ℒydia likes comic book ladies, teen wolves, and the fake dating trope.

You think you’ve got all this love to give, that you’re these decent dudes who just want a princess of their own.  And you’ll treasure her and worship her and never hurt her and ugh.  You get my point.  But I never get why you think that should happen.  Because you noticed that the prettiest, smartest girl in your class is in fact the prettiest, smartest girl in your class?  Good job, you, that doesn’t tell me why she should care.