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Stiles just nodded enthusiastically to Lydia’s answer. There was nothing else he could really say on that subject at least. She probably did not want to hear his complaints about that class. But then she also probably did not want to hear him speak most of the time. Stiles stopped in his tracks at Lydia accepting. “I-I’ll meet you at my car. It’s right out the front so you can’t miss it.” Stiles gathered himself enough to speak before she disappeared. He returned Lydia’s wave before walking quickly out of sight of her classroom. It was lucky that the hallway was nearly empty as his fist pump and cheer was not his proudest moment.

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Stiles made sure to be at his jeep five minutes before the last bell had even gone. It was already clean but he wanted it to be perfect for Lydia. No matter who much he wiped he could not get this one spot off the front windscreen. It was the passenger side as well which only made it more unacceptable. 

Even if Lydia heard him, she didn’t acknowledge it, crossing the room until she reached her seat which was on the other side of the room. The desk was perched near the window so she could gain access to the outdoors whenever she’s not in the mood to listen. History was written in books and it was easy to interpret the lines printed on their textbook so she found herself dozing off that afternoon.

The hours blurred quickly, the chatter of the students fading into the background as the last bell rang. Everyone shot up from their seats and most of the students couldn’t get to the door quick enough. They were done for the day; there was nothing she wanted more than to go home and have a hot shower. Still, she kept her composure and was one of the last pupils who stepped out of the room. Lydia leisurely walked along the hallways, taking her time before reaching the front steps of the school. Stiles’ jeep looked out of place among the crowd of students but she made sure to get his attention upon her arrival, flipping her hair to the side as she walked towards his jeep.

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"Good." Stiles nodded when Lydia conceded. If he was honest he had been expecting a bit more difficulty from the girl. That would have been her usual response. Stiles liked she didn’t stick to his expectations though. Made it much more interesting. "Calculus. Great thing to go have just after lunch. And yours is?" Stiles thought it was better to ask than just say it even if he knew it. Now that they were walking side by side, he looked over at Lydia. He wouldn’t be shocked if she thought him a creep but he wondered just how much. And if there was anything he could to change that. "Oh if you need a lift home today, I have a free last so I can give you one." he offered. "Since Jackson isn’t here and I know way too much about what Allison and Scott’s plans are tonight."

“American History,” she answered without so much as looking at his direction as she continued walking towards her room. It was only on the first floor so their walk wouldn’t even take that long. As they approach the room, his voice filled her ears once again and this time, she turned her head to face him. It was an offer she cannot refuse since her car is still in the mechanic and using public transport is something she despises because of all the dangers lurking in them. Buses filled with strangers who may have nefarious motives makes her paranoid. Swallowing her pride, she forced a smile onto her lips and gave him a nod, “Alright, I suppose I’ll see you later then.” Once they’ve reached her room, she gave him a quick wave and disappeared inside, making a beeline to her usual seat.

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Stiles stomped his foot angrily. It may have been a bit childish but he was not going to let Lydia take this away from him. Jackson may never miss another day of school again. “It’s on my way any way and I don’t need any books. You don’t want to walk alone on a day like today.” he said. She really had a lot to learn about Stiles if she thought he was ever going to give up that easily. “C’mon. You don’t want to be late and ruin that perfect record of yours.” He started walking in the direction of Lydia’s class. He already knew her timetable so he did not have to ask where to go. If she asked, he would just say it was a lucky guess.

It was obvious that he had no intention of giving up so quickly and Lydia didn’t really want to taint her perfect attendance record with no late or absent. Even when she’s sick, she still attends school since she didn’t want to miss on any lessons. Crossing her arms over her chest, she scoffed, “Fine.” How he knew the way to her next class was something she would rather not learn about. She didn’t even want to think about the possibilities of Stiles’ stalking her since that was totally plausible but for the sake of their friendship, she would not let her mind drift to those kind of thoughts. “So, what’s your next class then?” It was only polite to ask him that instead of just enjoying the blissful silence of their walk towards her classroom.

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Stiles raised his eyebrows. That was an, interesting idea, to say the least. “Ah yes, with all my curves and my enormous rack.” he said dryly. “It’s a surprise I don’t already wear skirts and dresses.” Not even Lydia would be able to get him into girl’s clothes. No matter what she promised. Although he did like the fact it meant she was looking at him. “And that will be the next game.” That was as far as Stiles got before the bell signalling the end of lunch interrupted him. He got up, brushing his pants. “Would you like me to walk you to class?” he asked. Stiles couldn’t really be late to his next class but he still wanted to spend more time with Lydia. He would take the time while he could.

