I'll Be Your Bat-woman (complete)

5. The Vow

Lydia's POV:
"You saw a movie? That's all you did?" I ask Allison. It was the next morning and I had just picked Allison up from her house.
I had to question her. Make sure she was okay. I had texted Stiles to see if they still needed a ride but he'd insisted that his jeep was fixed.

"For the twentieth time, all we did was see a movie!" She exclaims, running her fingers through her curly hair.

"Good girl! You just met him, you don't want to be on that Teen Mom show."

"OH MY GOD." She groaned more than shrieked as if I was her mother. I smile and pull into the high schools parking lot. I park in the only front row space available and silently cheer in my head. Front row spaces were the best. We step out of the car and Allison looks me up and down.

"Why are you wearing skinny jeans? You never wear skinny jeans." She asks and I can feel a blush forming on my cheeks. I grip the strap on my bag tighter, still not answering her.

The truth was that Stiles told me I'd looked good in skinny jeans. The Stiles I had been drooling over forever, told me I looked good. So I had stolen a pair of of my mothers dark red skinny jeans. Luckily we were the same size otherwise they would've been baggy on me and that would defeat the purpose. I'd paired the jeans with a light pink floral top that had slits on the shoulders. It flowed but synched in at the waist and the sleeves stopped just before my elbows. I had thrown on my black Keds and my hair was in a loose side braid. Considering I wasn't one for fashion, I think I'd done a pretty good job.

"This wouldn't have to do with a certain lacrosse captain, would it?" Allison asks.
"No. I'm on a Stiles diet. It includes detaching myself from him."
"How's that working out for you?" She examines her nails.

I was about to answer when a loud clanking noise entered the parking lot behind us. We both turn to see Stiles and Scott in his supposedly fixed jeep. The blue machine sputters into a parking spot just as steam starts to leak from under the hood. I clasp a hand over my mouth to stifle my laughter. Fixed my ass!
Stiles hops out of the drivers side, keys in hand, and kicks the front tire. Scott joins him on the pavement, placing his hands on Stiles shoulders.

"He told me it was fixed this morning." I say, mostly to myself.
"This morning?" Allison scrunches up her nose.
"Yeah, he texted me."

Allison fake gasps and we continue to walk. "So the skinny jeans are because of him, aren't they?!"
I sigh. "He said I looked nice last night."

Allison smiles and places her hands over her heart. I shove her a little, rolling my eyes. She could be quite dramatic at times.
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"Hey, Martin." Stiles takes his place in front of me like last English class. I look up from my book, readjusting my glasses.

"Why do you do that?" I ask and he furrows his brows.
"Do what?"
"Sit next to me. There are a thousand other seats in the class and you sit next to me." I return to my book and Stiles sighs.

"Okay, first of all there are fifteen other seats open. And second, we made a vow."
"But you're popular now. You don't have to keep it." I say and the tardy bell rings.

Our English teacher starts to write something on the board but I continue reading. Until Stiles spastically turns around and starts to whisper.

"Just so you know, I'm a nice guy." He hisses silently.
"Uh-huh." My voice is emotionless. I turn the page.
"And what I'm about to do. You'll probably hate me."