“Hey, Lydia?” Stiles calls as Lydia opens the driver’s door. When she turns to him, he’s smiling that deep, secretive grin from the other night. It’s worth the agonizing hesitation, Lydia thinks, to see him smile like that. “Can I have the note back, please?”
She didn’t even realize she was still holding it in her hand, and she looks down with a jolt. The paper is wrinkled in way it wasn’t when Stiles handed it to her. She almost doesn’t give it back, imagining for one crazy second that she could keep it both and the status quo of her relationship with Stiles at the same time.
“Sure,” she says, and she hands him to paper before waving and speeding out of the school.
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16 Mar 2020