Strange things always happen in the town of Beacon Hills, and life is hard for teenagers, with things like exams, classes, pesky teachers, drama and the occasional full moon, no one can really be prepared for anything.
That leads us to the main prot...
"Scott's coming over? tonight?" Lydia asked Allison as we walked down the halls and up the flight of stairs,
"We're just studying together," Allison said trying to be innocent,
"Just studying, never ends with just studying," Lydia told her, "it's like getting into a hot tub, somebody eventually cops a feel,"
"So what are you saying?" Allison asked as she came up behind us,
"I'm gonna let Lydia take this one," I said with a smirk as I looked back at the pair,
"I'm just saying, make sure he covers up," Lydia told her and Allison looked away with confusion on her face, "hello, Snow White! Do it with a condom,"
"Are you kidding? After one date?" Allison asked with a laugh,
"I have plenty in my locker if you wanna take one?" I offered her and she only tilted her head at me, looking taken back,
"Don't be a total prude, give him a little taste," Lydia said before climbing more stairs, only to stop for Allison again,
"Well, I, I mean how far is a little taste?" Allison questioned,
"How far are you willing to go?" I asked back and she smiled before shrugging her shoulders,
"Oh, god, you really like him don't you," Lydia said more as a statement than a question,
"Well, he's just different. When I first moved here, I had a plan, no boyfriends till college. I just move too much. But...then I met him, and...he was different. I don't know. Can't explain it," Allison said in the most genuine and innocent way ever,
"I can," Lydia said that it's a straight face, "it's your brain flooding with phenylalanine,"
"What?" Allison asked with a laugh,
"The chemical the brain produces when a person falls in love," I told her, in the simplest way possible,
"How are you two this smart?" Allison asked as she looked between us,
"Not sure," I said as I looked down the hall, thinking about the last time I got any action, "probably the Mozart I listened to as a baby,"
"I'll tell you what to do. When's he coming over?" Lydia asked her trying to be helpful,
"Right after school," Allison answered,
"Hmmm," Lydia said as the bell rang, she started walking down the halls and we followed her,
Lydia started to explain Allison what to do, and I only trailed behind because this was more Lydia place of expertise than mine. After a while we made it out of the school, with us going out separate ways. Allison offered to drop me home, but with her having so much to think about with Scott I decided to take the bus.
