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Stiles Stilinski has been in love with Lydia Martin since third grade.
His true happiness depends on her number. He wishes every day that he'll get to see his number: 82108310924, on her left arm.
He's never gotten a clear enough look to see her number, or the number of her soulmate, because he isn't even cool enough to say hello to her without getting shut down.
He's memorized the number on his left arm in hopes of seeing it on his soulmate. It could be anyone, but he would definitely prefer it to be Lydia.
82267531564. That's his soulmate's number. He plans to find out who it is if it's the last damn thing he does.
Scott McCall had never had a real crush on someone... until he met Allison Argent.
The second she walked through the door to his class on the first day of school, he almost fainted.
He didn't think he believed in love at first sight, but he was extremely wrong.
Allison was his sun, moon, and stars. She was everything.
When they found out that they had each other's numbers on their arms, they didn't know what to do.
So they made out for 3 and 1/2 hours and then just smiled a lot.
Stiles was genuinely happy for Scott, but he could feel jealousy seeping into his smile as Scott hugged him excitedly.
Lydia Martin was knew Jackson Whittemore wasn't her soulmate as soon as they started dating, but she kept dating him anyways.
After all, what was the point in finding your true soulmate before you've had a bit fun?
When she was around him, she wore a mask.
She convinced herself she didn't mind.
When she was rendered speechless by Stiles Stilinski at prom, she convinced herself it meant nothing.
Little did she know, her number was on his arm, and his number was on hers.
The second Allison Argent met Scott McCall, she knew they were soulmates.
She didn't need proof. She could feel it.
And damn, did it feel good.
She didn't think it would happen, but when she looked up at Scott as she took her last breath, she felt both numbers fade off her arms.
Then Scott felt hers fade off him.