A week had passed since the encounter with Stiles Stilinski and there had been no, tutoring, awkward glances, no talking. Nothing.
This make Lydia wonder why Stiles was in such of a rush to get out of the class (apart for the creepy looks from Mr Williams) a rush to shove her across the hallway and run off.
Did he hate her? There was no reason to?
She's done nothing wrong to Stiles apart from being signed to tutor him, which wasn't really her fault since it was Mr Williams had ordered her to do it.
It's not her fault! Why couldn't he have signed an actual tutor to do the job?
'It's all Mr Williams fault! Just you wait till I get my hand on hi-' snap.
Lydia looked down to see the third broken pencil today. She sighed and picked out a new pencil from her pencil case.
She furrowed her eyebrows 'why was I thinking so hard about this? It's not like I care about him?'
She suddenly felt really uncomfortable sitting in the class room with Stiles sitting 3 rows behind her.
She took a quick sneaky glance behind her and saw Stiles whispering into Jessica's ear while she giggled, leaning into Stiles's body, blushing bright red while twirling her curled hair around her finger.
Rage washed over her.
'How dare he!' Lydia's looked furious 'Shoving me without saying sorry and running off, what a dick prick!' She thought angrily 'he could at least act a little bit sorry!' She gripped her new pencil to the point where it would snap again.
Minutes passed and Lydia just glared at the clock.
She was normally calm and collected, never rushed anything and took her time.
But this. This. This really riled up Lydia. Then she reminded herself again.
'What Iam I doing? It's a stupid boy, stop it' Lydia took a deep breath, in threw the nose and out the the mouth.
She instinctively relaxed and calmed down, looking back at the board to write the conclusion of the practical the class had last lesson on cheek cells, the bell went.
Lydia sighed and looked down at the empty page off her book- she would have to finish it off as homework later.
Packing away her books and pencil case she placed her bag on her shoulders and calmly walked out off class for lunch.
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Tutoring?(Stydia Fanfic)
FanfictionPupils were already pouring out the doors. Lydia chucked her books into her bag and flung her bag over the her shoulder before rushing to the door- "Ms Martin!" She froze," can I talk to you please." Well it was more than a demand the a question but...
