Beacon High, Thursday, 11 am

[Stiles]

Stiles was leaving the library, stack of research in his hands. He would get them to Scott or Isaac to pass along to Derek when he saw them. But, of course, what happened was he walked face-first into a wall of alpha.

And not just any alpha's scent, but Lydia Martin.

Stiles had been infatuated with her for years, and his on-coming heat didn't help. He whined low in his throat, feeling a rush of arousal run through him.

[Lydia Martin]

Lydia was heading towards the library. There were always a million scents at school, people in PHS, people just getting over heat, people lusting after each other. Lydia sometimes wondered if the people who first said "Let's take all the hormonally-charged teenagers and shove them into a confined space for several hours every day" had ever actually gone to high school.

She nearly crashed into Stiles leaving the library. The two had become friends over the last couple of years. Lydia knew, of course, that Stiles had a crush on her. But standing here in the hallway, pheromones and arousal leaking out of him, Lydia found herself instantly frustrated. She brushed it off, and decided to poke at his discomfort instead. Because as much as she did like Stiles, she also enjoying poking him with a metaphorical stick. It was just fun.

"Hello Stiles," She purred. "Enjoying yourself today?"

[Stiles]

"Not exactly," Stiles grumbled, running one hand over his hair as he clutched the papers to his chest. She would decide to take the piss out of him, wouldn't she? He was starting to wonder if he should have just stayed home.

[Lydia Martin]

Lydia decided to cut him a break.

"Why are you even here today?" She asked, relaxing her posture slightly. Away from 'dominant alpha about to pounce,' and moving towards a neutral stance. "One whiff of you in the office and they'd write you an excuse to go home and skip."

[Stiles]

Stiles sighed, closing his eyes and trying to focus himself, barely able to keep from just throwing himself at her. "These," he muttered, gesturing with the papers. "Derek's been on me for this research. I needed to get this printed. Here," he said, holding them out. "I should go get some supplies and head home."

[Lydia Martin]

Lydia took the papers Stiles was holding out for her. Then she took his backpack as well.

"Let me walk you to the office. I don't trust Greenberg not to jump you in the middle of the hallway," Lydia said. She offered it in such a way that it wasn't really a request.

For better or worse, Stiles was part of her pack.

[Stiles]

Stiles nodded gratefully and allowed her to lead him down the hall, her arm draped over his shoulder. Her scent was intoxicating, and it made him want her, but he knew that was probably a bad idea, that he should get home and take care of himself.

He watched the way other students in the hall looked at them, at him. They could probably smell him. Stiles could practically smell himself. He was probably only hours away from the heat properly setting in and he ought to be home when that happened.

[Lydia Martin]

Lydia escorted Stiles to the office, glaring daggers at all the other alphas and betas getting ideas. She smiled at the nurse and then at Stiles.

"I'll make Jackson bring you your homework," Lydia promised. Lydia knew it would be better to have an omega bring him the work instead of an alpha or beta. Then, feeling a little wicked, she ran her hand over the back of his neck, and held her face centimeters away from his ear. She breathed against his earlobe and whispered into his ear. "Have a good few days, Stiles." Then she kissed him on the cheek, turned on her heel and strode out of the room.

[Stiles]

Stiles felt his face burn hot as she walked away. He shook off the haze as well as he could and approached the nurse to get permission to leave early.

He was released shortly and Stiles sighed in relief and then headed off to his Jeep so he could get to the store for what he needed and then go home.