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I pushed open the doors to the school building, dreading having to go through my first day as a senior alone. After my best friend Allison's mother died, her dad thought it would be a good idea to move from California to New York and to my surprise, she agreed with him. Her flight had left the night before and we had said out goodbyes, her promising me that we would text all the time and skype every night. This was my first day of being without her.

My first few classes were boring. They all were either introducing a new teacher or just discussing our syllabus for the semester. Even though they were tedious, I wasn't looking forward to lunch time. Besides Allison, I didn't really have any other friends. I had Danny but he had only just gotten with a new boyfriend and I didn't want to intrude on their quality time together. I had a break in between the third and fourth lessons but that didn't last for very long and most people spent it alone anyway, so I didn't look that out of place. Lunch break was a different story…

When the bell for lunch rang, everybody but me breathed out in relief. I stood up quickly, hoping that I could find somewhere to sit where nobody could really see me.

"Lydia!" A girl shouted just as I got to the door. I knew who it was, it was Kira. She was super popular and judging by the people she hangs out with, Allison and I had come to the conclusion that she was most likely a bitch. I groaned internally as I turned to face her, a fake smile on my lips.

"Hey, how are you?" she beamed as she stopped a few inches away from me. At first I didn't know what to say – why was she talking to me?

"I'm okay", I forced myself to answer, "How are you?"

"Good thanks", she brushed her hair behind her ear in a way that I could tell she knew she looked good.

"Can I… help you?" I didn't want to be rude but I was seriously curious to why she was even speaking to me. I wasn't exactly popular…

"Sorry", she laughed, "I heard about Allison moving away and I know you don't have many other friends", she started to ramble and I felt kind of irritated at her bluntness. She paused, reading the annoyance on my face and taking a deep breath in. "My point is, do you want to hang out with us this lunch?"

My heart jumped as I tried to make sure I hadn't misheard her. "You mean, eat with you guys?" I probably sounded stupid but I needed to make sure. One of the most popular girls at this school just asked me to eat lunch with her – could you blame me?

"Well yeah. I mean, if you want to", she replied, smiling warmly at me.

"Sure", I squeaked, not doing a very good job at hiding my excitement. I definitely had to tell Allison about this when we skyped. Kira took my arm in hers and starting skipping towards the lunch hall with me. We talked on the way. Well, she spoke and I listened. She spoke a lot.

"You have really pretty eyes", she informed me as I sat down opposite her.

"Thanks", I grinned awkwardly, not used to being complimented by people like her but luckily she was too intrigued in her salad to notice it.

It didn't take long for the rest of her clique to file into the hall. Each one of them eyed me suspiciously as they sat down and then sent Kira questioning looks. I stared down at my plate; feeling intimidated by their cold stares. When I finally brought myself to look up again, Kira was no longer opposite me. She had moved seats in order to sit next to Scott and in her place, sat Stiles Stilinski. He was watching me intently as he chewed into an apple. Of course… why did it have to be him? Did he even remember me?

"Kira, who is she?" Another girl on the table, who I recognised to be called Malia, finally asked. Everyone's eyes, including Stiles', flicked over to Kira but she didn't mind the attention. She seemed to actually kind of enjoy it.

"Her name is Lydia. I invited her to sit with us", she shrugged, biting the salad that sat on her fork. I felt relieved that she hadn't included the part about Allison in there; I didn't want everyone thinking that I was only here because she felt sorry for me, even though that's all it most likely was.

"Hey Lydia, I'm Scott", Scott reached his arm over the table to shake my hand. I shook it and nodded at him in greeting, not bothering to let him know that I already knew who he was. I already knew who all of them were.

"I'm Malia" Malia sighed as she said it, like it was an effort to talk to me but she had to do it.

"Stiles", the boy gave me a small wave and then went back to his apple. Confusion wavered over me – did he seriously not remember being my lab partner for so long and the public humiliation he caused me when he rejected me?

"I was your lab partner for two years", I told him bitterly. He looked at me for a second and his eyes squinted, drifting towards the ceiling as if he were deep in thought. Anger raked through me and I almost stood up and hit him right that second. After several minutes of thinking, he finally looked back at me.

"You were?" he had a hint of a smirk on his lips, making my blood boil. He knew exactly who I was and he remembered me. I could tell just by the look in his eyes.

