I couldn't breathe. I was struggling, fiercely, but it was no good. Part of me wanted to give in, but I was too stubborn. I knew I could outsmart him if I could just take a second. "Stop" I gasped "Stiles, no, come on!"He had me trapped between him and the brick wall of the street, in a quiet corner removed from where I could see people pouring out of the clubs, laughing and stumbling. Allison and Scott were around somewhere too but Stiles was blocking my vision.
"Fuck sake Stiles!" I exclaimed, getting angry! "Get off of-" and suddenly he was pulled away from me and thrown to the ground. I stumbled forward and was steadied by a strong hand, my drink addled head spinning. Damn Allison and her "just one more, on me". The hand was still on my arm and I shook it off, looking up at whoever it was with a flicker of recognition, before he too was suddenly on the ground, clutching his face where Scott had landed his swinging fist.
"Scott!" I shouted after him, in shock, as Allison tried to pull him away from the guy on the ground who jumped angrily to his feet, while Stiles watched on from his patch of pavement. Scott was trying to push past an almost sobbing Allison, standing between him and the guy that had just knocked his best friend on his ass. I got a better look at his face this time, grasping for a name. It was hard when he was practically snarling with rage and blood from the cut above his eye was running down his face. Darren, Daniel, David D… Derek! Derek Hale, star athlete at my old high school where he had been four years ahead of me.
Anger, alcohol and testosterone were creating a dangerous atmosphere as Scott and Derek squared off, Allison still trying to push Scott backwards. Idiots. I'd had enough.
"Hey!" I shouted. Again, louder. "HEY!" But still they didn't break eye contact. Frustrated, I marched over, black, strappy heels punctuating each step. I kept walking, right passed Scott and Allison until I was directly in front of Derek, the top of my head barely reaching his chin even in my heels. "Hale" I said, quietly now and dripping with menace. His murderous gaze faltered and he glanced down at me before his eyes snapped straight back to Scott's. "Walk." I said, pushing my hand into his firm chest. The only move he made was to clench his fists tighter. "Walk" I repeated, again pressing him back down the street. A few seconds passed before he exhaled a breath, turned around, glared at Stiles who flinched, and started walking, shoulders tense and fists still clenched.
Scott made to go after him, which really did it for me. I was absolutely done with this alpha male bullshit. "Scott if you take one more step I'm gonna strangle you. Help Stiles up and get him back to your place. Here's his phone" I tossed it to him and turned to Allison. "I guess you're staying at this idiot's place tonight so I'll see you tomorrow sometime."
"Wait, Lydia where are-"
"I'm going to find out what the hell Hale's problem is, then I'm getting a taxi back to ours, climbing into bed and regretting this whole night. Bye Allison."
I briefly saw the hurt on her face before I was stomping off after Derek. No, it wasn't her fault that the night had turned out like this but I was seriously pissed off. And Mr Hale was going to explain himself right now.