I want to apologise for my typos in the previous chapter, when i proof read it it was very late at night so I wasn't really functioning, I know how annoying that is as a reader.
I know i said in the last chapter that Lydia doesn't do her dumb act but i've decided she doesn't tell people what she really does except from people like Alliosn.
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They were walking slowly side by side to Lydia's house. There was a tension between them, probably because Stiles was thinking about Malia, and he was trying his best not too. He really was. But it was obvious all he was thinking about was her screwing some guy.
"So do you know what you want to do when you grow up?" Lydia asked Stiles. Lydia looked up at Stiles and once again he realised how beautiful she was.
"I want to be a detective cop," he said, he stuffed his hands in his pockets and curled his hands into balls, he always cringed when he told people that, he didn't look like the smart type, or that he was brave enough to do such a thing. But Lydia didn't mock him.
"I bet that's interesting," She said, they walked a little farther before she spoke again, "What made you go down that career path?"
"My dad," he told her, she nodded knowingly, "He's the county Sheriff, I always help him figure the cases out, you know?"
"So you're pretty much sorted out for the future?" She laughed, he nodded and smiled too, "What about your mother? What does she do?"
"Uh," He said, his mother died such a long time ago he didn't like telling people she was dead, only because he didn't want them to feel sorry for him, "She died when I was eight"
"Oh shit," Lydia murmured quietly stopping in her tracks, he stopped with her and she turned to look at him, "I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have said anything"
"It fine, you didn't know," He Replied softly, she offered him a sad smile, then she touched a hand to his arm, and his skin went all kinds of tingly.
"I really am sorry" She said, he nodded at her and pretended that he wasn't thinking about his mother, when he was, he was always thinking about her.
"So what do you want to do?" Stiles asked her as they continued to walk, she was glad he said something, it made the mood lighten again. She felt like smacking herself in the face for saying those words so carelessly when of course he might not of had a mother.
"I like math," She said looking down at her feet, she almost seemed embarrassed by that, because maybe he would judge her, and he felt a pang because maybe she has been judged before about it. And if it was her dream then that shouldn't be the case. "I want to win the fields medal."
"The fields medal?" He repeated because he wasn't familiar with it, he's only ever heard of the Nobel Prize.
"The fields medal is for mathematics." She told him simply. And when he looked at her then, it was like he saw right through her soul, she was some sort of genius and maybe no one really knew that, or she didn't gloat about it at least.
"Sounds like you have a pretty good life ahead of you if that's the plan" He said, she laughed a little at the end and it sent chills through him. Her laugh was soft and kind and could make all bad things in the world stop if enough people heard it.
"I guess, but its not going to be easy," She sighed and they turned a corner onto a street that had posh houses on with lawns the size of Australia.
"Whats your IQ level?" He blurted out of nowhere, she gave him a weird look and breathed out as she shook her head.
"Kind of a weird question don't you think?"She challenged him, he didn't need to look at her to know she was smiling.
"Knowing your IQ might give you a better chance of knowing if you can win the fields medal"
"120" She said under her breath. He was shocked but he wasn't at the same time. He thought she would say something like that but also thought it would be lower.
"Lydia you're a fucking genius!" Stiles exclaimed, she blushed and tried to laugh it off but for once no one had really mocked her for it, the only person that doesn't do that is Allison. And Jackson didn't know what she was capable of, he didn't realy know her at all.
"Yeah, yeah," She said trying to dismiss it, "I don't know who i take after though"
"Are your parents not clever?" Stiles asked, it sounded a little rude when it came out but Lydia knew he didn't mean it like that, at least she hoped, so she acted cool about it.
"Well my dad is a giant dick, so no, my mother teaches some, she just isn't a 'genius'" She stated, she used her fingers to put air quotation marks around the word 'genius'. She has to take after someone, Stiles thought. Knowledge like that doesn't come with the snap of two fingers.
"So am i talking to the future Einstein?"
"No," She smiled, "He was a physicist, I want to be a mathematician" She looked proud when she spoke about her ambitions, and she looked happy. The kind of happiness that spreads to the eyes.
"Are you happy?" He asked her, she looked at him, her face hard to read, she furrowed her brow and thought.
"Happy?" She repeated, seeing that emotion in her eyes had made him think that maybe she wasn't always like this.
"Yeah, happy. Content." Stiles continued. She chewed the inside of her cheek as she thought. Was she happy? She didn't even know herself and that kind of scared her.
"I wouldn't say content," She sighed, they walked in silence for some and then she spoke, "I'm okay, sometimes I feel happy, sometimes I don't, because you can't always be happy right?"
