end of year WIP meme!send me a 👀 and i’ll post a snippet of art/writing that i never got around to finishing this year (r.i.p)
Lydia barreledforward. "Why'd you show up in the middle of the night to talk to him?Why'd you leave school with him? Why'd you meet before school this morning?Why is he ignoring Allison now?"
Ashton widened her eyes. "We'rejust working on an English project together."
Lydia clicked her tongue."Sweetheart, I'm in your English class. We don't have a project coming up."
Ashtonbreathed in through her nose, looking back into her locker. Okay. Okay, shit.There was no way she could tell them the truth. What new lie would bebelievable enough, that would explain her sketchiness? She didn't know, shedidn't—oh. Shit.
She lowered her face, bit her lip,and glanced between them again. "Okay, you can't tell anyone what I'mabout to tell you."
Neither of them looked veryimpressed, so she didn't wait long before she continued.
"It's just that, I likeStiles." Allison's expression cleared, Lydia's didn't. "Scott's bestfriend? But I don't know what to do. I thought that Scott could help me win himover."