19th on my mothers rule list was fairly new - never speak to Stiles ever again.
The pang of guilt raced around in my head and in my stomach - i had led Stiles into the estate with the promise that i'd help him only to have us both jailed and banned from ever seeing eachother again.
And the worst part about it is the fact that i was home , in my own room with my own closet , clothes and bed.
I hated it- i hated it all. I glance over at my leather jacket that my mother had thrown in anger.
It was strewn across the carpet and very much represtented how i felt - Alone , Uncared , Unloved and was a complete mess.
From the pocket of the tight material a piece of paper could be slightly seen. Carefully i plunge my hand into the pocket and fish out the perfectly folded paper. It was the note i had written in the jail cell. In neat lines my handwriting stretches along the paper
"Maybe it wasnt snowing or my birthday-"
i glance at the paper and shake my head. I hated my birthday the day where my mother pretended like she hadnt forgotten and scribbled her name on Allison's card and present . I take a pen from my bed side cabinate + cross out the word birthday . What day was going to be memorable. Then it clicked
"Maybe it wasnt snowing or prom night-"
i sigh that sounded more like it . Prom- the day every girl on the estate got to pick any dress in any colour (even black). I read the note through in silence. Well i did until the last sentence
"-today was the day i accidentally met Stiles" i run my hands over the ink.
Maybe it wasnt accidental , Lydia, what if this was fate ?
I had to see him again - somehow
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Fanfiction𝐒𝐭𝐲𝐝𝐢𝐚 [this needs to be heavily edited because it was written literally years ago and it actually makes me cringe reading it. Thank you for the constant support] Lydia , her mother and her sister Allison moved into the estate when they were y...