"Right." He said nodding, it made him a little sad thinking that she wasn't always happy, because so far she seemed like a really nice girl.
"And you?" She asked knocking his arm with her elbow.
"Huh?"
"Are you happy? If you say you are i might slap you" She joked and he put his hands in his pockets and tried not to cringe as he said the next words.
"I'm happy now."
"I have a boyfriend you know?" She said. He wasn't sure if she meant it in a dry way as if she didn't think he was anything, or if she was warning him, that if her boyfriend- Jackson- found out it wouldn't be pretty.
"Yo! Simon!" A shout from the road yelled out, they turned to look to see a car filled with about eight people, the boy who had spoke had to be around 16 and he had curly hair.
"No, no, sorry man we're not Simon" Stiles spoke for them, the kid in the car, who was driving, looked confused as if these two teenagers had to be Simon. Whoever that was.
"Hey! Don't apologise for who you are or who you're not!" He said, his eyes were puffy and red, no doubt high. Maybe he should let his dad know about this, it could end badly.
"They should put that on a T-Shirt!" Another man called out from the back, he was older probably about 18 and he had a bottle of liquor in his hand. Stiles should technically call his dad right now.
"You guys know where this party is?" The one with the frizzy hair spoke again, "I think its Chestnut Lane?"
"Yeah, -uh- we just came from there, it was just broken up by the police" Stiles told them, they squinted their eyes at him and he suddenly became very uncomfortable.
"You sure it was broken up?"
"Yeah, I'm sure" Stiles nodded as if he needed to prove he had been at that party.
"Oh, that sucks," The boy said again then looked back at the filled up seats, "But hey, do you wanna ride?"
Lydia looked at Stiles and then back to the stoned teenagers, "I'm only a few blocks away, if you want to.."
Stiles was shocked that she even suggested for him to go with them, as if she was fine leaving him with them.
"Uh- what? no. It's okay man, thanks though" Stiles said putting a hand up to thank them.
"Suit yourselves" The boy said, then he added, "You're so cute"
"Yeah.." Lydia spoke, then they zoomed off down the road with the disco ball that hung on the mirror swaying violently side to side.
"Maybe you should tell your dad, they were clearly drunk and stoned" Lydia said with a crease in her forehead marking concern.
"They'll probably get caught by someone on duty, if they aren't caught on a speed camera first" Stiles shrugged it off, hoping that they would get stopped soon.
They walked the last two blocks in silence, but again it wasn't awkward which he loved so much because it was exhausting always thinking of a conversation.
They stood outside her house, it was big, three stories and they had a very big front lawn with two cars parked in the drive. There was a willow tree that almost touched an upstairs window and had a fat trunk.
"Do you maybe want to come in?" Lydia asked moving on her feet, she held her bag tightly and Stiles considered what to do. If he went home he would just think about Malia, and when it was late at night and thoughts of her roamed his head, it was never safe. It always ended in him picking out his flaws and- as silly as it sounds- crying over her. Becasue thats what she did to him. She made him crazy, and maybe that wasn't a good thing for his mind. He also knew if he declined the offer that this friendship he had going on would be all for nothing, and that it would end here.
He decided for once to be spontaneous so he nodded, "Yeah- uh sure"
"Don't act all nervous," Lydia remarked as she walked them to her door, she got her key out that was painted with a purple nail varnish and unlocked her door but before she opened it she spoke, "I won't teabag you, i have a boyfriend"
He let out a light laugh and she turned to smile at him, the fact that she used the word teabag instead of shag or fuck, made him like her, and her sense of humor. Although that didn't mean Malia's wasn't any good, maybe it was because Malia tried to hard to make people laugh. Maybe that was the problem.
They tip-toed up the stairs to her house because her parents were sleeping, it was 12 o'clock and he should be heading home his dad might start worrying. He reminded himself to drop him a text if he wasn't home within the hour.
"Do you want something to drink?" Lydia asked him as she put a record on. The quality was different on a vinyl record player, much better than download and was clearer.
"Uh- Yeah, what do you have?"
"Wine" She said as if this was normal for her, a 16 year old girl just drinking a glass of red wine on a Friday.
"Yeah, yeah thats fine" He said and she nodded and headed downstairs to get the drink. He walked around her bedroom. Her walls were a purpley pink and she had white butterflies stuck to the wall by her bed. Her bed frame was leather and didn't look cheap, her quilts were soft and carefully stitched with a pattern. He ran a hand along the fabric to find it was silk. She was clearly from a wealthy family.
Her dresser and closet were glass-mirror effect and she had a cork board above her drawers. He walked over to it, she had magazine pages pinned to it, covers of vogue and cosmopolitan and more stuck in random places but all covering the board. He wanted to take one off, one that caught his gaze because it was black and white but when he went to lift it off a maths equation underneath caught his eye.
