After the frustratingly long maths lesson was over with, Stiles had history. He didn't mind history, mainly because he didn't have to do any work, and just got to draw all lesson.
Today they were learning about Hitler and the Holocaust, and Stiles was drawing a young jewish boy sharing bread with a young German boy through a hole in a fence. Obviously he knew that would of never happened, but he saw it in a film once and thought it would be a much nicer thing to draw than what actually happened.
All of a sudden, the head master walked in with a new student. Her name was Lydia Martin.
She was stunning, she had long, curly, ginger hair, half of which was plaited and wrapped around her head, leaving the rest falling elegantly down her back. Her green eyes had flakes of gold throughout them, and they were glistening like diamonds. On her full, round lips she had a dark red lipstick on, which looked beautiful against her paler skin. She was wearing a floral dress with a white leather jacket and brown heeled boots, matched with a red handbag and some gold bangles.
She reminded Stiles of a painting, he never thought anyone this beautiful could exist, let alone in be Beacon Hills. He felt a sudden pain in his chest when he realised that she would never even pay attention to him, let alone talk to him. All he could do was admire her.
What Stiles didn't know is that he was wrong about thinking she wouldn't notice him- and sooner or later Lydia Martin would change his life
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The Treehouse ( A Stydia fan fiction )
FanfictionStiles Stilinski, a young painter, falls in love with new girl Lydia Martin the moment she walked into his history class. He fell in love with her eyes first, they glistened like he'd never seen before. He started painting her, writing about her, he...
