Alive ◊ teen wolf

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i// stiles pov

"Scott, hey Scott..." I walk towards him and I tap his shoulder to get his attention.

He gets out a book and closes his locker, then he looks at me.

"What is it?"

I point to someone across the hallway.  She opens her locker and gets out some algebra books.

As I stare at her, I slowly smile at her.  Even though she can't see me.  She's perfect.  My jaw drops and I begin to daydream.

I hear a muffled voice and then I snap back to reality, seeing Scott snapping his fingers in front of my face.

"Dude, you've got to get over Lydia.  You've had a crush on her since like the fourth grade or something."

I look down in embarrassment.  It is true, and she still doesn't notice me.  What does it take for her to at least to tell me a 'Hi' or 'Hello'.

I look at her one more time and she turns around.  She sees me and gives me a weird look.  She probably knows I've been staring at her this whole time and she's just creeped out.

Scott places his hands on my shoulders as I sigh.

"Stiles, she's not worth it!" He says as he shakes me.

"But she's so pretty..." I say, still dreaming.  Of her, of course.

"Stiles!" He shakes me harder and I come back to reality, again.

"I'm sorry, it's just hard to concentrate when she's on my mind..." I say upset.

Knowing that she would never notice me, no matter what I do.

The bell suddenly rings and we all begin to walk towards our classes.

I walk towards Algebra class and I go inside.  I sit down on my chair and suddenly I see Lydia sitting three seats away from me.

I place my elbow on the table and I rest my head on my hand.  Staring at her.  She turns to see Garret.  ugh.

He walked up to her and kissed her.

I gagged and looked away.  Seriously, I hate that guy with the passion.  He's stupid and such a jerk.

I would never treat Lydia like that, I would kill him if he ever hurts her.

Class suddenly begins and the teacher walks in the classroom.

"Welcome class, please take out your homework from last night." The teacher says as he gets ready to begin class.

I keep staring at Lydia, not worrying about anything else but her.  Not paying attention to anything else, but her...

Minutes passed and then I hear the teacher speak.

"Mr. Stilinski, do you mind taking out your homework out of your backpack, or did you not do it?" And then everyone stares at me.

Even Lydia.

She looks at me and my palms begin to get sweaty.

She looks at me.

In the eyes.

A small smile begins to form on my face slowly.

She's looking at me.

Lydia Martin.

i// authors note
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first chapter of a book that I've been planning for a long time and it's finally here.  Thank you for reading and hopefully you enjoy the rest of this book.  Please vote and comment about what you think of this book so far.  Is it good?  Thank you for reading!💞