Even before she could make a remark on his response, the bell rang signalling that their next period would be starting soon. Lydia was about to tell him that she can find her way to her next period with Allison but when she tilted her head to look at the girl, she was already scurrying off with Scott. The guy isn’t even in their class but she realized that Jackson was, so this is probably the reason why she didn’t recall Allison leaving with him before. Still, she didn’t have the intentions of being walked to class by Stiles in case the other guy misinterpret her actions. Throwing a smile on his direction, she gathered her things and stood up. “It’s fine, I can walk by myself since we’re not in the same class or have you forgotten that?” she reminded him.

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Stile noticeably deflated. “I don’t think I have any dignity but if you want me to stop then just ask.” He didn’t want to give Lydia an excuse to leave. He knew he needed to tone it done but that was easier said than done. “If I looked good in a skirt I might just. But if we are looking at who had the legs for it, well…” Stiles gestured to Lydia and then himself. Shorts were uncommon for him so there was a very slim chance he would ever wear a skirt. The world was not ready for that paleness quite yet. Stiles let out a deep breath. Not getting on Lydia’s nerves was harder than he ever thought it would be. For him it was near impossible. “Despite your obvious lack of enthusiasm I still let you have some of my half time oranges. I know cheering loudly for me will be very tiring. You’ll need that energy to get through the second half. That’s when I’ll really get into the game.” Stiles said, slapping his leg to emphasise his point.

When Lydia noticed how his mood suddenly took a turn, she decided to stop on making him feel bad about his chanting skills. It was never her intention to make anyone feel worse about themselves, not even when majority of the students think she purposely does these kind of things because she thrives from pushing down people. Pinching her brows, she shook the thoughts off her head and brought back her focus on him. As he stated the obvious, she made a point to look at her current outfit and realized that she was indeed wearing a skirt, probably third day in a row. Her closet was filled with a variety of skirts and dress, the number of jeans she has she can definitely count with her two hands. Trying to remain unfazed by his comment, she smiled widely at him with her eyes gleaming with mischief. “You know, Stiles. I think we can dress you up as a girl instead. You can definitely pass as one especially with that body,” she uttered, eying him up and down before meeting back his gaze. “Like I’ve said, I’ll cheer for you when you’re on the field playing and not sitting on the bench,” she pointed out again.

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“It’s a bit of a gut feeling. And maybe Coach’s new love for Scott will transfer over to me. Stranger things have happened you know.” Stiles said. He nodded his head as if the matter was a certainty. Surely having Lydia there would be enough motivation for him. Stiles grinned at Lydia. It was not obvious but he felt he had now successful turned the conversation and mood around. Quite quickly too, which only added to his confidence. “Who will we dial? That kid Stiles. Although you might not know him, as we keep no files.” He continued his chant, getting more into it as he added to it. If lacrosse didn’t work out then maybe he could be a cheerleader. He would certainly be good at it. “It’s that or the mascot, and I don’t even know what that is. The cheerleading skirt would be much more your style. I’ll even let you choose any colour you want for it, does not have to be the school colours.” Stiles attempted to bargain. He would make it himself if that’s what it took to get the girl in one. 

“Like Scott being on first line,” she mumbled in response to his comment. Even if Lydia hasn’t been keeping an eye over the duo the past year, she was pretty sure that neither actually played on the field before. How Scott suddenly got into the good graces of their coach was beyond explanation; or how he suddenly outdid Jackson on the playing field. Jackson kept on suggesting that Scott must have been on steroids during the try outs but she thinks that it’s definitely something else. Or she’s just being paranoid and the guy just had lots of practice during the summer and got better. It wasn’t impossible, even if she heard before that Scott is asthmatic. Shaking the thoughts of her head, she looked around to see if anyone is staring but thankfully, no one has their eyes on her and Stiles, who was failing at not sounding ridiculous. “Stiles, if you want to keep your dignity, you may as well stop now,” she stated in a neutral tone. It wasn’t that annoying since it was keeping her distracted but at the same time, she’s not enjoying it either. “If you want it so bad to have a cheerleader, you can just get up as one,” she muttered under her breath.

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002 || not the expected

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Stiles rubbed his nose with the back of his hand, not quite meeting Lydia’s eyes. She wasn’t managing to make him feel any better. “Okay maybe not yet. But they will let me off that bench.” He nodded his head trying to make himself believe. Already his father was turning up to watch him. Stiles didn’t want to disappoint him by wasting his time again. “I have already got some of the chant for you. Look there is Stiles. He can run for miles!" Somehow he managed to pretend to be enthusiastic although he had no idea where he got it from. "If you wear a cheerleading uniform it will be much appreciated. Not just me either." It probably was not his best idea but he winked at Lydia.

