A Sight For Gorgeous Eyes [ Lydia ]

[Aiden Reynard]

LOOK AT THAT PRETTY LITTLE FACE
A I D E N R E Y N A R D
WHY DON'T I R I P IT OFF AND EAT IT

[/i]" Aiden could careless about his homework, whether he was going to do it or not. He just needed an excuse to talk to Lydia
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[Lydia Theresa Martin]

Her body hovered for what was probably a minute too long behind the door of her locker. Maybe she was just hoping for a glimpse of someone she felt safe around or maybe just maybe she was hoping that the more time she spent behind the thin piece of metal the more likely it was she would just disappear. She'd seen people shove nerds in a locker before, she'd love to know how they fit because it seemed like a pretty good place to hide. She wasn't exactly there though, not really, not in her mind, so it was very surprising to her when all of a sudden she heard a voice from behind the door. She thought for a moment and took a deep breath, shutting the door and quirking a brow at the figure on the other side. "I'm sorry... Are you talking to me??" She knew damn well that he was, she knew who he was too, a guy that looked that that sure as hell didn't get to walk through the doors of Beacon Hills High without Lydia Martin noticing. She'd also noticed the way his brother was infatuated with Danny. "What makes you think I know when the homework's due?" Of course she knew when the homework was due. She secretly lived for homework. But the stone cold, sassy stare she gave him -- She wasn't sure what information she was trying to pull out of him, whether it was that he knew a little too much about her or that he was just not very good at listening but either way, the tapping of her nails against the metal door showed she didn't really have much time for him to waste.

[Aiden Reynard]

LOOK AT THAT PRETTY LITTLE FACE
A I D E N R E Y N A R D
WHY DON'T I R I P IT OFF AND EAT IT

[/i]" That smile on Aidens face stayed there, he was trying to charm Lydia

Lydia had a tough, and sometimes rude, exterior. If Aiden was going to knock that wall down, he was going to have to be clever about it. He readjusted his backpack on his shoulder while keeping an eye on the clock, the bell was going to ring soon so he had to make this quick. "Well, judging by the way you paid attention in class I thought you would know." Aiden kept a close eye on Lydia in class, how could he not? She was the subject matter for Deucalions' mission he gave the twins... Plus, she was pretty hot
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[Lydia Theresa Martin]

Well he had her there. Lydia Martin was as studious as she was beautiful, and Lydia Martin was incredibly beautiful. But she still wasn't sure why he was here. Why he was eyeing her. There were a lot of people in their english class and she knew for a fact he'd already started trouble with Scott and Isaac so really they could have stuck with asking one of the many people that weren't their friends. Regardless, she couldn't help but find him..... Hot. "Why do I get the feeling that you don't reallyyy care about the homework assignment?" She said eyeing him suspiciously. "But it's due Friday... So you can go now!"

[Aiden Reynard]

LOOK AT THAT PRETTY LITTLE FACE
A I D E N R E Y N A R D
WHY DON'T I R I P IT OFF AND EAT IT

[/i]" Aiden tried to put it as simple as he could, he did honestly want to keep Lydia safe and not for just protecting his investment. He was beginning to develop a minor high school crush on the girl as well

Aiden didn't have an innocent look on his face, but it was pretty close. He gave Lydia a look almost as if his face said it all, a look that read 'well, there it is.' It was weird for Aiden, he was never used to being the sensitive guy, looking out for other people other than his brother, this was all... So new. Aiden turned around and began walking off, hoping to hear the voice of Lydia echoing in his head, asking him not to leave
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[Lydia Theresa Martin]

It was like a tug of war within Lydia, an endless struggle between the part of her that was rolling her eyes and finding him intolerable and the part of him that was overwhelmingly flattered. She got that feeling, the one where she was sure he was just trouble but she couldn't help but admit he was attractive. Her eyebrows raised and she gave him that know it all smirk, the one that showed she knew he was up to something from the very start. "Treated like a woman? Really??" Honestly she didn't know why he was clashing with her friends, apparently it wasn't her place to know who or what the twins were but a heads up would probably have stopped her doing what she did next. The look on his face wasn't innocent, Lydia didn't even deem it innocent. She shook her head and moved to walk away but she couldn't. Instead with a huff, she turned on her heels and put her hand on his chest, pushing him to the locker. "You're right, I've seen enough childish games, so word of advice, don't play any. Tell me what you want and I will see what I can do about it."

[Aiden Reynard]

LOOK AT THAT PRETTY LITTLE FACE
A I D E N R E Y N A R D
WHY DON'T I R I P IT OFF AND EAT IT

[/i]" Aiden wasn't threatened, but he thought it was cute how Lydia stood up for herself. Something a lot of girls wouldn't do. "Like I said before, you deserve to be treated like a woman." There was no other way to say it, with all these kids stuck in High School, a more mature guy was what Aiden was sure Lydia wanted
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Tag: Lydia || Outfit: Clicky || Notes: Sorry for the short reply, kind of out of my Aiden muse today./:

[Lydia Theresa Martin]

Lydia had to scoff at him. Despite her façade she was well aware that for him to completely buy what Aiden was trying to sell she’d have to believe that she was the most amazing woman on earth. Her eyebrows raised at him, she was looking upon him, trying desperately to read him, to decide whether she honestly believed he was genuine. As much as she may have wanted him to be for that brief moment, she couldn’t. “So how exactly are you proposing you can treat me like a woman? Give me specifics here. I’m not so good with vague.”