You're hurting her ▷ Stydia

Chapter one:

Lydia
"Ugh" I wake up to sound of my alarm playing that familiar yet annoying pop song. Have you ever bought a song and set it as your alarm thinking 'This is going to make me so happy when I wake up, I'm going to have no choice but to dance around as soon as I wake up!' But then after three days the song gets so annoying you just want to throw your phone at the wall? Yeah me too.

"Just five more minutes!" I yelled attempting to press the snooze button, but ended up accidentally pressing my home button causing my phone to unlock. Great. Now my alarm won't go off again and i will just end up falling asleep without a snooze button to wake me up in time for school. "Okay I'm getting up" I groaned starting to sit up and stretched my arms out as far as they could reach. As I pulled the blankets off of the top of me and pressed my feet against the wooden floor, I realised how cold it was the floor included. I ran over to my dresser and pulled out some socks and a hoodie.

Now making my way into the bathroom I ran into my mom. "Morning" she smiled and kept walking through the hallway. I just rolled my eyes and kept on walking to the bathroom. She never paid much attention to me anymore. She just says that simple 'hello' and not once in two years has she asked how my day has been after I get home from a long hard day at school. I bet she thinks my academic standards are as low as her conversation ability. But you know whatever. I walked through the bathroom door as that familiar fragrance caught my attention. I turned my head to the bathroom counter and walked towards it. With a smirk I applied some N• Chanel perfume, curled my hair and did my makeup. Not too much. just you know, the regular amount of foundation, blush and pink lipgloss that every teenage girl should wear. But that's my opinion.

Walking back into my room I put on a light blue blouse, long black tights and a black tie up jacket over the top. To be completely honest I was still quite cold. But it's what people at school want to see. Expecially none other than Jackson Whittemore, the schools captain of the winning lacrosse team. How hot right?

As I clip-clopped down the stairs in my tall black heeled boots I realised that my mother had already left the house with a note on the kitchen counter. 'Went to work, there is some lunch money in the cupboard $125 should be enough for shopping afterwards? Love you xx' I smiled at the gesture I wish she would make in person. I walked over to the cupboard and took out the $125 and grabbed my handbag before locking the door and walking out of the house.

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When I got out of my black Volkswagen Beetle and made my way over to the front doors of Beacon hills high school. Just before I got to the path way leading up to those doors, I heard the familiar sound of my boyfriends porch pulling into his usual parking space. I smiled as I skipped over towards him.
He shut his door, pulling off his sun glasses and making his way over to me. His lips instantly forced themselves onto mine, and nothing could tear them apart. His hands were on my waist as my arms were wrapped around his neck. I could feel people staring us down but it didn't seem to bother me. But it bothered Jackson. I slipped my tongue passed his bottom lip as he pulled away and glared at everyone around us. "Bye Lydia" he smirked and walked away holding his backpack over one shoulder. "Oh well- bye then" I retorted.

I rolled my eyes and walked towards the doors when I heard a faint sound beside me. Some boy saying some thing about me ignoring him. I just kept walking, as the bell rang. I then walked into my first period of course, taking my usual seat next to none other then my boyfriend. His best friend Danny sitting behind him. "Jackson are you ready for Lacrosse try-"
"Of course I'm ready" he cut me off in a firm voice. looking at the board at the front of the room. There was no way that he was actually paying attention. Jackson has never liked school, the only reason he comes is because of lacrosse and the money that his adoptive parents promise him if he goes.