Day three, approx 5:30, school library- Lydia's pov:
"He hasn't texted." I complain, searching my phone for any sign of life from Stiles.
"Maybe his phone is broken?" Allison assures. I lock my screen, pulling last nights Chem homework from my bag.
"Maybe..." I mumble, tapping my pencil against the table.
"No. Definitely!" Allison giggles, joining me on my side of the table. She turns her phone sideways and presses play on a video that Scott had sent her.
"Fifteen minutes without a phone and the beast is growing wilder by the minute." Scotts voice streams through the video and the shakes picture shows Stiles lying upside down on his bed, pressing a pillow firmly to his face.
"Just let me use your freaking phone to tell Lydia mine is broken. That's it! ONE TEXT." Stiles groans and Allison and I both start to giggle.
Scott zooms in on Stiles' pillow-covered face. "Just tell the camera why you aren't allowed to use my phone." Scott chuckles. Stiles groans, uncovering his face and sitting up.
"I chucked my phone at your big ass forehead and you cried like a freaking baby." Stiles smirks and Scott drops the phone on a bed, loud yells being tossed back and forth.
The video goes static before coming to a new picture of a smiling Scott sitting next to a grumpy Stiles.
"Twenty-five minutes with no phone. Did you learn your anything about calling me things?" Scott points an invisible microphone towards Stiles and I notice his cheek has a red hand print on it.
"The lesson in to politely ask the best person I know if I can use their phone for maximum of two minutes." Stiles recites grimly.
"I'll think about it..." Scott says and Stiles glares at him until Scott stands up laughing. The video ends and our giggles still carry throughout the nearly empty library.
"He's so mean! All Stiles wanted to do was make sure I knew his phone broke!" I giggle as Allison returns to her side of the table.
"And now you do know." Allison laughs back.
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Day three, approx 5 pm, mess hall- Stiles pov:
"SCOTTY'S MOM HAS GOT IT GOIN' ON. SHE'S ALL I WANT AND I'VE WAITED FOR SO LONG. SCOTTY, CAN'T YOU SEE YOU'RE JUST NOT THE GUY FOR ME!"
Scott interrupts my singing and invisible drum-playing by throwing a dinner roll at me. I purse my lips before picking up the bread from my lap and taking a huge bite out of it.
"You don't faze me." I smack my lips, chomping on the roll. Isaac later comes and sits down next to Scott so they were both facing me. And then I looked to my right to notice a particular person I didn't want to see.
"Eff off, Greenburg." I growl and the boy stands, throwing his hands up in defeat. "DOES NO ONE KNOW MY FIRST NAME!?" he shouts before heading towards the lunch line.
I bite into the roll again, smirking and turning to my friends. Their faces were pale and I notice them staring at my left. My body goes cold.
"Jackson." I nod and he purses his lips.
"I need you to do me a favor." His voice is low and harsh.
I roll my eyes. "A favor? May I remind you about how you forced me to ignore Lydia?"
"That was all you, Stilinski. You could've ignored me instead." He snaps.
"Hello! It's called peer-pressure." I take another bite of the roll, obnoxiously chewing.
"Fine." He turns to Scott and Isaac but Isaac holds his hands up in surrender so Jacksons eyes lay on Scott. "Do me a favor McCall."
Scott shakes his head. "I ignored my best friend because of you. I'm not gonna do shit."
Jackson stands, now fuming and I can practically see him tearing from the seams. He points to me. "Screw you." He turns to Scott. "Screw you too... In fact, screw each other! Maybe Lahey can join and make it a threesome!"
Jackson throws us one final glare before returning to his table.
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Day four, approx eight am, lacrosse practice- Stiles pov:
"LISTEN UP!" We all sleepily gather around coach, clutching our lacrosse gear for life. Four days into this retreat and I was already begging for death.
"Greenburg cut his foot open... Again. And since I'm responsible for you brats, I'll be at the hospital all day. Coach Hale will be here to take my spot today. NOW GET YOUR ASSES ON THE FEILD." Coach yells, walking off towards his car as Hale appears.
He was a very built up man with tan skin, black hair, and a five o'clock shadow.
"Hale? As in Derek Hale?" Scott whispers but the coach catches it.
"Exactly like Derek Hale." He grins, staring down at us.
I gulp. He had a reputation for being...stubborn. He even broke some kids leg in three places.
"What are we doing today Coach?" I ask, slightly terrified.
"Suicides to start off. OUT ON THE FIELD BITCHES." He yells and we all scramble onto the green turf.
"We're going to die." I mumble to Scott and he nods in agreement. After about what seemed like forever and numerous Suicides, Hale finally gives us a water break. I collapse in the field breathing heavily as Scott comes over and helps me stand.
"Take me somewhere, I'm gonna puke." I pant and Scott chuckles, patting my back.
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Day five, Saturday- Lydia's pov:
"Do you ever stop listening to that song?" Allison groans, sliding off my bed as Hey There Delilah plays from my laptop. I jump out of my desk chair, singing the first verse, a little altered.
"Hey Allison Argent, do you like it in Beacon Hills? I know it's super freaking boring here, I suggest Netflix and chill!" I make up the words and Allison rolls her eyes.
"Torture! Why do I even bother hanging out with you anymore? " she stands, making her way over to my cd collection. Her nimble fingers skip through the cases, eyes glances over the titles quickly.
"You never wear your glasses anymore." Allison brings up randomly as I sit on the edge of my bed.
"I guess I kind of outgrew them." I start to fiddle with my fingers and I smile to myself. Stiles was always messing with his hands. And then I realized how much I truly missed him. The way he'd grab onto my hand when we walked, careful to squeeze it gently and not too hard.
I could practically hear his voice. "Is this okay?"
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Authors note:
WHOOP WHOOP! Ready for the next chapter? I already know everything that's gonna happen😈
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I'm in the process of writing another Stydia story soooooo when I'm done with this one I'll start the other😋
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FanfictionLydia Martin has had the biggest crush on lacrosse captain, caramel eyed, Stiles Stilinski ever since the third grade. His jeep was badass and all the girls loved him. But not the way Lydia did. She was the only one who knew that Stiles was super sm...
