Intriguing

The Deal And Clubbing

Lydia was new. That's all she wanted to be right now: new. New wasn't a bad reputation or a good one, it was a clean slate. No one knew her in Beacon Hills. Which was kind of perfect. She had a plan for this place as always. Lydia would stay 'new' and while she was a new girl, she would observe everyone. What made them tick, what turned them on, what they would do anything for.

Lydia always had a plan for everything. She was kind of a perfectionist. So she didn't expect Allison Argent to be at the front of the school waiting for her. Allison was practically Lydia's sister. They'd met at school, when Allison was new and Lydia was obsessed with the little mermaid. They'd became quick friends, but Allison and Lydia had both moved away from New York at 13.

The dark haired girl squealed when she saw her. "Lydia!" She yelled. Lydia was in a green sweater, a white skirt, and white heels. Lydia would've yelled for Allison back, but Allison was already full speed running towards her. She smiled, she was glad to see her friend.

A scene didn't have to be made in front of the school with her name being called out loudly, but she expected this from Allison. "Hey Allison." Lydia said. "Lydia, when did you get hot?" Lydia rolled her eyes and tucked a strawberry blonde lock behind her ear. She hadn't always been The Lydia Martin. Getting that perfect takes time.

When Allison knew her, she was a nerd. Lydia was in math tournaments, wore glasses, had her hair in a ponytail, and sadly had never worn heels. "I don't know, I think I got hot around 10." Lydia joked. Allison simply grinned, shook her head and stared right at her, glad to see her best friend again. "Alright well come on, I have so much to tell you!" Allison exclaimed grabbing Lydia by the arm and pulling her into the school.

She followed because Lydia knew Allison would have gossip on everyone. They walked into the school and Allison still pulled her into they reached her locker. And then Allison's smile faded. A boy came right up next to them, and leaned against the locker. The boy's arms were folded as he leaned on the locker. He was less then an inch away from Lydia.

She didn't move away because, well, the boy was hot, handsome, and cute all at the same time. He had brown messy hair, dark whiskey eyes, and dimples on his skin. He wore a dark black short sleeve, v neck shirt. His arms looked bigger then they were when he crossed them, like Derek Hale's. He was looking at her with an interested yet no emotion stare. It was weird, he was weird. Lydia frowned, remembering her New Years resolution was to not judge people.

Then he turned to Allison, his face had annoyance and cockiness all over it. "Already ruining the new girls reputation Allison?" He questioned. The boy turned back to Lydia, a small smirk playing on his lips. "You don't have to get wasted and arrested to be popular." Allison glared at the boy.

"We'll see." He said. The boy walked a couple inches away before stopping. "How rude of me, I forgot to say goodbye. Bye Allison." He gave her an annoyed wave and Allison just glared back. "Oh and," he licked his lips. "See you around, Lydia." He said with a wink before turning and walking away again.

"Who's that?" Lydia asked staring at the spot the boy used to stand. "Stiles Stilinski." Allison said glaring into thin air. "And he's trouble." Allison told her. "And what's wrong with that?" Not that she was interested in the boy or anything. "Didn't you have a huge crush on bad boys when I last saw you?" Lydia questioned.

"Yeah, more like bad boy sneaks into your room at night type of bad boy not gets into bar fights type of bad boy." Allison frowned into mid air. Then she turned to her strawberry blonde friend, offering a small smile. "But I bet Jackson likes you." Allison said.

"Jackson?" Lydia questioned. Allison nodded to a boy that was getting his stuff out of his locker. His hair was brownish blonde-ish, his eyes green like a snake and a lacrosse stick was coming out of his backpack. Allison jumped up and down like a little kid, muttering that 'Jydia' was a go. Lydia rolled her eyes but let Allison drag her away anyways. They walked over to him. "Hey Jackson." Allison greeted smiling that bright Allison Argent smile.