Excuse me if I seem a little unimpressed with this
An anti-social pessimist but usually I don't mess with this
And I know you mean only the best and
Your intentions aren't to bother me
But honestly I'd rather be
Somewhere with my people we can kick it and just listen-------------------------------
"Shelley, I swear, he's dumb!" Lydia almost shouted as she set her sandwich on her tray. She swallowed. "Like he cant—"She took a sip of her milk. "Ok, you've been going on about him for half the period now," she said plainly. "I'm sure you'll finish it before you know it."
Lydia put her chin on her hand and rolled her eyes. Around them was chattering people, as the loud noise filled her ears. She closed her eyes and sighed.
"Well, it was the first time I met him," she sighed. No, it wasn't. "I guess I should give him a second chance. Maybe he's really nice!"
He saved her ass from being beat up to a pulp.
"Yeah, he is a hot guy too. Maybe you two could..." Shelley's eyebrows raised as she waggled them, trying to put a pervy face on. Lydia blushed and smacked her arm.
"No, that is not going to happen," she said lowly. "And by the way, I have my eye on someone else," she turned her head.
Shelley turned her head where Lydia's eyes were narrowed at. A guy in the number 11 jersey and said above the number said McCall, smacked the back of his friend's head and cackled loudly with some other guys sitting with them.
"Who? Scott?" she asked, turning her head back to face her. She nodded, her lips tugging into a big smile. "That's Scott Mcall, Stiles best friend actually."
"Well he's cute."
Shelley laughed and rubbed the back of her head. He can be a troublemaker sometimes. All the time.
The bell finally rang, as everybody scurried towards the doors to the cafeteria. Well, guess lunch was over.
-----------------------------------------"So what are we going to do for this project?" Stiles leaned over to doodle on his paper some more. "Like to turn on light or whatever?"
Lydia crumbled the paper slightly from her grip of nerves. "Uh, yeah, we need to find out how to make light without batteries it says."
He nodded stiffly, and she looked down to see his knuckles and wrists that was the only part exposed from his sweatshirt. Purple, black marks filled his hands.
"You ok?" he suddenly asked. He waved his pencil in front of her face.
She blinked. "Oh! Yeah, it was just..." She trailed off. "What happened to your hands?"
He didn't seem to notice he even had those marks on his hands. "Got in a little fight." he said simply.
Her eyes widened slightly. "What?"
A fight?
"So those men probably messed up your knuckles, huh?" she asked with a hint of tease in it. He smirked and lifted his right fist, as it balled up.
"No, my fist, messed up his face."
She gulped. He could be joking,
"Oh," she could only say. "That's...nice?" she winced at her choice of words.
He smirked again, surprising her with the change of mood. "It is, isn't it?" he said, before he took the paper away from her hands. "Let's see what to do, I just want to get this over with."
She smiled. Finally. Some progress!
"Stiles!" a voice yelled across the room, and they both turned their heads, seeing Scott, and Lydia's heart skipped a beat. Scott held a lighter in his hand.
"What?" he asked in annoyed voice.
And then, a spark of flame bursted as the girl beside him yelped. Some people turned around seeing Scott holding the lighter still, as one of the testing tubes slightly caught on fire.
"You dumbass, you don't light a test tube," Stiles yelled. What the hell? Is that even a thing to do?
Scott saw his thumb was slightly burnt and the room smelled like smoke. "Oh."
"Goddammit Scott," Stiles got up and walked over, looking ready to take the lighter away from him.
Lydia felt a blush rise on her cheeks.
To some music with the message (like we usually do)
And we'll discuss our big dreams
How we plan to take over the planet
So pardon my manners, I hope you'll understand it
That I'll be here------------------------------------
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Dancing in the Dark
WerewolfLiving in the bad part of Beacon Hills, in a cheap house, and attending a low paying school is fine. But falling for your dangerous chemistry partner isn't. Especially when your uninterested. --Lydia x Stiles