Undercover

Chapter 2

I want you guys to think of Lydia's suit to look like the black widows except with a mask.

nobodys pov

Lydia has a couple of hours until stiles will be at her house and she is dreading that he has to come over in the first place, she changes into some workout clothes and heads to her private gym for a light training session. 

as Lydia started blowing off some steam by taking her frustration out on a punching bag, the thought of today was still eating her head. how is it even gonna be? she hasn't been alone with Stiles in years, much less have had any conversation other than petty comments around school if Lydia had gotten in the boys way or gave him a dirty look. 

The thing is, back in seventh grade Stiles and Lydia were best friends before the boys mom died in a freak accident. he went cold and pushed everyone away then when he did come back from his fog stiles got caught up in lacrosse and girls, they drifted apart and soon the didn't even speak to each other, instead they started hating each other. stiles continued becoming a bigger jerk every year that passed and Lydia resented him for it.

a few hundred punches, kicks, and doges of the swinging punching bag later and Lydia finally decided that she was done. she rehydrated herself from the fountain that was in the gym before heading to shower and get ready. Lydia had a strange feeling in her stomach and she did not know how to describe it. almost as if she was nervous, which was an odd feeling considering she doesn't know why she would be. 

After washing and taking care of her daily routines Lydia walks to her closet. shrugging she decided to dress comfy in brown jogger sweatpants paired with oversized cropped graphic t-shirt with only a sports bra underneath. she like to keep the girls in control. Lydia slips on some white ankle socks before heading over to her vanity to throw her hair up in two Dutch braids to keep it from getting in the way, only pulling some out to frame her face. 

she sighs, "this is as good as its gonna get" the girl thinks to herself. she was not trying to impress anyone anyway. even if Stiles did used to be her friend its not like she could let him back in now, not that he would even want to. either way it was to risky with the life she lived now. 

nearing the time Stiles was supposed to arrive Lydia made her way down stairs to the living room to watch some tv before he gets there. she turns it on flipping through the channels mindlessly when she heard her doorbell ring. she checked her door camera and saw the it was Stiles.

"here we go" she breathed taking a deep breath, turning off the tv and made her way to the front of the house.

Lydia open the door to a tired looking stiles wearing a blue hooding and his regular jeans and his van clad feet. she stared at him before moving to the side and letting him come in. 

"I dig the remodel" Stiles states while looking around.

"thanks" Lydia tsks. she doesn't understand why he is being nice all of the sudden. she lead him into her room, which was the only room in the house her mother was not allowed to touch or remodel. and she liked it that way.

 "your room has changed a lot, yet its still the same. " stiles states looking around the place.

"Stop that" Lydia said flatly looking at the ground. 

"Stop what?" He asked as not knowing what she was talking about.

"Stop pretending we are friends and let's just study" she glares looking up. remembering he is the one that did not want her friendship.  

"whatever " Stiles mumbles as he watches Lydia pull out her laptop from her backpack while her back is facing him, he takes in how much older she has gotten. at school she was always covered and looking down, he simply never seen her look so casual.