Stiles looked over four rows front and four columns right at Lydia's long, silky chestnut-coloured tresses. He wondered how they felt. Would they feel exactly like how they looked - as smooth as silk or would they feel a bit fluffy? He had stood close to her and she smelled bewitching, but he never got a chance to brush against her let alone touch her hair. He tried to imagine ways he could touch it.
~His hand rested on her back, his fingers stroking it gently. He could see that her hair was pulled into a bun, and loose strands fell around her face. His other hands rested on her cheek and he looked into her green-speckled hazel eyes, which glistened like gemstones and glitter, all-in-one. Stiles pulled Lydia's face closer and went for a kiss. As they kissed, his heart raced, his palms sweated and his legs almost gave way - he put his hand near the nape of her neck and made his way up to her silky bun. His fingers touched short, black spikes of hair instead. The hair looked rough and messy, but strangely, it was soft and comforting. Stiles looked at the lips. He saw the slight stubble around the upper lip, then he looked at the eyes and the whole face. Staring back at him was his best friend. Stiles tried to back away, but something pulled him towards Scott, and he kissed him again, Stiles' hand stroking Scott's welcoming hair.~
"Stiles, Stiles!" A blurry voice called.
"Stiles!" Stiles slightly jumped out of his seat. He had been dreaming; he decided to called it a daymare. The voice was Scott. IT WAS SCOTT! Stiles gulped and turned to Scott.
"Heyyy." He said quietly. Scott was grinning and tried hard to control his laughter. "Long day, huh, Stiles?" "Well you better be awake because today's our science and math tests."
"Oh fish-cakes! I didn't study!" Stiles said, horrified. He pulled out his books and scanned through the pages, just stopping at what seemed important.
Scott hadn't done laughing at Stiles' made-up curse words. "Fish-cakes, Stiles, seriously?!"
"Okay, so I was wondering that if I wanted to get back with Allison big-time, I thought I could...."
Stiles had already drowned out the rest of what Scott was saying. First of all, he wanted to really study or just do some quick revision or something. Second, he was tired of hearing about Allison again and again. Being the best friend didn't mean he had to listen to whatever Scott said. Or did it? He pondered over that thought and asked himself why he had become so irritated with Scott when the topic of Allison Argent always took place. Was it because that he had no girlfriend to look forward to loving or crying over? Or just that it was the only thing that Scott seemed to talk about? Or something else entirely?
"Stiles, what do you think? Stiles?" He heard Scott asking.
"Scott, how am I supposed to know? I'm not interested in listening to your life because right now, I need to study. And are you going to help me pass? Well, no. So just leave me." Stiles blasted at Scott. He was not that loud, but a couple of heads turned their way.
"Stiles, I-" Scott started, but Stiles had gotten up, and was walking to the door.
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