Kale Ivy Institute discussion

~RP

Stiles walked as confidently as possible as he walked down the hallway with his new backpack over his shoulder. Unlike the night before, he was wearing something a little nicer that wasn't his typical plaid shirt. Now he was wearing a plain blue button up and a new pair of dark jeans. His hair was even combed nicely. Why the slight change in appearance? Well Stiles decided that since he was going to such a "high class" school that he might as well try to look a little nicer. Heck he even was wearing some cologne. As he walked down the hallway, he glanced around, trying to understand what he could possibly do before his first class. Maybe he could try to find Lydia again? Nah. Stiles was pretty sure she would just walk away if he tried to approach her now. So there he was just walking down the hall, wishing he had at least a friend to talk to as he walked. Yea that probably was not going to happen.

After a hour of standing in front of her body mirror holding up what seem like thousands and and thousands of outfits for her first official day of school she went out. With her cute little backpack on her back weaved by her African friends and wearing an outfit that look like she try step off a airplane from Paris, France she wander down the long hallways messing with her bracelets. Her hands were cover by a finger-less lace gloves to hide the bruises she sported from yesterday night adventure of looking for her glasses. God! She didn`t make one single friend last night and now here she was looking completely lost. That Weatherford girl didn`t count as a friend at all because that girl made it clear that she didn`t want anything to do with her nor being her friend. Brushing back her long hair and pushing up her unbroken glasses she glance down the hall to see a familiar face, the guy who knock her off her feet.

Stiles tried to say hi to a few people but they all threw him dirty looks which probably meant they weren't on his team, and that they weren't in socializing with anyone outside their team. Or they just didn't like him. Yeah that could be it. Shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans, he glanced around in search of someone vaguely familiar. Not too far ahead he spotted a girl. He slowed down a bit, his eyes focused on hers wondering why she looked familiar. Then it hit him. It was the girl from last night. The one he bumped into, the one whose glasses he was close to destroying. Yeah he still felt guilty about that. Quickly, Stiles approached her, hoping she wouldn't completely shun him. "Uh hey there," he said, smiling nervously. "I don't know if you remember me, but um I'm Stiles. Also known as the guy who knocked you down and almost got your glasses destroyed. Are you okay? Are your glasses okay? I'm really sorry about last night. I didn't mean to bump into you. I'm just really clumsy and I will make it up to you."

Seeing the nasty looks thrown all over the place in this hallway like people were popping and grinding last night she quickly look away from Stiles. She still haven`t seen nor met any member in her team so how would she know who is who? Unless everybody start wearing the color of there team Sydney probably end up being look at dirty all day because she was ignorant. Lifting her gaze from the floor where it landed when she was deep in thought she saw guy from last night making a bee-line to her. Then she was assaulted by Stiles rambling."Whoa!" Sydney said as she blink at him with her mismatch color eyes. "Hey there, of course I remember you Stiles, I`m Sydney, the girl you knock her off her feet and got my hands bruise up. I`m fine beside the pain in my hands. Glasses is still in one piece. It fine as long as you didn`t do it on purpose and I don`t think you want to know what you can do to make it up with me." While Sydney ramble off in the same order of his own words her stain red lips stretch out in a friendly smile. "You know you shouldn`t said that to someone you barely know because they may take it to heart and make you do something horror." She told him in a matter-in-fact-ly tone of voice with a mischievous glint in her blue and green eyes.

"Your hands are bruised?" He asked, looking worried as he glanced down at her hands, but he couldn't see anything because he was wearing gloves. Frowning, Stiles turned his gaze back to her face, his own eyes filled with guilt and worry. "I'm sorry. Does it hurt? I didn't mean to..." Yeah so now he sort of felt like crap. He should have been more careful while out on the dance floor. While he hadn't done it on purpose, Stiles still felt bad for having been the cause of her getting hurt in the first place. Great. Barely his first day and he managed to get a girl injured. "No, I didn't do it on purpose," he sighed, smiling weakly at her, "but I still want to make it up to you. And yea, I know I don't know you but I still want to make it up to you someway. Even if it's horrible. I mean I just...I should've been more careful... I didn't mean for you to get hurt or anything like that." Glancing around, he noticed someone people watching them, but he shrugged it off. He guessed that meant this girl wasn't on the same team as him? Or maybe they just looked weird together? Who knows. Faltering a little, Stiles added, "Sydney, that's a pretty name."

