"Have you ever though, maybe, that I've given up waiting? That maybe I got tired of waiting around for the perfect Lydia Martin to notice my existence? That maybe, just maybe, some other things came up? Things that are a bit more important than you. Things like my friend becoming a werewolf, your boyfriend, or ex - boyfriend, or whatever he is, went on a KILLING spree, an alpha pack coming, a Darach coming, and finally, said Darach taking my dad. My DAD Lydia. He was all I had left, and he's gone, and you think you can just, just KISS me. You can just kiss me, say you were helping me, and then decide maybe, just MAYBE it meant more. You expected me to still be here, well, you're wrong. I gave up waiting a long time ago Lydia. I'm not waiting for you anymore. That was just a fairytale, it was always a fairytale, but I've seen enough shit and bad things to realize fairytales don't exist."
End call.
That's it.
No more Lydia.
No more waiting.
He's free. He's said it. He isn't chained to her anymore. The minute she reads that message, she'll leave him alone.
Her and her perfect hair, and perfect face, and perfect kiss.
She won't bother him anymore.
She'll leave him alone to go live happily ever after with Jackson.
She'll leave him to go find his dad. To find his dad alive and well.
It will all be normal again. Stiles will find someone else to obsess over. Someone he might not have to wait for.
Hell, maybe even Cora.
Derek would surely kill him, but he's threatened to do that plenty of times, and Stiles is still here so he might take the risk.
He's good at taking risks.
Of course, there's Allison, but she's Scott's. She'll always be Scott's. Plus, she reminds him too much of Lydia. The two are practically joined at the hip sometimes.
It's about now his phone starts ringing.
Incoming call.
Lydia Martin.
Ignore.
A few seconds later.
Incoming call.
Lydia Martin.
Ignore.
A few moments later.
Lydia Martin.
Ignore. Ignore. Ignore.
One ignore for every year she's ignored him.
Ignore. Ignore. Ignore.
One ignore for every day she's ignored him.
Ignore. Ignore. Ignore.
One ignore for every minute she's taken from him.
His phone rings.
Incoming call.
Lydia Martin.
Answer.
"Stiles."
"Don't call me."
"Stiles."
"Lydia. Don't. Call. Me."
"We need to talk."
"If you want to talk to me, you can wait."
End call.
Damn, that felt good.
Until the phone started to ring again.
His thumb wavered over ignore, answer, ignore, answer.
It's funny how two buttons could decide two very different fates.
One being so sure, and one being so uncertain.
If he answered, he would mostly likely talk, things would most likely get better. Everything would go back to how it was before. With him waiting and her ignoring.
If he ignored her, the tables would be turned, and he wasn't sure what that would mean for the future. The uncertain future which was already uncertain enough.
His friends went to the dark side. There's an alpha pack running rampant. There's a Darach running amuck. His dad is missing. His dad might be dead. He might be alone.
There's so much uncertain in his life, does he really need more.
There's only one way to find out.
Ignore.