More School

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(Lol sorry for sucky title! Also I made up fake chemical names sooo don't try that at home if those are even real chemicals) 

Scott held up his phone to show Stiles the video. Stiles instantly grabbed the phone and watched it. Someone that was online with them must have posted it. "Cool it was under my username!" Stiles stated. 

Scott shrugged. "Think Lydia will care about it?" Scott asked. Stiles shrugged he honestly wasn't sure. "Guess I'll ask." Stiles said before running off to Lydia.

"Hey you remember when you crushed Scott in that video game yesterday." Stiles caught his breath he had pushed through so many people just to make it to Lydia's locker. "Yeah." Lydia said. "It's on YouTube." Stiles said. "Poor Scott." Lydia smiled. Stiles smiled. Then they parted.

They both thought about eachother once or twice that day. 

~Time skip: Lunch~

Scott sat down across from Stiles at their regular table. "So I got a new lab partner since Jackson moved." Stiles said. Stiles was normally alone at chemistry. Scott was with some lacrosse player he didn't know the name of. Stiles was normally so focused on chemistry or one of Scott's problems he didn't know what anyone else was doing the whole class. 

"Who'd you get?" Scott asked poking at his food a little. "I got Lyd-" Stiles started to say but was cut off. Lydia sat right down next to him and Allison sat next Scott. Lydia bassically never sat with Stiles since they were kids. 

"Heard you and Stiles watched Star Wars. How was it?" Allison said her eyes darting back and forth between Stiles and Lydia. "It was good." Lydia smiled. "It was great." Stiles chimed in. Scott and Stiles began to have a fake lightsaber fight. Allison put her hand on Scott shoulder. There fight ended but they shared a glance that they would finish it later.

"You've seen Star Wars right Allison." Scott looked to Allison. "I mean like I know what it is.." Allison said. Scott looked at her all his eyes said was that they would have a Star Wars marathon. Allison mouthed 'help' to Lydia. 

Stiles saw it and laughed. Allison buried her face in her hands muffling her laughter. They talked for a while about different movies and decided on seeing a movie tommorow. After lunch Lydia had history and then chem. Stiles had math and then chem.

Stiles was walking to Chem with all his books in one arm. Lydia swooped in and wrapped her arm around Stiles'. Stiles turned his head to see Lydia there. "Stiles we have chem together come on." Lydia said. Stiles smiled and walked with her. 

It was a moment of peace for Stiles in the crowded hallway. He made Lydia smile every day. It was a pure smile not a fake one she plastered on. He was glad to make her happy. Stiles knew Jackson leaving was probably tuff on her, but Jackson was kind of a jerk. As far as he knew Lydia was happy. 

They walked into chem and took their seats. The teacher started to talk about different chemicals before explaining what they needed to do. Stiles got the jist of it. They passed out everything everyone needed. Stiles was right about to start when he saw Lydia already starting.

Stiles had planned to do half of the work. But there was Lydia already doing it with ease. Not a single complaint. "You know I can help if you want." Stiles said. Lydia paused for only a moment. She turned to look at him. Then she held up a test tube filled with purple liquid. She turned her head to the left. "Hold this?"

Stiles simply took it. He marveled at her doing everything. Eventually Stiles handed her the test tube and she poured the purple liquid inside a beaker. As she poured she explained to Stiles "So when you mix this purple xis chemical with the bubbling green xi checmical it makes-" Lydia started to say. "Soap." Stiles finished her sentence. 

Lydia looked at him and smiled with approval. Jackson wasn't dumb or anything but he never actually got what was going on in chemistry. They looked at eachother for a second before turning back to see that soap had formed. 

A couple seconds later the teacher noticed the soap. He got up and walked to them. He pushed down his glasses and looked at them for a little. "Lydia, Stiles, good work. Make sure to write down some adjectives for what the bubbles on the soap look like." The teacher smiled in approval before fixing his tie and walking away. 

They wrote down notes on the blue soap bubbles until class ended. Stiles had figured out if you popped a blue soap bubble it smelled like lemon. They parted again but thought of eachother the whole class.

Lydia was sitting there tapping the eraser on her pencil against her notebook. She honestly didn't realize Stiles had seen what she was doing in chemistry. He couldn't make a bagel with cream cheese but he knew how to make soap. How did she even know how to make soap anyways? She hadn't rememberd reading a book on soap making. 

Stiles was balancing a pen on his nose. He remembered in kindergarten when they brought that science dude in to teach everyone how to make soap. He wonderd if Lydia rememberd that too. He remembered her green eyes filled with concentration while she poured and mixed things together. How her hair gave off a strawberry scent when she turned to look at him. 

"Stilinski! Pens are for writing!" Stiles teacher yelled at him. Stiles let out a disappointed sigh before placing his pen on the desk. 

~Time skip: school ends~

Stiles came out of school to see Lydia's car parked with her inside the car. He walked over and got in the passenger seat. He now noticed Lydia was on the phone so he stayed quiet. It was on speaker phone. 

"Grandma I have to drive Stiles home." Lydia said. "Stiles? Who's Stiles? Is he that boy with the snake-ish green eyes?" Grandma said over the phone. "Look I need you to get me my pills I'm an old lady I have needs!" Grandma now said rather loudly. "Ok." Lydia hung up the phone.

She turned to Stiles. "I have to get my grandmas pills then like drive to her house which is like an hour away." Lydia said. Stiles smiled. "It's okay I'll come." 

They got the pills then drove to Grandmas house. 



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