He lifted a few more sheets up and found more and more mathematical theories that he didn't understand. She really was a genius, and she didn't want to gloat about it. He was interrupted by her coughing.
He jumped back and she smiled and raised the two wine glasses that were full with the red liquid. She handed one to him and took a large gulp as if the burn of alcohol going down her throat didn't bother her the slightest.
"Why do you hide it?" Stiles asked. She looked at him then back at her glass as she leant against her side unit.
"Because i do." She told him flatly. He wanted to press on but not sure how.
"You wanna know when i'm really happy?" She sighed placing her wine glass down by the mound of cushions she had at the end of her bed, she stayed stood up and breathed in, "When it's about 4 o'clock on a weekday, and i come home from school and i can get out some paper, and do some insane theory and then pin it on the wall"
His mouth went dry because she had opened up to him. That when she was most happy was when she was doing what she was best at. And she spoke it with confidence, like she was proud that that made her happy.
"And the sun comes through my window," She continued quietly and she slowly sunk to her carpet, "And it makes the carpet all warm and fuzzy, and i just feel...content"
"Yeah, i know what you mean" Stiles said nodding, he scratched at the back of his neck. His hair that he eventually grown out tickled it and it bugged him a little.
There was silence from them as they thought about when they were happy, Stiles didn't want to say what made him happy, because the answer was Malia, and he knew if he said that right there and then she would kick him out.
"Have you had sex yet?" She blurted out, he sat down on the floor opposite her and took an uneven breath in.
"No, not yet," He said hanging his head down, "Not like I haven't had the chance, or anything"
"What do you have girls lining up to have sex with you?" Lydia teased, she drunk her wine and smirked at him.
"No, that's not what i meant," Stiles said sighing, "I've been in relationships just..I've never got there"
"You wanna have sex with Malia? Is that it?"
"Well, uh- i guess," He stuttered, he felt bad for talking about this, he never got off over her, or anything, he never really thought about it, "I never fantasise about it, i fantasise more about holding her hand, or kissing her in school, you know? All that cheesy romantic shit that you're such a fan of," he said, that earned him a little laugh off of her, "I fantasise about having sex with Erica Reyes"
"Whose Erica Reyes?"
"A girl in my school who everyone wants to have sex with, because shes.. hot"
"Right, but you want Malia to be your girlfriend?" She remarked.
"Well yeah"
"But you fantasise about having sex with Eric?" She stated.
"Erica," he said, the least he needed was for her to say he was going gay, "And yeah, i mean, Malias not even mine"
"The Virgin and The Skank, tale as old as time" Lydia said, she put her wine down and lead back on her cushions and starred up at the ceiling. Stiles neared her and rested an elbow on the cushions and looked at her. She carefully kept her eyes on him as he moved his body, for once in his life he hadn't done anything clumsy around her, maybe he was becoming better.
"Everything cool has been ruined. Was before we got here. Even sex and relationships, it's all just so safe and convenient. Exchange profiles, boil your personality down to some, like, compatibility equation."What's your favorite movie? Who's your favorite recording artist?". And then with one easy click, we too can realize our dream of boning someone exactly like us, get married, give birth to two and a half babies. We can all post the pictures on Facebook or Twitter... No, that's- That is not for me. I wanna meet a man the old-fashioned way, you know, like in a bar." Lydia sighs, Stiles is almost in a trance when shes finished, she speaks without stuttering or stammering and she understands life a little better than anyone else he's ever met.
"Or in a dark alley, crazy guy talking to himself" Stiles joked, she looked at him and smiled and then shook her head. She took his hand in hers and suddenly he couldn't breathe and his heart was pounding in his made a joke about her meeting a man who so happened to be him and now she was making a move.
"Which one am i?" She whispered, "The Virgin or The Skank?"
"I-" He began but his heart was racing so fast and the way her eyes stared into his was just too much, "I've never met anyone like you before"
"That's a pretty good answer" She smiled. She gazed at him for a while then turned so her back was in his chest, he settled down on the cushions too and she held his hand still. He tried to not let it get too clamy.
"Your heart is beating really fast" She laughed lightly. This was normal, for a sixteen year old girl to be cuddling with a very attractive girl, this was normal. Well maybe not for Stiles.
"Sorry" he murmured, he burried his face in her hair and she rubbed her thumb on the inside of his hand.
He thinks he hears her mumble a 'Don't worry" but he is suddenly very drowsy.
And they didn't say another word to one another. He just let his head rest and his muscles relax against her touch. And the darkness crept over her room, and over his mind.