Way to go Sydney! Way to go. Sydney thought to herself as Stiles look like he was slowly slipping into depression over the fact that she was injury. Sure it was his fault that she ended up on the floor, crawling around, but he didn`t force the people to step on it. She could have easily stay standing up and waited for him to get her glasses but she didn`t so it was partly her own fault also. "Stiles, I chose to crawl around on the floor on my own and I should have known it would have happen. Don`t kick yourself around, also you don`t wear five inch heels do you?" Sydney raised an eyebrow at him and laughs a little. He really should relax she wasn`t mad at all. "It hurts like any bruise, as long as you don`t poke it you forget about it." She shrugs. Looking over his shoulder she was being stared down by a girl. Sydney return the girl look back for a second before her eyes flicker back up at Stiles. "Thank you! You should hear the rest of my name that hitch hike with my name. Your name is very unique by the way. Never heard it before till now." Sydney said with a gentle smile, Stiles seem like a very timid guy. Would he be creep out by one of her demands of being repay for her last night situation? Not sure but wouldn`t hurt to ask.

Stiles grinned a little and shrugged. While she has a point, if it wasn't for him, she wouldn't have had to crawl around on the floor in the first place to find her glasses. "As long as you're not seriously hurt," he replied, shrugging though he still felt guilty over it. Bringing a smile to his face, he chuckled. "Oh well you see, none of the heels matched my outfit, so I decided not to wear them last night," he joked lamely. Stiles rubbed the back of his neck as he glanced down at his feet before looking to Sydney again. Clearing his throat, he dropped his hand back to his side and smiled. "I'd love to hear the rest of your name," he said, "and thanks, Stiles isn't a very common name I guess." Not even his real name, but no one needed to know that. "Uh so..." He trailed off, not sure what to say now. Was he holding her up from class now? Should he just say goodbye? Stiles wasn't sure, but he realized the more time he spent talking to her, the more people stared and whispered behind their hands. Was there something on his face? Was he wearing the wrong clothes? What the hell was going on?

"Nope, just bruises no broken bones." To prove her point she lifted her hands up and finger her fingers. Everything was in perfect order and there was no swelling either. Sydney giggle at his 'lame' joke and shook her head. She could tell that Stiles was kind of uncomfortable around her, which made her smile faze a little. Was she that bad to be with? "Its Sydney Rome Avery Scarlet Lorraine." Sydney told him now look away from him to everyone who was staring and whispering away. This much attention couldn`t be just a simple thing like something on her or his face or if there clothes look strange. This must be the team division thing. They know we`re in different teams and it very scandalous to be speaking to one another. Her eyes flicker around the hallways before it came back to Stiles. "I think we should start walking Stiles . . .before these people decide to get closer to us do something more then whispering like gossiping hens." She told him. Sydney really didn`t want to depart from Stiles just yet, she was hoping that maybe they could become friends. Or at least lay a foundation for a friendship to exist unless he actually care if he`s speaking to a girl from the Black Glaves. To make her point more she gesture him with her hand and pointed behind her. She wasn`t in a rush to get class since she already taken the class and pass it last summer. "I will explain why there whispering." Sydney added before turning around and walking back where she just came from.

Walking down the hall, Lydia was surely ready for the first day of school. She was over everything that had happened last night, and talking everything out with Vivian had given her a wonderful perspective on it all--now she was over it. Now they had a plan... which would include the investigation of Ophelia. Though Lydia wasn't so sure who she trusted there... Serenity was kind of a suck-up when it came down to it. Or maybe she was just watching out for the team? Either way, something needed to be done.

As for Stiles? Lydia still hadn't come up with any sort of plan for him. It's not like he would just disappear after a well-placed threat like the rest of her problems... not to mention she wasn't so up to threatening him. Maybe not seeing him was just the best way to go? Though she could only avoid him for so long. And apparently that was not right now--she saw him down the hallway with one of the Freshmeats. With one of her freshmeats.

Lydia scowled as she put things into her locker, and a couple of textbooks fell onto the floor by her shoes. She had half the mind to leave them there... but of course she picked them up, placing them neatly on the bottom shelf of her locker so they wouldn't fall again. Maybe no one had noticed? Not likely.

