Stydia

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You're in the second grade. You're a talented, bright, girl and you're the top of your class- even though you're only 8 years old.

But even though you're close to a genius when it comes to school in general, your parents and even your friends don't seem to notice.

You're just the popular red head with the pretty face. Your parents forget to pick you up from school, again. So you're sitting on the front steps of the school, waiting for what seems like forever.

A tall, skinny boy with a buzz cut sits next to you as you type on your phone frantically to your parents- asking them where they are.

He clears his throat and looks over at you. "You- you want some of my curly fries? I have some extra and if you're just gonna sit here I don't want you to-" "Im not hungry." You say cutting him off as you stare out at the empty parking lot.

After a while of him just sitting there outside the school with you and waiting, you look over at him. "Why are you here?..." You ask.

He looks over at you sheepishly, but doesn't make eye contact. "My dads the sheriff in town now. He's picked up late hours and he forgets to pick me up some times." He says shrugging it off almost as if it's happened plenty of times.

You sigh and look back at the parking lot. "What, your mom can't pick you up?" You ask. He's dead silent for a while and after a while you look over at him. He's looking down at his lap with tears in his eyes.

You realize what's going on and bite your lip. "Look Im sorry... I didn't know..." you trail off as you see him quickly wiping away tears and making a face that shows that he's aggravated at him self for crying.

You quickly tilt his head up so that he's looking at you before wiping away a tear with your other hand. "Cheer up kid. Ok? 'Cause you never know when someone could be falling in love with your smile."

He smiles up at you. You swear you've never seen such a bright smile before. All of the sudden, you spot your dad in his car as he parks in front of the school.

You stand up and say bye to the boy. As you get in the car you hear a soft "Bye Lydia..." Before you close the door. As you're driving away you realize you never got his name. Oh well. You'll just ask him tomorrow.

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You're in the 6th grade. You've long forgotten about the sweet boy with the buzz cut, and now have a new focus.

Popularity.

You've realized that you're smarts aren't going to get you places, so you have to show off other things like your looks instead. You're against the lockers, putting your books away when someone slams into you. Your books go flying and you sigh angrily.

"Watch where you're going!" You scream looking down at your books. You hear a scoff. "How about you watch where you're going?! You slammed into me! What are you trying to ruin me?" You hear someone say. You wonder how someone could be so conceited. You look up at the guy to yell at him, but as your eyes lock. It seems almost magnetic.

He widens his eyes and bites his lip clearing his throat. "Look... I'm sorry I didn't mean it I just- well I didn't know that you- I just didn't know you were so-"

"Pretty? Yeah. I get that a lot." You say smirking, cutting him off. He chuckles looking down. "Nah not pretty. Beautiful." He says. You blush smiling softly and he clears his throat.

"My names Jackson. I just moved to beacon hills. And what would your name be?" He asks. You smile looking up at him.

"Lydia. Lydia Martin." You say, smiling. He nods and leans towards you, slipping a piece of paper in your pocket.