Teen Wolf Imagines (requests being taken)

Stiles and Lydia

Stiles POV
I was putting in my locker combination when I heard her clear her throat. I rolled my eyes, hoping she wouldn't see. I turned to her and looked her in the eyes. Her outfit was flawless, her hair was flawless, and everything about her was flawless like always. Except her attitude.

"Stiles, you were supposed to come to my party yesterday!" Lydia said while crossing her arms.

Ever since I actually got to play in Lacrosse games she's been all over me. Now I realize that I don't like her. I don't like anything about her at all. Plus I knew her party was just to embarrass me, because I'm doing better than Jackson for once. She's so confusing. She either absolutely loves me or hates me. Oh well, I don't like her. At all. Anymore.

"And I was supposed to hang out with Scott yesterday. I think you know which one I chose." I said and turned back to my locker.

"Ugh. Stiles, do you even want to be popular anymore?" She grumbled at me.

"Not anymore." I grumbled back at her.

Then I heard her heels click away from me, echoing down the hallways.

"What was that about?" I heard Scott say.

"I didn't go to her party." I said.

"Why?"

"I was with you."

"Oh."

"Yup."

I began to walk to my next class, where I find Lydia sitting next to my assigned seat. Great. I sat down and released a big breath of air. I don't want to be around her.

"Stiles." She said.

Something in her voice made me confused. I turned my head slowly over to her and I saw tears in her eyes.

"I'm sorry. I just want to be friends with you."

"Ok, next time don't act like a drama queen about it next time."

She just smiled and I smiled back at her. I guess we are friends now.