"Bruises are better than broken bones." Stiles smiled a little, nodding his head. It was a little uncomfortable that people were staring at them but he eventually figured that it was because they were from different teams. Stiles was still wearing his senior ring, the one with the green stone on it that told people he was part of the Green Dymias. Though when she told him her name, all of it, Stiles looked back to her and grinned. "Wow now that one awesome name." That was a really lame comment, but what could he really say in response to that? "All of it is really pretty. I mean just all it. It suits you." He was stumbling over his words, which was what he was like in life anyways so it just meant he was being his normal self.

When he heard the sound of books dropping, Stiles glanced up, but quickly returned his attention to Sydney when she mentioned that they should start walking. Walking was probably a good idea, though the whispers and glances were sure to follow anyways. So he started walking, knowing she would fall into step beside him because it wasn't as if he was particularly fast or anything. So far Stiles didn't have any friends, he has one maybe friend, Roland, and that was it. Even if this girl was on another team, he was more than happy to talk to her. It was too early in the morning for things to be deadly quiet. The guy needed someone to talk to. And since he didn't have Lydia, he was more than happy to accept whatever was happening between him and Sydney.

Though at the thought of Lydia, he glanced around again, pausing when she spotted red hair. There was Lydia, down the hall by her locker putting books away. His eyes then trailed down to the book at her feet, making him realize she was the one who dropped her books earlier. Instantly he wanted to run over to her and pick up that last book for her, but paused because he couldn't just leave Sydney behind either. What was a guy supposed to do? Seriously, what was Stiles supposed to do? Absentmindedly, he mumbled, "Yeah, uh...I think I figured out why they're staring... You're from a different team then me, I'm guessing. I'm from Green Dymias."

"Thanks, but you will laugh at next you knew the reason behind my names. Everyone does because its very cheesy." With that said Sydney had to wrinkle her nose at the though. Her parents may be scientists but they're weren't very serious and stiff. They can be when they choose yo be but they usually really fun and free spirited. True nerds to the heart nd would end up giggling like a bunch of geeks over a simple rock they found in the ruins of Egyptian pyramids. Was very embarrassing to watch if there we others around
them.

Sydney was glad that Stiles actually followed herald not pause, stop her, told her he needed to leave. She had no desire to being alone once more in this huge school all by herself. She didn't even know where she was going either! Sydney could end up going to the other side of the campus and wouldn't be able to retrace her steps back to her dorm. The sound of books reach Sydney ears and she pause on her walk to see who drop then. It was about the same time Stiles turn his head and reveal to her the look of confliction. Waiting to go help that girl but not wanting to leave her behind.

"Yup that would explain there very rude staring. I'm from the Black Glaves." Sydney told him before she left him behind to go help Lydia pick up the books from the floors. She bend down carefully so her nobody, mostly the guys who are still staring at them, didn't get a peek of her underwear. The only reason she pause to help Lydia is both for being nice and Stiles could come over to this girl. It didn't take a genius to tell that there was something there in Stiles eyes that made him want to really really help this girl. So she left one book on the floor on purpose for Stiles to pick up. "Here your books." Sydney said politely with a friendly smile on her face to Lydia.

Of course, guess who ran to help her? Some Freshman looking for brownie-points. Lydia wasn't interested in wenches. People got on her good side by posing an interesting conquest, not by picking up her books and showing they were good for nothing besides a butler. She wanted people on her team that knocked the books from people's hands, not picked them up and dusted them off like some kind of servant. But whatever, Lydia was thankful for the help... even if she wasn't about to admit it. Until she realized who had helped her--and who, no doubt, she had dragged along with her.

Lydia took the book from her hand and smiled, tucking her hair behind her ear. She had hoped that would have been enough--that all the girl wanted was to assist her president... but of course not. She was in it for something else, a conversation? Blehck. "Initiations coming up, try not to affiliate yourself with the wrong people. It only makes things worse." she mumbled, making it so only Sydney heard her. Seriously, Lydia was planning the initaiton. If any of the newbies showed disloyalty, she would put them in their place.

She paused, turning to the side to gaze down the hallway. "That wasn't supposed to be a threat, but I guess it came across as one." Lydia hesitated again, but her smile won through and she looked down at Sydney. "Just don't make me clean up your messes, it won't be pretty."

When Sydney ran off to help pick up the books, he took this as his chance to approach Lydia as well. Picking up the last book that Sydney seemed to have purposely left on the ground, he bashfully looked to Lydia as he handed it to her. "Uh here," he mumbled, not caring that he was probably drawing more attention over their way by this simple action. At this point, none of them mattered anymore, all he saw was Lydia. She was technically all he ever saw.

