn't rush and trip over his own feet. With success, he slipped into his chair quietly and undetected by an extremely distracted Lydia.
He waved casually to Malia as he reached over and tapped Lydia's arm. Her skin was warm under his hand.
He murmured his 'hello' softly, his eyes trained on her long, strawberry hair - waiting for it to be swept out of her face and to be greeted by her warm, wide eyes.

"Hello".
Lydia almost jumped out of her chair, her heart hammering against her chest as she tore her attention away from her scribbles and was met with the sigh worthy smile of Stiles.
He was watching her with curious eyes and she realised she hadn't replied, seconds ticked by. His smile grew as her lips formed shapes but never allowed words to escape.
"Good morning… again'', she let out breathily. 'That should not have been that difficult', she told herself.'
Stiles laughed slightly, turning back into his seat and attempting to focus his attention on the front of the class as their teacher walked in.

Lydia closed her eyes, wondering when the taste of his lips would leave her own. Her brow furrowed as she mentally told herself she didn't want it to.

Stiles sighed heavily as he ran his fingers through his messy hair, remembering the night before and how Lydia had done the same with her own tiny hands. Her gasps and moans flooded through his mind and his fingers twitched on his desk.
He looked over at his friend, watching as her teeth grazed her bottom lip. He ran a hand over his face, almost groaning aloud as he caught her eye and she bit down harder, her eyes ablaze with emotions he had the honour of seeing last night.

Lust, want, need and desperation.