Chapter 7
Stiles shuffled his feet and walked into History class. It was his last class of the day and he was eager to get it over with. He had spent most of the day lost in his head thinking about her, and he was anxious see her. He looked around the room; it was empty and he was the first student to arrive.
He walked to his desk, and sat down. He reluctantly pulled his text book out of his backpack and laid it out in front of him. He watched as students began walking into the classroom. They filled the empty desks one by one. More students walked in-then there she was.
Lydia walked in, hugging her books tightly against her chest. She instantly made eye contact with him, and he smiled at her. He watched her walk to her desk and open her notepad. She freed her hair from its restraint, and waves of blond hair fell softly down her back. He couldn't take his eyes off of her. She was sexy, and just watching her turned him on.
He was pulled away from his thoughts as their new History teacher walked in. He took a moment to look the man over. He was tall, and slender. His hair was short, blond, and curly. He looked young, and couldn't have been much older than the Seniors sitting in the class. He was wearing jeans and a plain white Polo tee shirt. He seemed laid-back, and Stiles liked that.
The man walked over to the chalkboard, and wrote, Mr. Miles in all capital letters. He turned to look at the class, "Good morning students. I'm Mr. Miles and I will be your new History teacher. My family and I just moved here from Oregon. I'm very excited to meet all of you and I look forward to the rest of the school year." He said with an enthusiastic smile.
Mr. Miles walked over to his desk and opened his history book. "Class turn to page 257. We will be learning about the Civil War, and I suggest you take lots of notes. There will be a test over this on Monday." Mr. Miles said. He walked to the board and began writing.
There was no way Stiles was going to remember any of this. A test on Monday? He had plans this weekend, and was doubtful he would even study. He soon became distracted, and glanced over at Lydia. Her head was was down on the desk and he found this very unusual. Lydia would never sleep in class. Just when he began to worry, her head rose up slowly.
The bell rang, and Lydia was the first out of the classroom. She could still feel blood on her face, and she didn't want Stiles to see. She held her breath, and tried not to fall apart as she made her way through the crowded hallway. Once She made it safely to the bathroom, tears filled her eyes and ran down her cheeks. Her head was pounding and she felt dizzy. She walked to the sink and splashed cold water on her face. She didn't know what had happened.
Strange things were always happening in her life. Would she ever get to be normal? She dried her face with a paper towel and examined herself in the mirror. She was very pale, and her green eyes were blood shot. She pulled her makeup bag out of her purse and began applying concealer under her puffy eyes. She couldn't let him see her like this. She pulled her hair up and put on her best smile.
Stiles was standing in front of his jeep waiting for her. She was the last person out the door and she felt bad for making him wait. She knew he was going to ask her what happened, but she didn't want to talk.
She walked over to where he was standing and stood on the tips of her toes to kiss him. He placed his hands around her hips, and happily leaned into her kiss. His lips were hot, and moved skillfully against hers.
She pulled away to breath, and his hands moved to her face."I was worried about you Lyds," He put his hand on the back of her head and kissed her forehead. She closed her eyes and savored the moment. He was warm and she felt safe in his arms. She relaxed, and let the stress leave her body. She was going to forget the warnings. Stiles was the only thing that made her happy and how could that be bad?
"I'm fine Stiles," She quickly pressed her lips against his, and smiled when he moaned against her mouth. His hands moved down her back, and onto her backside. She felt excitement building in her stomach.
"Let's get out of here," He suggested.
They got into the Jeep and he placed his hand on her knee. She knew where this was all heading. It was only a matter of time, or minutes, before she gave into him completely .