miss possessive
a lydia martin x fem!reader fic
chapter one - what's her deal?
author's notes: wowow so excited to start this fic with my wonderful lydia martin! i hope u guys enjoy this as much as i enjoyed writing it <3 also not beta or proofread because i couldn't give less of a fuck.
cw: smoking n vaping, reckless driving (in stiles's jeep because duh), mentions of rut, not canon at all.
word count: around 1.3k :)
walking into beacon hills high school felt like entering an alternate universe. your brown flats clicked against the tile floor, excited chatter of students engulfing any noise they were making.
you could tell that the eyes of your peers were flicking over to you, whispers starting to arise in the wake of your stride.
this was so not new york.
you arrived at your locker, putting in your combination and opening up (what you believed to be) a metal death trap. lockers were completely archaic, as you just always threw everything into your beat up vintage brown coach bag. you mother always told you that you needed to take care of your nice things, but that’s neither here nor there.
however, you did shrug off your bomber jacket to hang in your locker, the brown fabric proving to be heavy in your hands as you struggled to get it onto the hook.
no use overheating and sweating through the armpits of your shirt on the first day of school, right?
after the embarrassing tussle with your locker, you swung your bag up your arm to rest on your shoulder and walked to your first class: advanced economics with coach finstock.
what backwards school calls their teachers coach, anyway?
you entered classroom 243, sitting at a desk towards the back. it seemed you were a bit early, because nobody else was there yet.
you pulled a tortoise print mini claw clip out of your bag and pulled back your blown out hair into a half-up style, the volume making pieces of hair curl out underneath the claw clip. thank god your heated round brush wasn’t on the fritz the day where you needed to make a good impression.
you leaned back in your chair, pulling out your phone to pass the time until class started.
lydia martin was sick and tired of all this supernatural bullshit. listening to scott and stiles argue about whether scott getting high as a human would translate over to his werewolf form wasn’t exactly her idea of a good way to pass the time. it also didn’t help that she was sat in the back of stiles’s jeep while the two boys were hotboxing it.
“i think being an alpha should overpower being blazed, right?” scott mumbled, taking a hit of the joint and passing it back to stiles, who took it with the hand that wasn’t controlling the wheel.
“theoretically. but don’t you still go into rut as an alpha? being the leader doesn’t overpower everything.” stiles winked, not hesitant to take his eyes off of the road to look at scott.
“stiles, keep your eyes on the road. idiot.” lydia huffed, looking out the window as they drove up to allison’s house.
“hey! don’t backseat drive, lyds.” the boy laughed, passing the joint back to scott so he could drive up allison’s driveway. kira and allison ran up towards the car, having gotten ready together earlier that morning. allison got in behind the passenger seat where scott sat, yanking the joint from his hand and taking a long hit. kira opted to sit behind stiles, slamming her door and rifling through her purse for her cell phone.
lydia found herself squished in the middle of the two girls yet again. she was going to make sure she got passenger seat for the drive home.
as stiles pulled out of allison’s driveway, kira gasped at something on her phone. “guys! check this out. apparently we have one new girl joining our grade this year.” she zoomed in on the photo that an acquaintance had sent her of you at your locker, struggling with your jacket. “aw! she’s adorable.”
allison took kira’s phone, wanting to see the photo for herself. “holy shit! she looks really cool. i gotta know how she does her hair.” she then handed kira’s phone and the joint back to scott, the zoomed in photo still pulled up.
“hey, her locker’s near mine.” scott mumbled, turning the photo so stiles could see it.
“does she even know how to use a locker? looks like she’s struggling with it.” stiles laughed, turning his eyes back towards the road.
“you’re barely driving in the right lane, stiles!” lydia hissed, grabbing the phone from scott.
stiles turned back to look at her. “what did i just say about backseat driving, lydia?”
“look at the road, stiles!” kira yelped.
he turned back towards the mostly empty road with a disgruntled hum as lydia took a closer look at the photo of you.
“her top is cute.” she said, gesturing to your vintage green henley layered with a cream lace cami underneath.
“i know, right?” kira said, taking her phone back. “by the way, stiles, i barely knew how to use a locker when i moved here. lots of big prep schools in new york were boarding, so they don’t rely on all of that. i wonder if she’s also from a big city.”
“are you fucking serious? that can’t be fucking true.” stiles laughed.
“dead serious. as dead as laura hale.” kira took a hit of her vape and offered it to lydia, who took it.
“that’s… wow, that’s off-color.” scott laughed.
lydia blew out cotton candy smoke, almost hitting allison in the face. “stiles, turn here.”
“i know the way to school, lydia.”
lydia glared at stiles from the backseat. “you can barely keep your eyes on the damn road and i have to be on something just to handle your driving skills. sober up.”
“hey, hey! calm down, lyds. first day of senior year! woohoo!” allison nudged lydia with her left elbow, giggling. she was obviously buzzed.
“stiles’s jeep is so getting searched.” lydia grumbled, almost flying out of her seat at stiles’s hard brake while pulling into a parking spot.
“guys, c’mon! we’re gonna be late!” scott flung open his door as stiles shifted the car into park and jumped out of the jeep, kira following suit.
allison grabbed lydia’s arm, yanking her out of the car. “c’mon! we’re gonna be late for coach’s class!”
the pack all ran into beacon hills high and through the halls, just stopping short to stumble into coach’s classroom as the bell rang.
“hey, coach…” stiles laughed sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck with his palm.
coach stood at the front of the classroom and rolled his eyes. “you’re in one of my classes again, stilinski? i thought i’d be rid of you by now.”
“correction, coach. you thought you’d be rid of greenberg by now.” scott snickered, smile breaking through on his cheeks.
“and that idiot got held back for the second time. in your seats, you rugrats.”
“yes, coach.” kira said, trudging off to the nearest open seat with everyone else trailing behind her.
however, coach stopped lydia by gently grabbing her shoulder. “lydia, pardon my bluntness, but should you be in this class? i distinctly remember you taking this your freshman year with your first senior class.”
lydia tensed, a terse expression on her face. “i only really have one class that i’m actually taking, so i’m just here because the rest of my friends are here. i’ll be in the back making sure that nobody kills anyone while working on my stanford application.”
coach nodded and let go of lydia’s shoulder, leaving her to take the only empty seat left in the classroom.
which, coincidentally, was next to you.
lydia slid into her seat, placing her bag on the floor and looking at you as coach started blabbering about microeconomics.
you gave her a soft smile, quickly looking back towards the front of the classroom.
lydia sighed. this was going to be a long year.
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