It's Senior Year, and Stiles Stilinski has a plan:
1. Apply and Get-In to BSU early admissions
2. Continue to stay off everyone else's radar
3. Graduate
There. An easy plan to survive the 195 days left before he graduates, and can thereby ridden hi...
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Stiles hadn't spoken to Lydia in a month.
One month of radio silence and this time around he didn't have the reminder of his mother to blame for it. Lydia had called and texted, all the appropriate forms of reaching out but Stiles had ignored every single attempt. He didn't want to be found, and he didn't want to be seen. He just wanted to disappear until the year was over. Lay low like he'd originally intended, and try his best to salvage his grade point average before winter fell into spring and he was out of chances.
The change had been difficult to say the least. Adjusting back into the lifestyle of a person he felt he no longer was, wasn't the easiest task he'd braved for himself. But he had too much to lose in not trying—mainly his sanity—and therefore it was worth trying, at least in the rest of the time he had at his disposal. All the while he did his best not to think of her.
He ignored the way his body had felt as if it had grown colder as the December began to melt into January. Did his best to erase the scent of vanilla and the sound of her laughter over pages turning through her dainty fingertips. And he all but shook his head wildly to rid himself of the thoughts of her lips. Plump and warm, and promising.
Promises of things she would not keep.
He blinded himself with school work. Beaming rays of sunlight wrapping around his skin as he attended each school day, and dipped skies aglitter with dusty stars as he studied into the late night. Trying to ignore the lamp that flickered on across the street from sundown to the early hours. His grades slowly began to rise from their ashes as he focused his time on things he knew would still be around by the time winter kissed spring.
