Unexpected (stydia)

Prolouge

March 19th 2010

'Scott! Scott!' Stiles shouted, his voice cracking slightly. Recognising the top of Scott's head, he pushed through the other students in the corridor to get to him. 

Stiles soon got to him, putting his hands on Scott's shoulders from behind. Scott yelped and looked behind him, 'God, Stiles! You have to stop doing that-!' Scott stopped in his steps so he could yell at Stiles for a bit. Stiles nodded, 'yep, yep. Anyway did you hear what's happening tonight?!' Stiles replied, interrupting Scott.

 Scott didn't respond, ignoring Stiles, he started to walk forward again to his locker. 'ugh, Scott!' Stiles walked caught up with him, pulling his backpack back on his shoulder as it slipped of his shoulder a bit. 'did you hear? Lydia's having her birthday party!'

'yep, I know that Stiles.'

Stiles groaned and followed Scott who was now at his locker. He leaned on the locker next to Scott's, looking at his best friend. 'if i could finish...do you wanna go to it?' Stiles asked Scott. 'I don't know Stiles...' Scott looked back at him after he opened his locker, 'my mom will probably get mad at me as there probably will be drinks there and we aren't even old enough too-'

 'Scott.' Stiles interrupted Scott. 'If there are drinks there, we just won't drink them. Simple.' Stiles then got a eye roll from Scott. 'aaaad Jackson and Lydia broke up. I have a chance with her.' Stiles encouraged Scott. Scott sighed and grabbed a text book from his locker, then closed it with a slam. 'Stiles. You aren't popular, she is.' Stiles returned that comment with a glare, 'okay, whatever. But I'm going whether you are coming or not.' 

'fine.' Scott smiled, 'but you're definitely going to get hungover.'  

'I won't!' 

'okay, okay-' Scott put his hands up in defense. The school bell then rang. 

'well I have Harris, the devil. Wish me luck' Stiles complained and started to walk away from Scott, still facing him, walking backwards. 'good luck dude!' Scott yelled after him.

Stiles turned back around, walking toward his class. He sighed and looked down, still walking and he started to debate if he should even go to class at all and just skip. His thoughts got interrupted when he bumped into someone.

Stiles looked up, 'I'm sor-' he started to say but that's when he saw who it was. Lydia.

Lydia Martin. The girl he has had a crush on since the 3rd grade. 

'Oh! H-Hey Lydia. Sorry about that.' Stiles stuttered slightly, rubbing the back of his neck. 

'It's fine. Don't worry about it.' Lydia brushed it off and she paused looking at Stiles, a frown forming on her face 'wait, who are you?' she asked him.

'U-Uh, I'm Stiles Stilinski...'

'what's a Stiles?' Lydia asked in confusion. 'um, it's my name...w-well my nickname actually, it's what I like to be called...' he responded. Lydia nodded, 'do I sit by you in any classes or anything?'

'oh um...I don't know. Kind off...I sit behind you in AP biology.'

Lydia nodded again, 'are you coming to my party later?' she asked him after a few seconds. Stiles' eyes widened, 'y-yeah of course!' he stuttered loudly. 'great. Well um, maybe I will see you later.' she smiled slightly and awkwardly, she turned around, starting to walk away from him to her class.

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'so you're walking there?' Noah, Stiles' father asked Stiles. Stiles told his father that he was going to this party, and he also promised he wouldn't drink. 'yes.' Stiles replied, walking to the front door of his house.