Lydia and Stiles had been best friends since they were five, so they couldn't be right for each other, could they?
In which one eventful night leads them down different paths
[TEEN WOLF CROSSOVER]
[BASED ON LOVE, ROSIE]
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♡♡♡♡♡ COMPUTER DISCUSSIONS ♡♡♡♡♡
STILES AND I walk down the crowded school hallway, him being suspiciously silent. He continues down the corridor, not uttering a word, bound to burst at some point.
"I have something to tell you." He finally blurts out as we walk through the classroom door.
"Well, what is it?" I ask impatiently, I never was one for patience
"I'll tell you later." He says, giving a cautious look to the teacher then to my computer across the room.
I nod in understanding and walk to my desk, Stiles doing the same.
We both listen to the teacher and watch the boring presentation that was currently projected onto the screen, Stiles occasionally gave me a glance, shooting a smirk my way but clearly not typing. Eventually i get tired of him and open a tab on the computer, clicking on Stiles' contact as soon as it appears on my screen.
LYDIA says: Your face is annoying me
Stiles feigns look of offence, a smile on his face and quickly begins to type on his keyboard.
STILES says: I've got news
LYDIA says: I'm aware but I need to concentrate so I can pass my exams and get a life
Stiles laughs silently before repeating his actions from before and typing.
STILES says: Virgin boy is no longer.
Oh god.
I never thought he'd really go through with it. I never thought Malia would have gone through with it, presuming it was Malia but could it really be anyone else - hopefully -, Malia was at the top of the "popularity scale" whereas Stiles sat at the very bottom in line with me and that weird kid who claimed that his eardrum fell out in class once—at least I think it was his ear drum. This was part of the reason I was so surprised that Jackson asked me to the dance. The Jackson Whittemore asked simple, boring, plain me to the dance? Impossible.
STILES says: Hello? Still there?
LYDIA says: So, who's the unlucky girl?
Playing dumb? Nice one, Lydia.
Stiles haS a smug smile on his face as he typeS this time which pretty much tells everything. Regardless I begin to silently pray, repeating, not Malia, not Malia, over and over in my head. Apparently I'm so delusional that I think this will have any effect whatsoever.
STILES says: Malia
"Fuck!" I say a little too loudly, Mr Harris immediately reacting along with the rest of the class who erupt in laughter.
"Lydia Martin, get yourself down to the headmaster's office." Mr Harris says in a monotone voice, standing from his seat.
Double fuck.
I roll my eyes, pushing my chair back and standing, Stiles doing it at the exact same time.
"No! it- I was- I had something to tell her." He stutters, looking from the teacher to me.
If I hadn't been such a fucking loudmouth we wouldn't be in this situation. My parents are going to ground me for the rest of my life, this couldn't get any worse.
"So I see, Stiles," Mr Harris says and clicks a key on his keyboard causing our entire conversation to pop up on the screen. "Congratulations."
The whole class erupts in cheers and claps, everybody probably planning to spread this to their friends after school despite not even knowing who Stiles was. Stiles and I stand in the middle of the chaos, both of us having no idea what to do. Was that even legal?
After standing like an idiot for a few more seconds, I push away from my desk and walk out the door.
Running away from my problems has always been a favourite of mine.
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A/N: sorry for the short chapter but i've been doing this in certain scenes or periods of time if you understand what i mean. this scene was a little short but the next chapter or the one after should make up for it (oh and every chapter will be unedited until i get around to it so like i said before, sorry for typos and such)
