Chapter 4

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He wasn't mad. He wasn't bitter.


But he wasn't his usual bubbly self, always trying to fight for my attention. He didn't take every chance possible to ask me on a date or even talk to me.


I couldn't take it. Allison tried to act like nothing had happened, but Scott was always a little timid around me. I tried to act normal whenever I saw Stiles in the hallway, but couldn't do it. Everytime I saw him, I thought about what he had said. I've always been there. And I realized it was true. He had been there by my side, fighting for my attention, for as long as I could remember. But what hit me hardest was that he was right. I still couldn't see him. And maybe it was time to open my eyes.




I grabbed a slip of paper from my desk and sat down. Come on Lydia. You can do this. Think about the reward. I knew that if I just thought about the possibility of a positive outcome, I would be able to write something. I focused all my attention onto the paper and scribbled a few simple words onto it, right before throwing it into my backpack. The next day at school, I slipped the note into Stiles' locker. This better work.

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