If I was made to love you,
Why does it hurt so bad?

L Y D I A

I drove fast, my heart beating wildly in my chest. I'm going to see Stiles, I thought, again and again.

It almost didn't seem real. How could it be? I'd been talking to him for ages, and in all that time I'd never even heard his voice. Unless you counted watching films with him in, which I didn't. People's voices always sounded different in real life.

I'm going to see Stiles, I told myself. I'm going to see him in the flesh. I'll be able to hug him and...

Unbidden, I thought of kissing him... My lips on his... But that was ridiculous.

I'd never even met the guy. I'd only talked to him for a few weeks, two or three months maximum. You didn't get feelings for someone that fast.

Right?

I chewed my lip, now nervous. What if he was different from what he was online? What if he thought I was different?

What if he didn't like me? What if I didn't like him?

What if-

I cut myself off, and turned on the radio, blasting it loud so it could distract me from my thoughts.

Everything would be fine.

***

Ally 👑:
Girl where are you

What do you mean??

Lia 🍧:
Girls night, remember?

Kira 🌻:
Bet you twenty bucks she doesn't

Can we reschedule?

Ally 👑:
What?

See, the thing is...
I'm kind of driving over to Stiles' right now.

Lia 🍧:
This is actual gold

Kira 🌻:
Are you kidding? Oh my God!

I'm so so sorry

Lia 🍧:
I don't mind. We can reschedule, and besides, you always talk through the vampire diaries

Kira? Are you okay with it?

Kira 🌻:
As long as you text me the deets later ❤️

Ally? You've been quiet

Ally 👑:
Honey, as long as you're happy
Go have fun with Stiles, Malia's right, you do talk all the way through the vampire diaries

Let's not forget the originals, which you want to watch just because Isaac's in it

Ally 👑:
Shh! I'm allowed, aren't I?

Gotta go. Adios, hoes!

****
I breathed deeply, and then walked through the entrance hall of the hotel, my heels making clicking sounds on the polished floor. I looked around, hoping to catch a glimpse of Stiles, but all I saw were ornate gold pillars, a posh and bored looking receptionist, and several fat women in fancy dresses lounging around on sofas.

I approached the receptionist, smiling at him. 'Hello, I'm here to visit someone...'

'Name of person you're visiting?' The receptionist asked, making a note on his notepad.

'Stiles Stilinski,' I replied, wiping my sweaty palms on my jeans.

'Sorry, miss, but I'm going to have to escort you out,' the receptionist said firmly. 'I'm afraid anyone who doesn't know Mr. Stilinski isn't allowed to come in.'

'What?' I blinked. 'I'm Lydia Martin, I'm his friend.'

'That's what they all say, I'm afraid,' the receptionist said, sighing. 'Come with me, Miss Martin.'

'Wait,' someone called, just as the receptionist stood up. 'I know her, it's fine!'

I looked up, and saw him. Hair rumpled, wide smile, dimples on his cheek... Looking just like I'd imagined. Perfect.

He was half running, half walking into the reception area, holding a plastic bag obviously containing the burger ingredients. 'I know her,' he repeated, and I took a step forwards, not knowing wether to hug him or smile or shake his hand or-

My nervous thoughts were broken by Stiles running forwards and hugging me tightly. 'Lydia,' he breathed, and in that moment, everything was perfect.

Wow school sucks.