"Please, don't. You can say anything, anything but that."
Lydia Taylor's brother is classmates with Reece Bibby and that was about the extent of her relationship with the band.
Then, her brother throws a party, and guess who are invited? Well, New H...
At around 3 o'clock that afternoon, while Lydia was rewatching season one of Teen Wolf and pretending that every time Stiles said 'Lydia', he was referring to her, the phone on her bedside table vibrated, indicating that she had received a message.
From Unknown Number Hey, we'll pick you up at 7, is that alright?
To Unknown Number I am sincerely hoping that this is either Reece, Blake or George
From Unknown Number Oh haha right, sorry, this is Reece
To Unknown Number Well, you could be a stalker and you're just saying that because I've revealed who I want you to be
From Unknown Number Wow
From Unknown Number Your logic is astounding
From Unknown Number
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Lydia smiled at the photo he had sent as proof of his identity, and saved his number into her phone, assigning the selfie as his contact image.
To Reeceyboyyy Okay, fine, you're not an axe murderer
To Reeceyboyyy Or are you?
To Reeceyboyyy And yeah, 7 o'clock is good, thanks :)
Turning off her phone, she grinned and turned back to her computer screen, and hit play on the scene where Jackson slammed Scott into the locker, already thinking about her outfit for the night and cursing herself for being such a girl.
***
As it was nearing 7 o'clock, while she was getting ready for dinner with the New Hope Club boys and jamming out to their covers on YouTube - which, she had to admit, were brilliant - there was a knock on her window.
"Mac!" the blonde girl said happily, trying to move forward towards the window then gasping in surprise as she was yanked backwards.
"Oh- um, my- would you look at that, the hair curler is, in fact, still connected to the wall!" she muttered in surprise, when in actual fact, she was trying really hard not to burst into laughter. However, Mac was still glaring at her through the window, waiting to be let in, so she put the hot curling iron down onto her vanity and ran over to push it open.
"Why is it so bloody cold out here? It's 10 degrees out, but on your window, it's, like -30?" the black-haired boy demanded, rubbing his hands together as he climbed into the bedroom.
"Stop being a drama queen." Lydia replied, rolling her eyes.
"Anyway, what were you texting me about this... date?" he asked in a guarded tone.
"It's not a date!" she insisted, "Why would I go on a date with three boys at once?"
