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Baggage {pt.3}

Shortly after their encounter in the café, Stiles and Scott make it to Stiles' classroom with 30 minutes to spare before the school officially opens.

Stiles was sitting at his desk trying to finish up the last few details for his lesson plan while Scott was nearly done with his hot chocolate. When Stiles was done with all the finishing touches for his class, he stood up and made his way over to the teacher's lounge for a very deserved rest with Scott following close behind him.

Just as Stiles sat down on the comfy couch with Scott curled on his lap, Lydia walked through the large double door of the teacher's lounge.

"Good morning Stiles." The red-haired beauty says making her way to the coffee machine.

"Morning Lyds, I see you're looking gorgeous as always." Stiles muttered tiredly, eyeing the breathtaking goddess. She was wearing a semi-short floral dress, high heeled boots and her soft strawberry locks were intricately woven into a fishtail braid.

"Obviously." She scoffed, smirking at the comment. The redhead took one glance at Stiles outfit before an arrogant, triumphant smile graced her face.

"I see you're wearing one of the outfits I had picked out for you again."

Stiles just glared at her, "Of course I am, you threw away all my clothes during our first year of college together!! The only clothes I have that you haven't thrown out are my pajamas! And you won't even let me go shopping without you just in case I 'go back to my old démodé ways' what the hell is that supposed to mean anyway?"

Lydia met him with an icy glare of her own, "It means that when I first met you in college all I saw was ADONIS potential covered up in all those revolting layers of tastless plaid and worn down comic tees!"

Rolling her eyes she begin to rant, her cheeks turning the most complimenting shade of pastel pink from her fristrations.

"... Seriously Stiles if it wasn't for me taking you under my wing you still wouldn't be able to dress yourself correctly." She informed with a dignified huff as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"And besides," she drawled out with a calculated eyebrow lift.

"You like the outfits I throw together for you- and don't even try to deny it!" Lydia nodded to herself as if to reassure Stiles that she knew exactly what she was saying was true.... and she wasn't wrong.

Stiles chest deflated of all the sly remarks he was going to throw when he realized how right she was. With a victorious smirk sent towards Stiles, it looked more like a piranha zeroing in on it's prey. Stiles only grumbled bitterly in response.

Lydia rolled her eyes at his childish behavior, and exclaimed somewhat dramatically, "I'm going to have to buy you a new suit for the wedding anyway." And took a sip of her coffee.

"Another one?" Stiles whined- he really hated shopping.

"Yes another one. Did you really think I was going to let you be my maid of honor without wearing a suit that matched the color pallets of my wedding?" Lydia questioned with a look of horror painted on her face.

Stiles groaned "Lydia I can't be your maid of honor, I'm a guy-"

"Butler of honor then." She retorted dismissively. Stiles, however, continued on as if she hadn't interrupted him.