Project Stilinski (completed)

7. You Can't Really Think

Erica cackles as Stiles jumps on top of the ordering counter with a big grin.
"I'm serious!" Stiles laughs a little himself as the blonde clutches her side. A few customers at the coffee shop eye the two baristas suspiciously but continue on their way without question. "Before the party–before you got a job here– you didn't even know who I was."
"And I don't doubt for a second that Lydia's been talking to you I just think it's funny you have the worlds biggest schoolboy crush on her." Erica goes off again, falling to the floor as Stiles rolls his eyes.

He hops down from the counter and straightens out his name tag. "I regret ever telling you that." Erica manages to pull herself off of the floor with a few dying laughs. She clears her throat, standing next to Stiles as he eyes a couple of the costumers.
"I think it's cute." She mumbles, wiping off the cash register. "You've been in love with her since the third grade!" Erica snickers before going off again and Stiles was seriously considering cutting off her frizzy ponytail.

The door to the coffee shop opens and the little bell rings to signal someone had arrived. Stiles was just about to greet the customer but automatically dropped to the floor, hidden behind the counter. Erica's laughter stops and she eyes the boy but he gestures for her to stand and play it off. Lydia smiles politely.
"What can I get for you?" Erica asks, eyeing Stiles on the ground from the corner of her eye. He presses tighter against the cabinets.
"Actually I was just looking for Stiles. Stilinski? If he's not here yet could you just tell him to text Lydia." The strawberry blonde glances over Erica's shoulder as if he was hidden behind the girl. Erica gasps suddenly, as if she hadn't already known who Lydia was.

"That's right, you're Lydia Martin! You're the girl he's had a crush on since like–" Stiles immediately cuts her off by pulling her forcefully to the ground and the girl lets out a little Yelp along with a knowing smirk. With a roll of his eyes, Stiles stands.
"Lydia, hi." He attempts to act as casual as possible but the girl already had a suspicious smile.
"What was that about?" She asks.
"Hm? Oh Erica? She's an impulsive liar." Stiles ensures with enthusiastic nods and Lydia lets out a small chuckle. "And also a lesbian who says stupid shit in front of attractive girls-OW!" Erica kicks him in the leg.

By now Lydia was laughing and Stiles could feel accomplished because dammit that laugh was like a symphony of harps.
"Are you busy?" She asks. Stiles immediately takes off his apron and hands it to a now standing Erica.
"Nope." Work was slow today anyway.
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"When you asked if I was busy I didn't plan on watching you get your nails done." Stiles grumbles.

Lydia gives him an "eh", quickly brushing his complaint off while flipping the page in her magazine. Stiles huffs like a child, sinking into the pedicure chair next to Lydia's while eyeing the purple toe polish.
"So the goal is to get you a girlfriend before..." She draws out glancing at him briefly before returning to whatever celebrity gossip was in People. "I'd like to say before spring break."

He found this incredibly ridiculous seeing as he was head over heels for the girl right next to him. "Yeah I don't think that's going to happen." He snickers.
"And why not?" Lydia asks. Did she really need an explanation? Stiles shifts in his chair, ready to say what he's said so many times before.
"Girls don't find me attractive, f you haven't noticed. I'm an awkward, antisocial freak who can barely communicate without some form of stutter. Aka not exactly attractive." Stiles sighs, glad he got it over with. But Lydia had set down he magazine, looking to him with a serious expression. It wasn't true, she thought. He can be cute occasionally.

Oh my god I did not just think Stiles Stilinski was cute.

She couldn't deny it was true though. He was looking down at his phone and Lydia found herself adoring the way he pursed his lips and furrowed his brows when he was trying to focus.
"Stiles you can't really believe that's the way everyone sees you?" Lydia says, trying to ensure him he wasn't a horrible person or anything.
"Well," he turns to look at her "some of us aren't exactly at the top of the food chain." His expression grows more and more blank and serious, maybe even a little sad.
She speaks with sympathy. "I saw the way people were looking at you that night. They loved you."
"No, they loved me because I threw a big ass party with free booze and topless girls." Stiles voice grew slightly angry.

Lydia watches as he stands from his seat and checks his phone one more time. "I gotta go." He mumbles before leaving the nail salon.
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Authors note:

Short chapter but I'm camping and I have to go kill these two kids brb.
Comment, read, enjoy!
-Chloe