I’ll be right over! I can’t wait for it, Stiles! :D
Awww you did? Thanks, Batman! <3
Hi. Yeah, thanks. Sorry for being so… nuts. I just… yeah. Um, yeah. Yeah, that would be good.
I don’t know. I know we’re not friends. Doesn’t mean you woulnt mention it. I just thought…alright. Never mind.
Happy belated birthday, Erica. Pack meeting soon.
Lydia, I don’t know. I just figured why even mention it when I assumed you wouldn’t care… I don’t know.
Well, thanks, Derek. Didn’t think you got sentimental or whatever you wanna call it about birthdays, but thanks. Just name the time and the place and I’ll be there.
Wait. It’s your birthday? Why didn’t you say so?
It’s your birthday?
Like you guys even care. My parents obviously don’t, and even my kid brother doesn’t know what day it is. Why should you two be any different?
But yes, it is. Lydia, why would I say anything? It’s not like we’re close or anything.
Sorry that I didn’t make an appearance today! Work was not good, huge drama. One of our apprentice bakers walked, literally. Decided he was quitting, told Aran then walked. So I had to work over time and do everything that the asshole who left didn’t!
But I’ll hopefully be on today after work, I miss you all!
“Maybe,” he replied smirking, “but I didn’t want to increase your ego to Jackson proportions.”
Feeling her hands slip lower, pressing him against her caused his already pounding heart to quicken, palms to start sweating, mouth drying out, and his breath to hitch. He was acting like a teenage girl, a blushing virgin (which he was). He needed to ‘man up,’ stop getting wound up by her teasing. He let out a deep breath, “I’m not nervous or uncomfortable, it’s just whatever this is it’s not something I’m used to.” He surprised himself by saying the phrase without a stutter in his voice.
“Harsh!” Erica laughed, “I may have an ego, but it can never get as big as Jackson’s, thank you very much. I’m surprised his head fits through the door.”
She heard his breathing hitch and smiled a genuine smile; not a sly smirk or a teasing one, but an actual smile. “You should start getting used to it,” she told him, placing her other hand on his chest. “Do you know just how many girls at our school ‘want all up on that Lahey kid’?”
Lydia nodded slowly as she half-listened to the other girl talk. She shifted in her seat and brought her arms up to rest her elbows on the table. She leaned over slightly.
This seemed a little too surreal to her but no one was really talking to her lately. She figured she should at least make some kind of effort to get back into society even if she had to…she raised an eyebrow at Erica…start at the bottom. She sighed and tried to put on her best fake smile.
At some point in Erica’s whole schpiel about her looking tired, she had drifted off into oblivion. She cocked her head to the side watching the blonde’s lips moves, trying to figure out what she was saying. You look good…like shit…tired as you have been. She continued smiling, but her lips started quivering from all the effort she was putting in to the smile.
“Mmhmm.” She nodded, not really knowing what she was agreeing to. She could feel the blonde’s uneasiness after she stopped talking. It was getting to be unbearable, the amount of awkwardness between them. She wished someone else was there with them acting as the median and cancelling out the awkwardness. Someone like Scott or even Stiles. They seemed to get along with everyone. She would have really loved for Allison to be there, too, but Allison probably felt about as awkward around Erica as she was.
Lydia shifted in her seat and put a hand up shushing the other girl before she could say anything else. “Before you start again, I’m going to get something to drink.”
She stood up, leaving the other to herself. She walked up to the counter, wishing there were more people in line so she could delay going back to the awkwardness. As it was, everyone seemed to clear away as she walked up. She paused for a moment looking over the menu. It was completely pointless since she ordered the same drink every time. She was just trying to waste time. “Get it together, Lydia. You’re supposed to be making an effort,” she told herself silently.
She shook her head as if to shake away her thoughts and finally ordered. She fumbled around to find her money, then paid for her drink. She nodded to the barista after he told her her frap would be ready in a minute. She made her way back to the table and sat herself down.
“So…” she said. “I just ordered a frappuccino.” She nodded her head slowly. “What did you get?”
“I ordered a soy milk chai latte,” Erica began before looking towards to register and saying loudly, “About fifteen minutes ago, but I haven’t got it yet.” She looked back to Lydia. “It’s pretty shit service for such a quiet day.”
The barista a couple of tables over must have heard Erica, because not even three minutes later, the blonde had arrived with her order, “Sorry about the wait,” he had said and she shook her head. “It’s fine, don’t worry about it,” she winked at him and could hear his heart beat speeding up. She loved the effect that she had on people now. As he walked away, she turned to Lydia again. “I can’t believe I paid for this,” she sighed after taking a sip. “They should, like, make you pay after you’ve received your order.”