Once he handed her book back to her, he took a step back and looked away. He thought about the dance, last night, the things she said to him how they were supposed to just stick to their teams. Yea, as if that was going to happen. Stiles picked Green Dymias, but that was part of his plan, which was taking him some time to completely figure out. Yet somehow he got the feeling the last thing she wanted was to be seen in public like this with him. Stiles probably should get going, but he didn't want to just walk away. It was impossible to just walk away from Lydia.

Then he remembered that Sydney was there too. "So um looks like you have a good friend here. Sydney is sure to turn out to be a great Black Gavel." What was Stiles even saying? Not even he knew, once again he was scrambling for something to say. "Under your guidance I bet she'll turn out awesome. Not that she isn't already awesome." Looking to Sydney, he said quickly. "You're really awesome. Like just awesome." Clearing his throat, he bobbed his head a little awkwardly. "Okay so I'll just shut up now." Then he turned his gaze down to his feet, shifting his weight from to the other as he waited for someone else to say something.

Sydney was completely thrown off by what Lydia said to her under her breath. She did expected some third degree burn on that fact she completely ignoring the teams stuff but she expected something. . . well she wasn't sure what she was expecting. Sydney follow her gaze down the hall before letting her eyes return to Lydia. If only Lydia knew one thing about Sydney she didn't take threats or anything that come across like a threat very lightly. Ever since she have learn to fight like a professional MMI fighter she decided to never allow anyone walk over her. " Don't worry you don't need to clean up my mess, I could do it perfectly well myself." She told quietly so only Lydia would hear and she look at her. If you going to make a threat you better look in Sydney eyes. "If your planning to prove a point during the initiation I would be careful how you will do it. I tend to injury people when they surprise me." Sydney gave her a gentle smile back to Lydia. Stiles was not the wiser to what just exchanged between the two.

Turning her attention back to Stiles she couldn't help but breaking in a grin. He just makes her want to laugh then pinch his cheeks at how adorable he was when he shutters like that. "Thanks! Your pretty awesome yourself Stiles even if you don't think you are." Sydney really wanted to tell him to stop trying to hard to be all smooth and cool. But mostly that he didn't need to feel so awkward around her she won't bite him. Pushing her glasses back up she look between Lydia and Stiles. "So how do you know each other?" This was the next thing that came out her mouth. Her blue and green eyes flicker between the two, sensing some tension, mostly from Stiles.

Lydia smirked. She would love to see what happened if Sydney tried to kick one of her superior's ass. Just because she was some sort of wild child didn't mean anything--in politics you didn't win because you could knock someone out with one punch, you won because you knew how to play with your words. Which is evidently something Sydney needed an education in... since she had just offended the one person that could have made her life here a lot easier.

"I don't like surprises either." she spoke up, glancing at Stiles over Sydney's shoulder. She didn't mean to look at him when she said that, and it was pretty obvious by the way she bit her lip. Lydia knew it would hurt his feelings, but she really hadn't meant it like that. She'd only said it right as he handed her the book... but it wasn't like she could explain that to him right now, or ever, really...

"Stiles and I were friends in the sandbox." she quipped, shoving the book into her locker and shutting it. Lydia stood there, looking between them. How did they know eachother? That's what she wanted to know. What ever. Didn't matter. "Have fun covorting, I'm sure you're already making a name for yourself." she mentioned to Sydney, walking off to her first class.

Stiles wished he was elsewhere when he heard Lydia talking about how she doesn't like surprises. It felt as if it was directed at him, especially since she was looking his way when she said it. As far as he knew, he certainly had been a surprise when he came to Kale. So of course it meant him. . . Right? Yeah, it was. And it hurt. No surprise there. Yet, Stiles smiled half-heartedly to Lydia anyways and shrugged. "Surprises aren't too bad," he mumbled. Then to shake off this melodramatic look in his eyes, he tried to grin instead. "I personally like surprises. I mean especially surprise birthday parties."

At Sydney's question, Stiles went along with Lydia's reply. "Yep, I met her back in like the sixth grade. Not like the sixth grade. It was the sixth grade.." Nodding his head, he looked back to Lydia, wanting to talk to her a little longer, but his face fell as she began to walk away again. And there she goes again. Maybe he would try to talk to her later. Yeah. Maybe. Turning back to Sydney, he gave her a lopsided smile. "So uh do you have a class now? I could walk you it. I mean I don't know where everything is, but I have this handy-dandy map that might help up." He pulled out a crumpled piece of paper out of his pant pocket, smoothing it out with a nervous smile. It was a layout of the school, showing the room numbers and whatnot. "So, where you headed?"

