Swaying my hips purposefully, I make my way to my car and pull out my phone. I scroll through my long contact list to find Stiles' number. The jocks put it on my phone a while back when they prank called him because they knew he would respond to my number.
I sit in my car and start typing to Stiles.
Sorry about today. Can we maybe study tonight?
He responds immediately.
Ya. Yes. Sure. Like what time? Where?
7:30 at my place. See you then. ;)
I set my phone down and start to drive home. My mom's never home. She goes out every night and comes home a week later. I never see her anymore. My dad's out of my life and I don't even have his phone number anymore. He doesn't care about me or my mom. And she is starting to not care either.
I adjust my skirt and get out of my red convertible (which I bought my self). I pull out my mirror from my purse and reapply my lipstick. Biting my lower lip, I grab my key and open the door. It seems so quiet. Just me. Nobody else to bother me and get on my nerves. I eat some cheese slices, because, hey. Cheese is delicious.
Stiles texts me.
Should I bring my books? Or...
No. Just bring your pretty little self, sweetheart.
Sweetheart?
Mhm. ;)
What are you doing? I thought you hated me. Are you PMS-ing or something?
No. I just finally realized what I really want. ;)
Hm. Alright. See you tonight.
I put my phone down. Let the games begin.
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Just me, Lydia.
FanfictionLydia's the girl with red lipstick and a glossy finish over it. She's the girl with the "superpowers". She's the girl with floral dresses. She's the girl who every boy stares at during school. She's the girl who grooms her every feature until perfec...
