Lydia Martin let out a melodramatic sigh, resting her chin in her hands and gazing across the cafeteria at the God-like, physical anomaly that was Stiles Stilinski.
His bright, amber eyes were alight with happiness, playfully shoving his right hand man, Scott McCall.
He sat at the head of a lunch table directly in the center of the lunchroom, his fellow popular teenagers hanging on to the lacrosse star's every word.
Stiles Stilinski was easily the most popular boy in school, proudly wearing the labels of lacrosse captain, student body president, founder of the debate club, and generally the funniest guy in their class.
Granted, he would have also claimed the title of nicest guy in school had it not been for his gem of a best friend Scott.
Speaking of the infamous best friend, the puppy-eyed boy was currently staring unabashedly at Lydia's new-found friend, Allison Argent.
The dark-haired girl had all the unwritten requirement boxes for easy popularity checked off without even trying, and yet on her first day here, Allison had approached Lydia, determined to befriend the isolated strawberry blonde.
The two had become fast friends, their dueling personalities somehow melding together to form the perfect melody.
Truthfully, Lydia was still surprised, and eternally grateful, that a girl like Allison wanted to spend time with someone of her lowly status.
As a young child, Lydia had easily been the smartest girl in her class. Unfortunately, as the years progressed, this skill had become a means for social rejection in the eyes of her peers.
When faced with the choice of smothering her talents for acceptance or letting nature take its course, she had remained on the path of academic success and would do so again if presented with the chance to start over.
Even if that meant falling under Stiles Stilinski's radar, however much that hurt.
"Do you think he's looking at me?"
"Huh?" Lydia was startled out of her Stiles-induced stupor by the melodic voice of her best friend.
"Did you even hear any of that?" Allison giggled at her counterpart, "Or were you too fixated on your mysterious crush? Where is he, by the way?"
"Nice try, Argent," Lydia laughed, "but you're not getting it out of me that easily. To answer your previous question, yes, for the love of God, yes, Scott was looking at you and he has been since the day you stepped foot in Beacon Hills. Honestly, just jump his bones already."
"Lydia," Allison squealed, a blush heating up her face as she nudged the girl, "he could hear you."
"From all the way across the cafeteria?" Lydia raised a brow in disbelief.
"Fine," the darker-haired girl sighed, "honestly, I'm just waiting for him to make a move already. I mean, I've made it obvious enough how I feel, haven't I?"
"God, I wish I had your problems," Lydia sighed dramatically.
At that moment, her rose gold watch chimed softly, alerting the strawberry blonde that it was time for her to make her way to the school library for her mid-day studying session.
"Already?" Allison pouted, not wanting the girl to leave.
"You'll be fine," Lydia rolled her eyes, "just go sit with Jackson or something. See you later, love you."
Allison echoed her last statement as she made her way out of the cafeteria, unaware of a presence covertly following behind her.
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Multi-Fandom One-Shots Part 2
FanfictionSo apparently you can only have 200 chapters in a single book, so, here are some my favorite one-shots throughout the fandom part 2.