Rolling her eyes, Lydia sighed. "Derek's a dick, who cares?" she asked dully. If there was one thing that could bring down paradise, it was a freaking Hale. Sure, he looked like an Adonis, which she imagined was the reason he'd been offered the opportunity, but that didn't make him any less of a thorn in the collective sides of the Beacon Hills lot, as far as she was concerned.
"I'm really sick of pretending to give a shit what anyone from Beacon Hills thinks at this point, Stiles, don't let him bother you," she added, closing her eyes.