"So then things looked really bad, you know, and Jennifer was in her mountain ash circle and Deucalion was on the ground, and the effects of the lunar eclipse were still wearing off, but I just felt that I could do anything, I put my hands in front of me.." Stiles really wanted to pay attention to his werewolf friend telling him the fantastic tale of how he managed to defeat the seemingly undefeatable Darach, and finally became a true alpha, but it was hard to act as excited about it when he'd already heard it every day for the past couple of weeks. Just as he was trying to nod convincingly and mumble some 'that's amazing', 'wow, man, that's awesome' in response – not that Scott would actually notice any of this, he was completely caught up in his own story – Stiles' attention slightly shifted to the couple of teenagers he and Scott were just about to pass. His eyes fixed on hers, hers more fixed to the ground, while she was trying to hide a smile, leaning against the lockers behind her. Lydia was always good at manipulating boys, her own supernatural power even before her banshee abilities were revealed; always making everybody want her, not letting them know when they actually had her, so they'd keep working for it. Such a strong power, it worked even on targets she didn't aim for. Like the Sheriff's scrawny and goofy son, for instance.
Stiles only looked at the couple for a fragment of a second, but even without his werewolf senses, Scott could've noticed how that image hurt his friend, good as he was at hiding it. He stopped in the middle of his story and looked at Lydia and Aiden for a moment, before turning back to his best friend "what was that?" "what was what?", Stiles answered nonchalantly, while stopping to open his locker. Scott stood next to him, and pointing with his eyes at the couple as subtly as he could, he insisted "that". Stiles gazed at them for a nanosecond and turned his eyes back on the books he was taking out and putting in the locker, keeping them there while saying "Scott, I have no idea what you're talking about" "I thought you were finally over her" this made it a little harder for Stiles to just ignore the subject. "I was. I am! I was. Look, I don't want to talk about it", he said, while closing his locker and trying to walk away. "It's just.. you haven't mentioned your plan or her perfect strawberry blonde hair in, like, a year, and I just assumed.." Scott said while following his friend. Stiles gave him a look and tried walking a little faster. "I know, I know, okay? I thought I was over her too. But that was before.." "Before what?" they were basically running at this point, which made Scott almost lose his equilibrium when Stiles suddenly stopped walking and turned to face him. "Before she kissed me. You happy now?" Stiles blurted out with an exasperated tone, before turning around again and trying to walk away.
"Woo, woo, woo, wait what?" Scott couldn't help being overly happy for his friend, he knew how long he'd been waiting for this. "It's not what you think. She was just trying to help me. She did help me." "What, like CPR or something?" Scott said, not sure himself if he was joking or being deadly serious. "Stiles, come on, stop", he insisted, grabbing his friend's shoulder. They stood in the middle of the hallway for a couple of seconds, until the sheriff's son finally sighed and looked at his friend. "Yeah.. or something. I didn't want to tell you this because well, you had a lot on your plate already, what with the two murderous supernatural creatures coming after you and us and our parents and whatnot" Scott raised his eyebrows and gave him a 'go on' look, "But I, uhm- I kind of sort of had a panic attack", he said, eyes fixed on the ground for a second before looking at his friend again. "Stiles I.. I had no idea. I am so sorry", he remembered when Stiles used to have those almost every day, at any time, in any place. It was awful. Awful for him to live and for Scott to watch without being able to help. And the thought of his best friend going through that again, and him not being there for him.. "When?" he just asked. "Few weeks back. In the midst of the parents kidnapping and all of that" Stiles tried to sound as casual as he could. Scott put a hand on his shoulder, looking him right in the eyes, "are you okay?" "Yeah. I am now, really. It was just a one time thing, I swear" Stiles reassured him, staring right back at him. "okay", said the werewolf, letting his friend go "okay", Stiles echoed.
They stood there in silence for a minute, staring at the pavement before Scott raised his head and spoke again. "So what does Lydia have to do with any of that?" "She was with me when it happened. We were in the school hallway and I just- I just lost it" "Still not sure where the kissing fits into all of this" Scott said, trying to light up the atmosphere as he started walking again, his best friend beside him. "She somehow dragged me into the locker room, and we were on the floor, and I felt like my heart was going to explode, I could barely hear her trying to calm down, or feel her hands on my cheeks which is funny because I thought when that happened I would've been completely present for it, you know, soaking it all in, making sure it was real. But I was so out of it I could barely even smell the room, which is saying a lot", Scott gave a hint of a smile "and then, out of the blue, she just kissed me" Stiles couldn't help grinning at this last part, not even on purpose. "and it was like.. there was nothing else anymore. I had all these thoughts in my head, crowding it and fighting each other and making me feel like my brain was about to explode, and that all went away." Stiles realized he was starting to sound like Scott did when he first met Allison and was kind of hating himself for it, so he just shrugged and said "so yeah, that was it. Not like it meant anything", Scott shook his head "Dude, you're so not over her".