Sydney was well aware that what she just did, threatening the President of her team, landed her name on Lydia hate list. For a moment Sydney regretted talking back to the girl ,but there no point in worrying about it. The damage was done and going back on her word would make her look weak, pathetic, and be laugh at by Lydia. For Lydia lack of knowledge on Sydney she was no freshman, wild-child, and would not be a good assess to the team. Once you get on the bad side of her you become an enemy. With a shrug Sydney turn her attention back to Stiles.

"Yes, I`m suppose to be in an Advance Placement Calculus AB. I`m new to this school. . .well new to a school system." Sydney mumble that last part look away a little embarrassingly before return her eyes back to him. If Stiles put much thought in the class she told him, its class reserve for Seniors. Even if your senior only the smart of the smart take that class because its literally a collage class. "And that would be very lovely of you to do so, I probably end up completely on the other side of the campus." She told him with a laugh. "Took a while for me to figure out where the dorms after the dance. About 30 minutes of wonder about until I stumble upon a nice person who pointed out the build for the Black Glaves."

"Stiles thoughts kept leading him back to Lydia, how she looked when she said she didn't like surprises. Honestly, with Lydia, he shouldn't take it to heart, but it still ended up stinging him a bit. Clearing his throat, he nodded at Sydney, chuckling softly at her story. "It's a pretty big place, not hard to get lost, especially for us newbies," he replied, grinning at her in a friendly manner. So far Stiles really liked Sydney but at the same time he was nervous on being friends with her because she was a Black gavel, and he wouldn't want to give her a bad name just because she was hanging around him. While he didn't really care about himself, or his social standing --he's never had much a social standing at any of his schools so far-- but he wouldn't want to be the reason for a black stain on hers.

His smile became strained as he looked over his measly map. "So do you know the room number? All that it says on here are room numbers," he said. Stiles was pretty impressed of the class she was in; while the awkward boy was smart, his grades were never so great nor his behavior in class. He was in three AP classes this year, but not in math. Plus his first class was English, which he already located. Now it was just a matter of getting there on time after taking Sydney to her class.

Sydney could tell that Stiles mind was lingering back at the hateful Ldyia. There had to be more to the story then just knowing each other in 6 grade. No guy will think about a girl so intensely like Stiles was doing if he only knew her/ was friends with her many years ago. Stiles would also make a bad poker player because his face could be read like a book, Ldyia look and the words that was pointed to her hurt him. "I`m extremely new Stiles, you have no idea, because I never step foot inside a school unless you count a hut in Africa as one." Sydney inform him as she drop her gaze at the confusing looking map. God she needs one of these things and have it tuck in her pocket at all times. Sydney has a feeling that she will get lost a lot this year. For social standing , Sydney really didn`t give a damn. Sydney also didn`t care if Stiles was on a different team, at this point she takes in any possible friends.

"Ummm 500. . . do you mind if I ask you a kinda personal question?" Sydney ask cautiously lifting her eyes up at Stiles. She push up her glasses again and had a look of concern on her face. She really wanted to say something about that nervousness he felt around her and the pain look at his face he constantly making.

"You're from Africa?" Stiles asked, looking a little surprised. "Then why are you white?" he added, jokingly of course. He grinned nervously, hoping she would take it as a joke. Though he smiled in interest. He's never actually met many people that weren't from America. Then again he should have figured that Sydney wasn't exactly like most people he's met. His thoughts led back to Lydia for a moment, but he tried to push all thoughts of her to the back of his mind --he really needed find something else to think about. "You've never been to a school before? I thought even Africa had some schools. Not as big or grand as this--" He waved his hands around him since even the hallways of Kale were massive. "--but I thought there were school there..."

Yeah, he was totally lame. Clearing his throat, he looked back down at the map, searching for where room 500 was. Stiles heard her question about asking him a question, and normally he would totally be up for it, but he wasn't all that great with personal questions. Not answering her right away, he mumbled, "So uh it looks like that room is on the second floor. The stairs are that way. If we hurry, you should get there on time..."

