I'll Be Your Bat-woman (complete)

•1. You look...

Lydia's POV:
"So who's the man candy around here?" Allison and I stood in front of in the front of Beacon Hills High school. She was new and had moved in a couple houses down from me so I "adopted" her. She had probably made a poor choice in friendship though. Best friends with Lydia Martin, school nerd! We were total opposites anyway.

First day of school she had chosen to wear skinny jeans, a navy blue shirt with a matching aqua blue scarf. Not to mention the light brown, leather jacket that hung off of her shoulders was absolutely to die for. Her brown locks were curled and her smile was absolutely blinding.

I, on the other hand, opted for gray sweats, an off the shoulder baggy shirt and a very messy bun. Sneakers formed around my feet unlike Allison's knee-high boots. I push my large rimmed glasses up the bridge of my nose before hugging my books tightly to my chest. I'd been preparing all summer for school and finally it was back to the halls.

"Well there's..." My voice trails off as I look over Allison's shoulder. There he was. Lacrosse captain Stiles Stilinski. I shuttered out a nervous breath of air.
Following behind were is two "side kicks", Scott McCall and Jackson Whittemore. They were shoving each other and talking about upcoming lacrosse epidemics. I didn't care about the other two. My eyes were glued onto Stiles.

Oh god. He was coming this way.
"Hey Stiles! You look..." He brushes by us and my eyes follow him up the stairs of the school. "Like you're going to ignore me!" I shout, frustrated. I'd had the biggest school girl crush on him ever since the third grade. It was pretty pathetic but I couldn't help myself. Chestnut brown hair, caramel colored eyes and a grin that killed me every time it appeared on his face.

"Who's that?" Allison asks, a light smirk playing on her lips.
"Stiles Stilinski. Lacrosse captain. Way out of my league but I have a ten year plan."
"Ten year plan?" She chuckles.
"Yeah. I may have to extend it." A few students pass by us, staring at Allison before their eyes catch me and they scurry off. She was being defined as my friend and that wasn't a particularly good thing. "You should probably head to first period." I tell her and she furrows her brows.

"Why don't you walk with me?"
"Because, if you keep hanging out with me, you'll become a nerd my association." I shove her towards the front doors.
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Stiles POV:
"Hey Stiles! You look ..." I ignore the red haired girl speaking and walk up the front steps of Beacon Hills High. First day of school, definitely not glad to be back. Who would be?
"Who was that?" Scott shoves open the double doors, taking in an awkwardly deep breath at the stench of our polished halls.

"Lydia Martin. The future Mrs. Stilinski!" Jackson shouts and I shove him towards the lockers. He chuckles before rejoining Scott and I. Jackson had a talent for knowing everyone and everything about them. He was kind of a know it all but if we needed in-tell, he always had it.

We stop by our lockers and a few of the lacrosse players pat me on the back as they pass.
During Freshman year, my awkward facade kind of passed and people started to talk to me more. Girls started to talk to me more. I was popular, the it man, the guy every guy wanted to be and every girl wanted to do. That was me.

"Martin. Isn't that the chick that's had a crush on me since, like, elementary or whatever?" I ask but before anyone can answer, Scott grips my shoulders and turns me towards the crowd of passing students.

Two tall, blonde, beauties were coming our way. The twins. Being the king of Beacon Hills meant I had a lot of girls to choose from but my favorite girls, were the twins. Ashley and Ashlin.
"Hi Stiles." They speak at the same time, their heels stopping at my sneakers. The matching miniskirts they wore stopped barely below their asses, showing off their long, tanned legs.
"Twins." I smirk, nodding to greet them.

"So we were wondering what you were doing after school?" The one I think is Ashley asks. I close my locker door and grip the straps on my backpack.
"Probably study. Harris always gives a pop quiz on day two."
"We could join you." The other one, Ashlin, steps forward and wipes "dust" off of my shoulders. Her voice was seductive and she brushes her blonde bangs out of her face.

"Sounds great." I say and they smile, exchanging small glances before waving goodbye and walking off.
Scott grabs me by my backpack and pulls me back to reality, grinning.
"You know studying is never... Studying?" He asks and I roll my eyes.
I mock his tone of voice before grabbing a text book out of Jackson's hand and whacking Scott in the face with it. He had so much to learn.
"If you ever just study with a girl I swear I will have you de-balled." I complain, handing the book back to Jackson.
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Lydia's POV:
"I hate them." My teeth were gritted as I watched the slut twins talking to Stiles. I slam my locker door closed. First day of school and they were already willing to shove their tongues down his throat.
"You okay there, Lydia?" Danny walks up to me and I lean against the blue lockers. Danny was arguably the nicest guy on the lacrosse team. Maybe it was because he had good taste in fashion but either way, he was cool.

" Just watching mission mini skirts launch off into Stilinski land." I grip my textbooks harder and Danny follows my gaze. He nods a little, turning back to me.
"He's hot." He says, referring to Stiles.
I scoff. "Completely!" A pause, "Oh my god I'm such a dork."

"You're not a dork." A pats me on the shoulder and walks away, saying he'll see me later. The bell rings, Jackson and Scott walking in the opposite of Stiles. I sigh and follow him down the hall to my first class, English. We always ended up having the same English class together which, in the long run, had it's advantages.

It started in middle school, when we were still really good friends, we had English together. We sat in the same two seats for the whole year and did every English project together to avoid getting a bad grade, since we were both smart.

We vowed to sit next to each other in English if we had it together again. Next year in seventh grade, we kept our vow and made a new one: if we ever had English class together we would always sit in the same two seats.
Freshman year he had English with Scott and became popular. I had no doubt in my mind that he'd probably sit next to some of his regular ho-bags and it didn't really bother me.

Upon entering the room, I took a seat in the middle row of desks, pushed up against the windows. And then he walks in. And I look towards a group of flirty girls that sit in the back of the room. I take a deep breath and retrieve my favorite book from out of my bag.

"Hey." What. I look up from my desk and Stiles is standing there.

Stiles.

Why wasn't he over with the skanks? I push my glasses farther up my nose, still staring at him.
"Stiles?" He let's out a small chuckle before taking a seat in the desk behind me. "Why are you sitting next to me?" I ask, turning around.
"We made a vow in seventh grade... Didn't we?" He grins and I nod frantically. I was a complete sucker for that grin.

The tardy bell rings and I look across the room. No one else sat in our row or the row next to us, though all eyes were planted on us. Stiles just looks straight ahead at the board even though he knows everyone is staring. Maybe it was the fact that practically everyone knew I had the biggest crush on him or maybe it was the fact that someone popular was sitting with a total spaz like me. But either way, they'd be staring the whole year.
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Authors note:
So I know that stiles is acting like a man slut and a jerk but I wanted to emphasize the role reversal.
The twins were not characters in the tv series at all (obviously) but once again, I wanted to get that "man slut" factor across.
How bout Lydia! Glasses? Sweats and a messy bun? So not Lydia Martin at all.
Comment, read, enjoy!
-Chloe