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“Stiles Stilinski is the vein of my existence.”
Allison sighed, and turned to her friend. “He ignored you again?”
Lydia leaned back against Allison’s locker that they were standing in front of. She looked down at the brown tiling of the school’s, and nodded slowly. “I’ve had a crush on him since the third grade! The fact that he’s hardly said ten words to me in all that time is truly surprising.”
“I’m sorry. Lyds.” Allison said. “You’ll get him someday though. I know it!”
She said it with confidence, but really wasn’t so sure. Stiles Stilinski was the most popular guy in school. He was the star lacrosse player, and man of every girl’s dreams. Her shy and nerdy best friend seemed unlikely to get his attention. That’s why Allison tried her hardest to get Lydia some confidence. Maybe then the rest would come easily.
Lydia suddenly gave a small gasp. Her eyes were fixed on a spot somewhere just past Allison’s head. Allison turned quickly to see Stiles finally entering the school. He was followed by his usually posse: Scott Mccall, Jackson Whittemore, and Isaac Lahey. The four boys leisurely walked down the hall, chatting like they didn’t realize all eyes were on them. Stiles was at the helm, smiling and winking at girls as he walked. Allison couldn’t help rolling her eyes.
When the boys finally neared Allison and Lydia, Lydia made a small whimpering sound, and began pressing herself against the lockers. Stiles and co., walked past without so much as glance at either of the girls. Once they were around the corner, Lydia excitedly jumped up. She grabbed Allison’s shoulders, and squeezed.
“Did he look at me?”
“What?” Allison asked, confused.
“Stiles.” Lydia said. “Did he look at me? It kind of looked like he did.” She continued, not even bothering to wait for a response. “It was like a side look. What do you think that means?”
Allison just stood there baffled. She had no idea what Lydia was talking about. There was definitely not a look. Stiles paid not attention to Lydia as usual. But she didn’t want to hurt her feelings, or bring down her spirit.
“Definitely!” Allison spoke in the most excited tone she could manage. “He was totally looking at you.”
“You know what that means?”
“What?”
Crossing her arms, Lydia grinned. “I’m on his radar.”