𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐩𝐬𝐲𝐜𝐡𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫?
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❘ ❙ ❚ . .in which one of beacon
hills high's it girls hides her
feelings for a boy not in her
league
or
stiles refuses to believe that
someone as perfect as jolene
could ever love him
stiles st...
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❝ 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐠𝐨 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐤. ❞
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𝑮𝑳𝑶𝑹𝒀 𝑫𝑨𝒀𝑺 𝒃𝒓𝒖𝒄𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒏
❛ back in school, she could turn all the boy's heads ❜
𝐽𝑂𝐿𝐸𝑁𝐸 𝐴𝑁𝐷 𝐿𝑌𝐷𝐼𝐴 𝑊𝐸𝑅𝐸 at the Argent house, helping Allison find something to wear for the date. Lydia had already tried to get Jolene to dress nicely, but that never seemed to work. Her hair was just as messy as it usually is, too sporting her baggy jeans that just about dragged on the ground, almost fully covering her converse and her black, long sleeve lace top that showed her stomach, but came up high on her chest. It wasn't even a bad outfit, but Lydia wanted designer.
Jolene was sitting in her spinning desk chair, turning back and forth while Lydia sat on her bed. Allison was looking through her closet, trying to find the perfect outfit. She pulled out a brown and black tie-dyed top and turned to show the girls. Jolene scrunched her nose, not a fan, Lydia agreed. "Mmm, pass."
Allison turned back around, rolling her eyes as she did so. She started rifling through her clothes again before she found a gold, red, green, and blue paisley patterned, almost hippie-esque to dress. Lydia furrowed her eyebrows, but even Jolene could see how bad this was. She was the one to send her a patronising glare, "You should already know that's ugly."
Allison sighed and scratched the back of her head as she turned back to the closet. Lydia stood up, knowing that she wasn't going to be able to find something. Lydia forced her way by, shoving Allison to the side. The black-haired girl looked back at Jolene, who had an amused smile on her face since she was no longer the fashion victim of Lydia Martin.
One by one, Lydia looked through the different articles of clothing she had hanging up in her closet, but was passing on every single one of them. Allison crossed her arms in front of her chest, not exactly amused anymore when the ginger turned to her. "God, Allison, respect for your taste is...dwindling by the second."
Lydia smiled fakely at Allison before moving back to her bed and going on her phone. Since she wasn't looking, Jolene was able to mouth to Allison, "Sparkles." Allison furrowed her eyebrows before slowly turning back to her closet. Jolene has been best friends with Lydia long enough to know what she likes and what it takes to get her to shut up, and sparkles work every time.
