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Lydia arrived at her dorm, knocked quietly and the door immediately flung open. "Where have you been!" Allison exclaimed, grabbing Lydia by the wrist and pulling her into the room. Lydia said nothing, but walked over and perched on her bed. "Well?" Allison urged. "What's up Lyds?" Lydia sighed, falling onto her back. Allison came and sat beside her.
"I spoke to Malia." She began, and she felt Allison tense slightly. "Don't worry, I guess I needed to hear what she had to say." Allison tangled her fingers in Lydia's hair, and stayed silent for Lydia to continue. "She said Stiles led her on and then dumped her after-"
Lydia chocked on her words, and unwanted tears suddenly spilled down her face. "She made me realise that's all he's doing to me. Leading me on." She sat up, and Allison wiped away her tears. "What have I told you about dating fuckboys!" Allison said, working a giggle out of Lydia. "Honestly though Lyds, don't let this make you upset. Any guy would be stupid to pass up a chance to be with you."
Lydia smiled, and stood from the bed. "I'm gonna shower. How about you set up a film and order a pizza. My treat." Allison nodded, as Lydia left the room.
She let the warm water douse her thoughts and erase any anticipation of Stiles. She just wanted to forgot what Malia had taught her today; she didn't want to believe it.
But she did.
Lydia slipped into some sweats and pulled a jumper over her head, leaving her feet bare. She returned to her bed, where she propped herself up on her elbows to scroll through netflix on the open laptop left infront of her. Allison had changed into a similar attire to Lydia, and she followed suit by flinging herself onto the bed beside her. "I've ordered pizza." Allison smiled.
"Great. What film do you want to watch?" Lydia asked. Allison shrugged. "Whatever. Put anything on." At that moment, there was a knock at the door. "Pizza already?" Allison wondered aloud. She walked to the door, and opened it.
Instead of being greeted with their food, Scott's face emerged around the door. "Hey babe, I have Lydia's things." His eyes worked their way to Lydia, and he smiled. "Come in," Lydia said, hopping from the bed. "Thank you." She smiled, taking her things from Scotts arms. "We've ordered a pizza, and are gonna watch a movie if you wanted to stay for a while?" Lydia asked, throwing her things beside her wardrobe.
"I don't want to intrude on your girls night," he spoke, shoving his hands awkwardly into his jean pockets. Allison laughed. "Don't be silly."
There was another knock on the door, and this time it was as expected. After opening the door, Allison turned to Lydia. "Throw me a $20." Scott stepped forward, and took a note from his pocket. "I've got it," he handed his cash to the man, taking the pizza and placing it on Allison's bed. "Thanks," the pizza guy said, and Allison shut the door.
"Well now you have to say," Lydia laughed. Scott chuckled, sitting beside her. "So what film were you gonna watch?" He asked. Lydia shrugged, and resumed scrolling through the recommended movies. Allison passed them a pizza box, leaving the other on her bed. "What about that?" She said, pointing at a film that had appeared on the screen. "It has Dave Franco in it, and he's pretty hot." Scott shoved her lightly, and Allison laughed.
Lydia selected the film, snatching up a slice of pizza. For hours they sat chatting, forgetting the film infront of them. They talked about anything; anything but a certain honey eyed boy. And Lydia was so grateful that for one evening, she didn't think of him.
