"What the Hell is a Stiles?"
My body trembles in nervousness immediately at who that voice belongs to, the one and only Theo frickin’ Raeken.
“Y-yes,” I stutter out ignoring the squealing escaping my best friends mouth.
“2 things,” he breathes out still flustered from jogging across the hall, “One, are you seeing anyone and two, are you free tomorrow night?” Is this forreal, is Theo Raeken asking me out?! I stand there frozen, still replaying those words he just said because again, Theo Raeken is asking me out and two, I am seeing someone, I just don’t know who, sounds crazy right?
“No, she’s not seeing anyone,” Lydia replies to the green-eyed boy, “And yes she’s free tomorrow night. Pick her up at 8? Oh and a bouquet of orchids wouldn’t hurt,” she finishes, sending a gushing smile to me and Theo. I roll my eyes and turn my head in embarrassment; I could’ve answered for myself. “I’ll see you tomorrow at 8, princess,” the beautiful boy says as he winks at me. “Can’t wait,” I smirk at him as I turn to walk away dragging the annoying red head with me. “Lydia!” I snap at her while nudging her hard in the side as we, urm I, speed walk away from my supposedly date for tomorrow night.
“Ow, y/n what the hell was that for? And stop running!” She snaps back while yanking my arm to a halt. “I can’t believe you did that to me Lydia, that was so embarrassing,” I groan while yanking the roots of my hair in attempt to forget what just happened. “What’s your problem, you finally got a date with the boy you’ve been drooling over all year, which you almost screwed up on by staring at him as if he were a ghost,” she says casually.
“Yes. Theo’s attractive but I have a boyfriend,” I say assuredly.
“Oh y/n give it a rest. You don’t have a boyfriend. Now you have the opportunity to actually have a REAL boyfriend and he was about to back out. You should be thanking me that I saved you,” she says, flipping her fiery curls over her shoulder.
“Thanking you? Lydia you spoke for me! He probably thinks somethings wrong with me!”
“Well, you are the one claiming to have a boyfriend whom none of us have seen or can recall, not even you,” she says.
“Why did you have to say yes? You always do this you’re always making decisions for me!” I admit to her, a conversation well overdue.
“Y/n quit being dramatic!”
“I’m not being dramatic Lyds, you’re being controlling!”
“Controlling? Wow, you need to chill. You’re just feeling a lot of emotions right now, relax, everything will be fine,” she assures me as she grabs my hands and stares into y/e/c eyes. “Let’s hit the mall, find a new outfit that’ll make Theo’s mouth drop to the floor. Get our nails done, maybe some facials, get coffee? Come on you’ll feel better,” she says as she flattens my hair trying to tame it.
“See! This is what I’m talking about! You’re controlling!” I snap as I stop her hands from touching my hair feeling a little bad when sadness spreads across her face.
“Okay, we don’t have to go to the mall. We can go for a run, usually that calms you down,” she says yanking me towards the exit.
“Will you stop! You can’t make me do something I don’t want to! I yank my hand out of her grasp.
“Oh so you don’t want to go out with Theo?”
“No, and I’m not going,” I say standing tall to her, which doesn’t take much.
“What do you mean you’re not going? Yes you are,” she says sternly.
“I mean I, y/f/n y/l/n, will not be going on a date with Theo Raeken tomorrow,” I say back to her with the same tone.
“You’re so unbelievable! You cry and bitch for the whole year about being alone and now you have the chance to not be alone and you’re gonna back out for something this stupid!” She screams at me catching a few glares from students running late to practices or detention.
“No Lydia! You hate the fact that you can’t control my love life because I already have a boyfriend! Remember Stiles?”
That’s it! That’s him! That’s who I was supposed to remember! Stiles Stilinski, the honey hazel-eyed goof who had my heart ever since he offered me curly fries.
“Oh my goodness, Lydia! That’s him! Stiles is whose missing!” I say full of happiness as I hug her tight and pull out my phone to text the rest of the pack to meet at my house.
“Come on, we gotta go!” I say excitedly as I grab her hand and run down the hall and out the school, the red head surprisingly quiet.
We get to my car and quickly get in, I put the key in the ignition.
“Yeah, Lyds?” I say briefly looking up at her.
“What the hell is a Stiles?”