“What makes you so sure that they would even let you off the bench this time? Have you managed to bribe your Coach in making you play? Or maybe you’re psychic now?” There was a hint of playfulness in her tone as she asked him these question. Lydia can barely contain her amusement as he tried on making a cheer for himself, shaking her head at him as she mumbled, “You can do so much better than that chant, Stilinski.” Cheerleading, that would be something she would never get into even if the most popular girl in school was meant to be the head cheerleader. It would be putting too much pressure on her so she deadpanned, “Never in a million years would you see me wearing a cheerleading outfit. Not in this lifetime.”

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"Trust me, I know that!" Stiles bit back. He was well aware of that fact and didn’t need Lydia to remind him. He shook his head, his wasn’t going to allow himself to get frustrated. That would not be productive. "So… shall I expect to see at the lacrosse game this weekend? With sign cheering me on as I walk on the field?” His enthusiasm increased as he talked although he had to ignore Scott’s laughter. Just because the bastard will actually be playing a game for once. He felt like everything would improve if he get five minutes to prove himself. “I can help you come up with a chant if you need one.” he shrugged his shoulders. “Not sure what you can rhyme with Stilinski though. But I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”

With his sudden outburst, Lydia just stared at him wide-eyed. Well, she wasn’t being entirely pleasant in their whole conversation so maybe a part of her was to blame but she won’t apologize, not for something as silly as this. Stiles need to man up and grow a pair when he’s all about sarcasm anyway. When he suddenly averted the topic to lacrosse, she crossed her arms and leaned back on her chair. “Well, I know about the game but are you even playing? Did you actually earn a place in the field instead of just being on the bench?” she questioned with mild curiosity, trying not to let it show on her face that she was interested because she wasn’t. Being curious isn’t the same as being interested in what’s happening in his life. Still, she might as well put some effort when he’s so keen in befriending her.

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"Yep, no bothering from me. None at all." Stiles emphasised the last three words. They both knew that what he said was not true. If that did happen then everyone would be amazed, it would just about be a miracle. Stiles huffed. As much as he assumed he would get a response like that it still disappointed him. He could always hope that one day Lydia would change her mind and surprise everyone. "Personally I don’t think that is a brilliant idea but if you must." Stiles replied, his voice bitter. There was only so much he could say. He really needed to find a new topic of conversation to have with Lydia. They always seemed to revolve around the same few things. Stiles chewed on his bottom lip as he attempted to think. But he was having no luck. It was always harder for him to think when Lydia was nearby.

It was obvious that Stiles doesn’t like Jackson but did he really have to make Lydia aware of that every time the two of them converse with one another? As tiring as it was hearing from a hundred different people everyday that she deserves someone better than Jackson, she can’t still heed their warnings because she loves the guy. They may constantly be on each other’s throats when no one is watching but that didn’t allow these people to talk bad of him when they have no idea what the guy is going through. “It’s a good thing I don’t care what you have to say then, or anyone else’s for that matter when it comes to my relationship. This is a free country and I am free to date whoever I please,” she uttered under her breath, the annoyance in her tone seeping out.

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"See you know I’ll beat you eventually. And that scares you." Stiles said. That was not going to be any time soon though. Lydia still had that edge over him. "It’s not something you want to brag about so maybe I don’t want to hear it." He shrugged, hoping that he looked as if he did not care then she might share. Stile’s wasn’t great at looking casual though. It only seemed to make him look more creepy. Stiles nodded his head. "Good. Very good." That helped to reassure him. If only slightly. "Have you also been keeping doors and windows locked? Especially when alone? Also to keep Jackson out. I feel like that would be a good idea." Stiles was completely serious about the last part. If it was up to him, all places would be a Jackson free zone.

With a huff and another eye roll, Lydia decided not to comment on that. She can never be too confidence about her intelligence because one day, there would be someone out there who’s just as intelligent as she is, if not more, and she needs to face the truth that she’ll get beaten in her own game. Underneath all the confidence being radiated from her, she still has her worries and doubts from time to time. “Good, then you won’t bother me about it then,” she responded, noticing the way he sounded so casual she was sure that he had another motive laced on those words. The redhead felt like a child, with him praising her for something as simple as staying away from the outdoors during the night. As if she needed to be reminded of that, she was a big girl now for crying out loud. She’s not some kid who needs to be told about locking her doors and windows. “You do know that Jackson can just knock and use the front door and I’ll allow him to go inside, right?” she inquired, voice flat void of any emotion.

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