Just Friends

Chapter 5

Before

"Double date?" I asked as Stiles, Scott, Alison, Samantha, Jackson and I all sat around the lunch table eating. Jackson looked to me, "I don't even know why we're hanging out with these losers, let alone going on a double date with two of them." I rolled my eyes, "Scott, Alison you up for it?" Alison shrugged, "Sure." Scott muttered something to her. I ignored it. "Stiles, why don't you and Samantha go, but not like on a date... That's illegal." Jackson looked at me, "I mean, at least I think." I said in my dumb Lydia voice.

"Okay." Stiles replied, Scott and Alison still arguing. "Where should we go?" Stiles asked. "Oh!" I said almost jumping out of my seat, "bowling!" They all nodded but Scott. "Scott? Is something wrong?" I asked looking at his pale expression. He awkwardly nodded. "Stiles, uhm, could I talk to you?" Scott said looking to him. Before he could reply, Scott had his arm and they were standing by the lunch line. They were bickering back and forth about something.

They came and sat back down, "okay." Scott said. "I'll go bowling. I'm a pro." Stiles' eyes shot to him and slightly shook his head. "Pft." Jackson said, "I bet I'm better." I nudged his shoulder, "we will go this Friday." Samantha looked up to me, "anything for the princess." I rolled my eyes and stood up. "Where are you going?" Stiles asked. "Well Stilinski, my food isn't going to magically dump itself." I smiled sarcastically. He rolled his eyes and laughed a little. I felt confident. I strutted off to dump my tray full of carbs.

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*buzz* *buzz* my phone buzzed on my nightstand. Jackson laying on top of me, and our lips locked. We did this almost everyday. He'd come over, and we'd just make out for a while. With Jackson, all he wants from me is,

- sex

- popularity standards

- and sex

It's not like that I didn't like the sex part, it's just that I wish it was more. Like cute little dates out of the blue, or presents for no reason, not just for forgetting my birthday. I wanted compassion, and he wanted publicity.

*buzz* *buzz* my phone went off again, and this time, I stopped. "Ugh." He said. I flopped off the top of him and checked it.

?: hey Lydia. It's Stiles. I got your number from my sister.

Stiles: not like that I asked for it. She just gave it to me. Yeah. What's up?

I laughed and texted him back.

Me: oh, just hanging out with Jackson. What about you?

I plopped my phone back down and looked back to Jackson. He was slipping his pants back on over his boxers. "Where are you going?" *buzz* *buzz* "home." He replied angrily. I rolled my eyes, "okay Jackson. Whatever." I tossed him his keys. He leaned down for a kiss which I rejected. He marched out of my room and slammed the door.

Stiles: homework. Ugh.

Me: hey, can I come over? I have a bunch to do also.

*buzz* *buzz*

Stiles: sure Lyds. But...

Me: but what?

*buzz* *buzz*

Stiles: I'm home alone, and I don't think that you can keep ahold of yourself. ;)

Me: shut up c: I'll be there in five minutes.

*buzz* *buzz*

Stiles: I'm waiting

I clicked my phone off and grabbed my bag and my keys. I also plopped a few pieces of mint gum in my mouth... And sprayed a few sprits of my perfume on. Hey, I have to smell nice for everyone.