Before I did something that I would later regret, I stood up and stormed out of the canteen. I eventually found myself at the thick tree trunk that I always sat on when Allison would give me her latest gossip. I slumped onto it and breathed in and out deeply, releasing the adrenaline that Stiles had built inside my veins. The only reason he had this effect on me was because I used to be in love with him. Literally in love but when I finally told him, instead of kindly saying he didn't feel the same way he just harshly and coldly said 'No'. Nothing else, just 'No'.

"Lydia", Kira jogged up to me and crouched down. "Don't let him bother you, he can be a piece of work sometimes", she laughed. I forced a smile; she was trying to cheer me up.

"Please don't let him get to you. I still want to get to know you better", she gently rubbed my knee and I instantly felt terrible for all of the things I used to think about her being a bitch. She actually seemed to be so far from it.

"You do?" I looked up at her to see if her face showed any signs of teasing or joking but I couldn't see any.

"Of course!" she giggled, "Will you hang out with me tomorrow or has Stiles pushed you away?" she coked one eyebrow in question.

I thought for a moment. I wanted to get to know Kira better but I really didn't want to be around Stiles. "Sure", I breathed out before I could change my mind. It was sort of stupid how angry Stiles made me and I needed to get over it. "I'd like that".

After school I lay on my bed, hoping that Allison would skype me. I didn't want to skype her first because I knew she would want to settle down and unpack before she did anything but I really wanted to talk to her; I missed her like hell.

It was 9:30pm when my laptop sounded with the skype tune and I practically jumped off my bed to get to the computer and answer it. As soon as I saw her picture of us at the beach, I answered the call and jumped back onto my bed, resting the laptop on my knee and waiting for it to connect.

"Hey!" I squealed excitedly as her figure appeared on the screen, sitting on the floor cross-legged. Her eyes looked tired but her smile was lively and happy.

"Hey!" she beamed, fidgeting until she was lying on her stomach with her chin in her hands.

"How's New York?" I asked, taking in the fact that she would have arrived a while ago and her boxed were still unpacked. Part of me, as selfish as it sounded, hoped that they weren't unpacked because she hated it there and was coming back home.

"It's great!" she smiled even wider. My heart sunk slightly until I realised how happy she looked. "Everywhere is super nice and there's this kid that lives next door, I think he said his name was Isaac, that's just sooo cute and he's helping me and my dad unpack tomorrow!" she gushed, her tired eyes lighting up despite the fact it had to be like, midnight over there.

"Aww, had Allison got a crush already?" I teased and she blushed.

"Shut up!" she giggled. "So what about you? how was the first day as a senior?" her camera wobbled as she jumped onto her bed and pulled her sheets up to her chin.

"Ugh, Stiles is such a dick!" I complained and she rolled her eyes playfully.

"Tell me something I don't know!" she laughed. She had been my only comfort when everybody teased me after Stiles' rejection and to comfort me was a full time job!

"I'm going to", I grinned and she raised her eyebrows expectantly. "Kira Yukimura invited me to eat lunch with her and the 'clique'" I told her. "And she wants to hang out with me tomorrow"

"Kira Yukimura?" Allison sounded shocked and I didn't blame her. "Who else was there? Was Scott there?"

I laughed at her automatic referral to Scott. She had a crush on him while she was here but I guess she had found someone else by the sounds of it. "Yes, Scott was there. So was Malia and Stiles", I made an ick sound after saying his name and she laughed.

"You still love him really", she mocked, making kisses faces and I rolled my eyes.

"Or not!" I pulled a face and Allison laughed.

"Speaking of him, why is he a dick this time?" she smiled her 'waiting for gossip' smile that she always does and I rolled my eyes and laughed.

"He introduced himself to me earlier and when I told him we had been lab partners for two years, he pretended he didn't even remember me but I could tell by his face that he did!" I ranted, feeling the anger run through me again.

"Isn't it a good thing that he didn't mention the fact he rejected you in front of his friends?" she reasoned, "It was in freshman year, are you really still mad at him?"

"He really hurt me, Allison!" I felt tears sting my eyes at the memory of everybody laughing at me.

"He was a stupid kid, he's probably changed since then. Just be nice to him and see how it goes", she suggested. "Give him another chance"

I thought about it for a second, taking in what she said. "I may give him a second chance, but I can't promise I'll be nice to him", I winked and we both laughed.

Maybe she was right: maybe Stiles had changed. All I knew was that it was going to take a hell of a lot of proving it for me to ever like him the way I used to again.