Looking back up at Sydney from the map, he smiled nervously, though he soon sighed. "What's your question?"

Sydney couldn`t help but do a mental double back when Stiles took her words the wrong way. She can see why he would have come to the conclusion that she was born/ from Africa but that wasn`t what she meant. What she meant was that the only time she had the chance to get a look inside some kind of school system was in Africa. "Oh gosh no! No, no ,no I`m not from Africa Stiles." Sydney giggle as she wave her hands in front of her to emphasize what she said. "What I meant to say is I only seen the inside of a school in Africa. I have been home schooled since I was old enough to stand on my two legs and said a coherent sentence. I`m not from Africa. I`m actually born in Australia, ironically they name me after the city I was born." She said the last part embarrassingly reminding her how she end up the rest of her name.

Recovering from her embarrassing though Sydney drop her eyes back down at the map and found the room number. "That would be nice. . .but I don`t want to go. . ." Ugh! She going to be the only second year in there. "Well actually its not a personality question now that I think about it. . .anyways. The first one is the reason why your so nervous around me? You know that I`m not going to bite your head right off your shoulders?"

"Oh." Stiles felt incredibly stupid now, but he was used to that feeling so he simply nodded with a sheepish look on his face. Way to go, Stiles. Way. To. Go. He thought to himself, hating how stupid he looked in front of Sydney now. Seriously there probably something wrong with, and there probably wasn't even a name for whatever was wrong with him. Stiles was pretty sure if Sydney was talking to someone normal, they wouldn't have made the mistake he had just made. "That's cool. Australia is pretty cool. I mean you guys have kangaroos and all that cool stuff. Oh and koala bears. Koalas are cool." Ohmygod, stop saying cool! He shouted internally.

Clearing his throat again, Stiles busied himself with the map, looking down at it intently even though he figured out where they would need to go, and which route to take to get there faster. Apparently the school has elevators. His last school had no such thing. Then again his last school was just one floor. . . "Huh? You don't want to go to class?" he asked dumbly, turning his gaze back to her. Well no one wanted to go to class. Even Stiles didn't want to go to class, but it was the first day and all, so he sort of had to.

At her question, Stiles looked away again, rubbing the back of his neck as he tried to figure out how to respond to that. "Well," he began, shrugging his shoulders, "you're a black gavel, you're really really new here... and everyone around here takes this competition crap very seriously." Finally Stiles looked at Sydney, his warm brown eyes latched onto hers. "I'm a green dymia. I'm new too, but I'm used to shit people throw my way. But I don't want you to get in trouble just because of me. So yeah..." Yeah, he was terrible at explaining stuff. Dropping his hand back to his side, he chuckled, "That didn't really make sense, did it?"

Sydney wanted to correct Stiles about Australia, not that he`s wrong about the animals he was listing but that fact that Sydney doesn`t live in Australia. She really didn`t have a permanent home unless you count a hotels as home. Ever since she was a child her parents took her everywhere they went. Of course they left her with a family when they go to a country that`s to dangerous for a baby to be, but her parents never left her with other family members to raise her. No. They wouldn`t do that, because then they end up being like there own parents. Who they only see once a month, occasionally get a phone call, and maybe if they were lucky a postcard. Anyways, back to her, the last time she was in Australia was when she was about three years old.

Keeping her mouth tightly shut she rock on her heel of her boots. "Nope." Sydney said and look back at him with her own dumb look. "I may be a tag as a nerd but doesn`t mean I want to go to class. . .to prove my point. As a nerd, like myself, I have already taken and pass that class. I actually have no use for taking that class now because I have my credit for it. But since you have to take your four core classes as a Sophomore I decided to retake the class again. Its pretty easy really." She shrug nonchalantly like it was normal for a 16 year girl to have ready taken a class that was two grade level higher. If Stiles decided to look at her schedule right now he would have a heart attack. All her classes were advance placement and upper classes.

"You made perfect sense Stiles." She told her with a smile and a laugh. "Its to late for that, Stiles. I already in deep trouble, with Lydia my president of all people, and I pay for it when initiation goes down. Plus, I`m to stubborn to listen to reason, ironically."

