Chapter one

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"Scott! Scott get out of bed we are going to be late for school!" I yell from the bottom of the stairs.

"I'm ready y/n." Scott says with a impatient look on his face.

"Get down here then!" I yell through gritted teeth.

We both run to my car and I drive us both to school.

*At school*

"Hey Scott!" Stiles yells once we get out of the car.

"Hey Stiles." Scott says looking over at him.

"Hey y/n." Stiles says a little less
enthusiastically.

"Hey." I say walking towards the school.

"I kinda get the feeling she hates me." Stiles says looking at Scott.

"No. No." Scott says looking over at Stiles.
"She might."

"Yeah she definitely probably does." Scott says following behind me.

I walk into school knowing that my two "person bodyguards" are following close behind me. Those two couldn't break a twig with both of their strength combined. I'm definitely better without them.

"Y/n?" A familiar voice says behind me.

"Lydia?" I squeal turning around.

"How was your summer?"

"Pretty good. Other than the fact that Stiles was at my house every day."

"I'm so sorry. But who is Stiles?" She says as we both start walking to our lockers.

"Real funny Lydia."

"No i'm serious."

"Oh, we'll Stiles is the one who has had a crush on you since like third grade."

"Oh yeah, he's nice. Why does he annoy you so much?"

"Because all he talks about is lacrosse and you."

"Well do you have a crush on him?"

"What?" I ask dumbfounded.

"Do you have a crush on him? Simple question really."

"I mean, kind of. Why?"

"Then tell him. I'm sure he'll get over me really quick once he gets female attention."

"You're probably right. I'll tell him this weekend."

"Good." She says walking away with a smile.

"Hey." Stiles says standing at my locker once I slam my locker door.

"Hey? Do you need something?"

"What class do you have first?"

"History."

"Great i'll walk with you."

"Great." I say with a strained smile.

*In history class*

"You wanna sit next to me?" Stiles asks taking a seat.

"Sure why not." I say setting my stuff down next to his desk.

"Do you hate me y/n?" Stiles whispers.

"No, just when you only talk about lacrosse and Lydia, it starts to get annoying."

"Oh so you're jealous?"

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