She heard him push her door open, and then shut it again. She only continued to stare at her nails.
"Where have you been?" was all she said. It was a moment before he replied. She hadn't heard his voice in weeks, and wasn't sure if she was imaging the tone in it. Cracked. Broken.
"I've needed time" he replied.
"You needed time" she repeated mockingly. All her anger at him for leaving was building up, and all of the sorrow she was feeling mixed with it.
"Yes Lydia I needed time. Everything that happened was my fault. I'm the reason that the Oni attacked. I'm the reason Al- they're dead." She noticed how he couldn't bring himself to say their names.
"It wasn't your fault"
"It was my fault- Lydia look at me" he said. She didn't move.
"Goddamn it Lydia are you that ashamed of me that you can't even look at me?" he said raising his voice.
"I'm not ashamed Stiles" she hissed, her head finally lifting up. She didn't know what she was expecting but she somehow knew it wasn't this. He looked fine.
No marks under his eyes due to lack of sleep, no messy hair, no red eyes. He looked fine. No one else would have noticed but she did; the small smirk on his lips.
"I'm sorry I left, but I had to. I needed to" he said, taking a step towards the bed. Lydia instantly felt herself becoming angry-no furious.
"You needed time? We all needed fucking time Stiles, but some of us didn't just leave the only people we had left. Some of us stayed, no matter how much it fucking hurt. I needed you whilst you were gone. Did you ever stop to think of that? Of course not, because you were too busy thinking about yourself. I'm not ashamed of you Stiles, I'm disappointed. I just lost my best friend. I lost Aiden. Scott lost his first love. We both needed you there and you up and left us all. You know what, you're right I can't stand to look at you, but not because I'm ashamed. Because of how much it hurts." She looked back down at her hand. "Get out."
"No Lydia"
"I said get out!" she yelled. She stood up, and tried pushing him towards the door, trying to make him leave. She didn't care if this was Stiles, cute, innocent, sweet Stiles. Right now he made her mad.
"Lydia stop please" he whispered as she tried pushing him. He was clearly stronger, and he wasn't budging, but she didn't even care; too angry to notice. He didn't try to fight back, he just watched her slightly amused.
"Leave my room. How about you just take off again, since you're so fucking good at it" she yelled.
"Lydia stop okay! I have reasons why I left and if you would just let me explain them then you might understand" he yelled. When she didn't stop he did the only thing that came into his head. He quickly grabbed her shoulders and pushed her backwards so she fell onto her bed. Before she could get up he quickly straddled her hips and held both of her wrists down either side of her head.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" she questioned, trying to push her wrists up; to no avail.
"I need you to listen to me" he replied, something in his voice she couldn't quite register.
Only a year ago, Stiles would have been too scared to even touch her hand, and now here they were.
"Fine, I'm listening" she replied.
Stiles took a deep breath, ready to explain everything.
So this is my first Teen Wolf fanfic. Of course Stydia is life, but I still had to include how Lydia had felt about Aiden.
Sorry!
So can everyone leave some comments if they enjoyed or not. Third chapter should be up tomorrow.