Beck - limping for his swagger has been snatched, by a fifteen pound weight if he may darkly add - made his way down the hallway at a slower pace than he would've liked. Deciding against the shallow idea of going to see the nurse to wrap up his foot because he was a big boy and could handle the throbbing feeling that came with the swelling. He was only wearing one shoe, the other hooked by two fingers as he stopped himself at his locker. So not in the mood right now for any others even remotely Sam-ish. Pretty sure by the fact that his head would explode. God could someone be more irritating? Popping his locker door open he abruptly shoved his foot back into his shoe - though of hurt like a mother because of the awkward swelling - and reached inside for the stash he kept around sometimes. When he said he was going to light one up he wasn't joking around, Beck needed a break at the moment. And this muscles were jumping for a hit.

Since Lydia was already extremely late to her first class, she decided to skip it altogether. She didn't see why she needed it anyways, the first day was usually just reading over the syllabus and stupid things like that. It's not like anyone ever followed the rules anyways, so why did the teachers feel the need to go over them continuously. She spun the combination on her locker, barely glancing to her other side at Beck. He was across the hall, but she still noticed him--probably because he was flailing about and limping.

When Lydia had finished grabbing her bag, she closed her locker and turned--leaning against it as she watched him muddle around. What the hell was he doing? He looked like he was about to fall to the ground in a heap of tears or something. And what was with the shoe? Lydia walked over to him, heals clicking on the tiled floor. She wasn't going to ask if he was okay... she didn't care enough for that, she was merely curious. "Wow, going to light up right in the middle of the hallway? That's bright." she remarked, wrinkling her nose at the smell.

"No dumbass, I'm going to throw it around in dean's face, because I'm just that dimwitted." Beck snapped back sarcastically, ignoring the dull throb in his foot against the squished interior of his shoe. He stuffed the pack in his pocket and turned to look at her, other hand playing with the lighter in his opposite pocket. He was still wearing those sweet as from earlier and though it may not be his forte he could honestly care less. It's not like he looked much less acted like a slob. "To not like these things magically pop up in front of you once you're outside." He ventured further, uncaring really of who she was. He knew Lydia, maybe not personally but she had a rep to say the least. Or at least he just liked to listen to the people around him. So could just be him. Turning to face her he leaned against his locker, shutting it out completely to anybody who wasn't himself.

Bristling, Lydia pursed her lips as he spoke. Opening with calling her a dumbass wasn't about to set this conversation to a positive note. Like seriously? Out of the two people in this conversation, he was calling her the dumb one? She wasn't the one harboring illegal substances in her tight-ass-cuddling jeans. Sure, she didn't mind that stuff sometimes. But this was hardly the time. The first day of school, really? Sure, he was a bad ass--but he was flirting with the cross over of stupidity.

"You did strike me as dimwitted, so I guess I wouldn't be surprised." she retorted, running a hand through her hair. "Not sure what I did to induce your wrath though, is someone having a bad day?" she asked, blinking at him innocently.

Beck made a face but it was dropped quickly as his anger subsided in the very slightest. Yes his temper was short, yes he wasn’t in the best mood, but he was not about to be treated like a baby on crack. After a second of his vaguely narrowed eyes deviated elsewhere he tilted his head back in Lydia’s direction. Corking the side of his lips up rather acidly Beck pushed off the lockers and took a step closer, eyebrow piercing upward towards the sky. “Babe you really don’t want to get on my bad side today.” He said, eyes raking against hers though he doubted she would care much. There was something in him that said she could slap him clean across the face now if she so pleased. I’ll take my chances. The rave thought stubbornly, tilting his head back in the slightest, though he was still peering down at her, jaw clenched. “Now ... anything your pretty little face wanted?” he asked in a less than appealed tone of voice.

Staring at him in an amused sort of way, Lydia didn't move when he stepped closer. People threatened her on a daily basis, she had long since learned how to handle herself in these types of situations. She acted as if they were groundless, and she had nothing to lose, when in reality... she had everything. She didn't back down though, Lydia would never do something so cowardly. So instead, she stepped forward... clearly accepting his challenge. In case he hadn't noticed, she was fully capable to defend herself from some foxy junior with a drug fetish.

Lydia pushed forward, curling her fingertips into the pockets of his jeans and moving into him still. "Am I getting warmer? Or am I condemned to the bad side forever?" she asked, her eyes flickering to meet his as she tilted her head back to look up at him.

