Unspoken-Stydia.

14

" I'm not talking to anyone. What's it to you? "

Stiles snapped. He adjusted the bag on his behind looking at the much shorter strawberry blonde before her. His eyebrows creased.

Lydia was somewhat surprised at his reply. She swore she wanted to hit his face with her knuckle right there. God, he's so upsetting! But before Lydia thought that, she thought about how hot he looked in the three-fourth dark flannel he was wearing. It increased the attractiveness on his features. He looked so hot in black. She had to admit, he really was. Every new thing he wore, it would send strange yet delicious aches between her legs. OH!

Stiles' eyes then started to wander on her outfit. The outfit she wore looked so adorable and hot at the same time. It was pretty distracting.

Both of them kept their cold stares on each other.

Lydia nodded slightly lifting his chin up a bit showing her confidence and that she wasn't even close to being offended.

" Right. " said she.

Lydia then started walking past him to the classroom. Stiles watched her go before a thought came in his mind.

" Wait, Lydia. " he lightly held his shoulder stopping her.

Lydia looked a little puzzled there for half a second before she gave him a look to proceed.

" I just wanted to ask, um,... " he started.

Lydia raised an eyebrow at him hugging her notebooks tight.

" Are you from this class? " he asked squinting his eyes.

Lydia frowned at him. The school had changed the schedule after the spring break ended. So, every student had some new classes on new schedules to be in.

" Yes. " she answered. " What's it to you? " she snapped.

Lydia retaliated at him and started going in the classroom.

Stiles sighed and gave himself a look of disappointment. He knew what she did there and he hated it but at the same time, it turned him on. She was definitely one feisty banshee. His subconscious was pretty much turned on at the moment. Stiles then changed his expression at the thought of her and chuckled. He bit his lip and smirked at himself.

He took a last deep breath in. Before, finally, he entered the classroom.

But the sight made him frown once again.

There were about twenty to thirty students in one class. This was the junior history class. Since they had changed the schedule, there were, of course, new faces for each and they were pretty much expected to adjust on their new schedule, new classmates, some new teachers.

But this, this was a big surprise for Stiles.

Fuck. His subconscious cursed.

It was Lydia and Allison. In the middle portion of the seats in class. The girls were sitting beside each other but there were two seats vacant between them and, unfortunately, those two seats were the only vacant seats in class. So, he was pretty much given the chance to pick where to sit. With Allison or Lydia?

" Oh, God. Why do you hate me? " he asked himself silently before giving out an expression of disappointment.

Lydia also noticed the situation but she didn't think about the whole choosing thing. That was Stiles' thought. She was thinking about the fact that she was only two seats apart from Allison Argent. Allison looked at Lydia. Lydia as well looked at her. The whole stare was pretty awkward but then Lydia decided to shake the thought away. Lydia gave Allison a swift warm smile before sitting on her chair. Allison hesitated but she responded anyway.