Blinded (Stydia Reversed Roles)

2.

I nervously tap the pencil on the desk shifting my feet uncomfortably. I was trying to listen carefully to what the teacher was currently saying but the fact Stiles could walk in any moment was making me much very distracted. That, and the fact if he did strut in the classroom, late like always, then it would mean the seat behind me would be filled. Nerves started creeping up on me. 

I shake my head as I try to concentrate even more on the teacher. His dull soft boring voice wasn't helping my concentration at all. 

There was an awkward silence as the classroom door opened and in came Stiles, his leather jacket hanging around loosely over his shoulders. His brown eyes were filled with mischief and something mixed with danger. 

My eyes glance over him but the moment his gaze crosses mine, i rapidly look down on my notebook. Stupid, stupid, how stupid of me. 

"Well, why don't you sit down stilinski"

"Gladly," 

I kept my gaze focused on the notebook scared to look at him straight in the eye. I'd probably faint. I hear him get into his seat causing me to become more self conscious. What if he thinks my hair looks weird. I almost slap myself from the incredulous thought.

I try to breathe in and out as I can feel his gaze on my back. That or i'm imagining it. I'm most likely imagining it.

The period drags on and its as though I can feel his stare on my back. It's quite annoying because it's distracting me and i'm trying to take notes. 

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I feel something hit the back of my head. I turn around simultaneously. I was already impatient from having to try to concentrate. A glare is evident on my face and stiles smirking is not helping at all. A kid from the back of the class is just holding his laugh in. It must have been him who threw it.

I reach down to pick up the piece of paper but a hand beats mine. Stiles.

"Let's see shall we?" he raises an eyebrown leaning in closer to me his mint breath feathering on my own skin. I simply nod not being to form some sort of words. The kid soon starts laughing causing everyone to turn towards him. Stiles sly expression turns to a hardened cold one and he turns around to glare at the boy.

He suddenly does the "eye thing". Something he's well known for. Its his signal for "When we're both alone, we're gonna tough it out as men". The boy who was previously laughing is now drenching in fear. I would too if stiles had given me a glare like that. Hell, i'd probably melt from both feelings and fear. What am i saying? I would practically die.

He crinkles the paper up and is about to stand up to throw it away but i put my hand over his and jerk it off at the exact same time. Good one Lydia. He probably thinks your a freak now.

"What did it say?" I ask nervously not really meeting his eyes. God, who can really look at those brown eyes of his and not faint? He shakes his head his eyes lowering and something like concern flickering across them. I shake the thought. He would never have concern for someone like me.

"it's stupid, nonsense," He says continuing to get up. I sigh turning around. It was probably something along the lines "Nerd" "Freak" "Four eyed". They always are. 

For some reason, my thoughts kept pondering over what the note said. I could feel myself going to that "bad place". The place where you just don't want to exist and have no need for air. A constant reminder that someone like me dosen't belong in a place like this. 

"Lydia you ok?" Alisons asks the moment we step outside of class. A frown was clearly plastered across my face. Was I ok? I shrugged not knowing how to reply to her question. I really wasn't sure what i was these days. 

Her face then lit up like one of those glowing light bulbs. An eerie smile crawling its way towards her lips. 

"If you keep doing that face, you will have around zero percent chances with Scott, trust me," I say to her as I walk away from her leaving her there with her mouth set askew. I would have laughed if my mood wasn't so screwed. I don't even know why i'm feeling like this.

I was in such a bad mood i didn't even take notice of Stiles who was well lockers away. My thoughts were drifted around the note. What did the note say? I kept imagining all these horrible things strewn all over it. They were probably correct. 

"Hey, that was a dick move from that guy don't worry about it," A voice says. I turn to meet a green eyed boy from the same class. He was well built with short buzzed brown hair. He was fit. Not as fit as stiles but close enough. 

He smiles shyly while holding his hand out. I look at him weirdly before giving in and shaking his hand. 

"I'm jackson," 

"I'm Lydia"

And for that moment, I completely forgot about the note, stiles, and allison. 

A/N: Sorry that i havent really updated its just school drama and life and i legit just wrote this in a course of ten minutes and so its really bad i know, but future chapters will be more revised and edited and i just really needed to give you guys something hehe don't kill me please.

(A/N: I don't mean to be a prick but if this chapter reaches about 40 reads and at least three votes,

i'll update the next chapter, also since school is nearly over, i'm going to be writting more constantly and actually have a schedule guys!

So here it is, every monday will be an update, and every wensday and friday :)

yeah thats right nuggets:) But if it reachers in future chapters more than 60 reads and five votes i'll update the second it reaches that :)