Beck tilted his head in the slightest, pulling his tongue over the front of his teeth. Yet he couldn't seem to help himself. Though he didn't move and both of his hands were still stuck into his pockets, his wrists able to feel her skin lightly brush against them. Beck was more than intrigued. To think that of all places this conversation could've gone, and it ended up here with. Smirking he ducked his head down slightly, "You're persuasive, aren't you? Huh." He snorted a bit of a laughter. For a few more seconds he again remained still and then his hands slipped out of his pockets, one reaching up and taking her chin with his thumb and two nearest fingers, keeping her head tilted upward. "Well you're getting closer, Lydia." He breathed. This was good - this was definitely making him feel better and more on his game than previously. Best keep it that way.

There had been so much crap going on lately, this was one of the only things that felt familiar and right. It hadn't been Lydia's intention to turn on the charm with Beck, it had sort of just happened upon threat. She was a girl--he was a boy. He was stronger physically... mentally? Who was the one being manipulated right now? Lydia was just using her assets... using them in a way that served as a pretty damn good distraction from the rest of hell's plans. When she played pretty-girl with Beck, she didn't have to think. All she had to do was flutter her eyelashes. No effort what so ever.

There was only one problem; Lydia wasn't trying to get on his good side. He should be trying to get on hers. "I don't like kissing smokers, bad after taste." she replied, jerking her face out of his grasp.

Beck parted his lips but he was obviously talking through a grin large as the great wall. It felt nice to be able to get back to his regular conversations. Plus when you found a girl fiesty as this one it was well worth it. It hadnt started out on the right foot by any means but they were - ironically - seeming to get there. For a few seconds anyway. "I wasn't planning on kissing you, dollface. Sorry to burst your self absorbed bubble." he said, pulling his hand boredly away from her face as she ripped her own away. It really wasnt his intention, maybe in the future he would make it his pain or gain game, but for now she was just another girl that had caught his eye. Flickering his gaze breifly down between them to his foot he shifted a bit. The reaqlization that his body was itchy was hitting him in a wave again. Making no move to let her know that his addiction was rather suvire at the moment the baddie looked back at her. "'Less you wanted to kiss me, then I guess I would take you up on the offer."

Re-situating the bag on her shoulders, Lydia ran a hand through her hair as well and smoothed down her shirt. There was no sense in letting her appearance squander, just because she might be a little stressed didn't mean she was going to stop putting the maximum effort into things. Besides, Lydia could be in a mental hospital after another breakdown, and her hair would still have the perfect balance between volume and curl. She wouldn't be caught dead looking anything less than her best, now was no exception. Hell, being dead wouldn't even qualify as an exception.

"I don't know where you've been--or rather what has been with you." she retaliated, letting her gaze drop to his feet then back up, "And I wasn't offering."

Beck’s eyes pinched at the sides a bit while her eyes moved away from his face. He didn’t generally mind a girls eyes wandering but it was obvious that she had no interest at the moment despite the advance a few moments ago. He didn’t let it get to him – not to badly anyway. It would fester, but he decided that he would sooner or later get her to come around even if it be the death of him. It was ridiculous to think that she would never be interested even in the tiniest bit. He was Beck Dresdan after all. Clenching his teeth together he rolled his tongue around in his mouth, rolling his shoulders back slightly in an attempt to calm his wound nerves at the moment. Letting loose a short smirk Beck snatched her hand and tugged her forward. Dipping his head down so that he was close enough to emphasize this smokers breath. He puffed a bit across her lips, “You were close, just make sure to stay on the fence. Wouldn’t want you dropping off into the deep end.” He purred, tugging away and brushing past her, intentionally keeping his stride unelimpful.

She wasn't offering, but apparently he was. How cute. Lydia had to admire how straight forward he was being, he didn't mind showing she should like him. Most people liked to play the no-one-should-love-me-i'm-worthless-so-compliment-me game. He was bothered because he thought he had something she didn't want. That could be dangerous... but hey, it worked out in her favor. Maybe now he would be trying to get on her good side, just like she wanted. It was kinda' sad though. Too many guys went for the ones that were hard to get, instead of the cute ones that put out. Whatever, it just made life more fun for Lydia. What was more fun than a good game of catch-me?

Lydia gasped when he pulled her into him, her eyes widened a good tenfold. Okay, so maybe she had underestimated him? She stared at him as he spoke, still shell shocked. She couldn't help but lean away from him though--the whole breathing-on-me to make a point thing was rather disgusting... and it wasn't really helping his cause, since it only went to prove her point. Though she might not be entirely put off... Lydia did watch him walk away. His back side was pretty nice--his jeans were the perfect size.