"What are you doing here?" I manage to speak, amazingly surprised, suspecting she did this on purpose. She does not want me to forget her.
"We've been invited. Obviously" She opens her green eyes wider, to show that one does not simple forget to invite her.
"We? Is Allison here too?!" All of a sudden the not-worried mask falls down from Scott's face. He looks terrified.
"Not Allison. I came with Aiden"
The same way Scott's skin gets back to his typical tanned tone, I feel nauseous. She brought him, perhaps just to wound me. She tilts her head to one side, directing to the Alpha twin, who waves at us with an innocent grin. There is no way I am going to fall for that.
"Man, I need a drink" Scott leaves. I don't need to look into his eyes to feel how disappointed he is. I know he was anticipating to meet Allison, but if she didn't come with Lydia, she wouldn't come with anyone else.
There's this awkward silence between me and Lydia, even though there's music playing around us. We deeply stare at each other. I can't stop it. She's beautiful from head to toe. Inside and outside. My heart fails two or three beats when she softly smiles at me.
"So, how are you? We haven't spoken lately" She's trying so hard not to stare at my lips. I wonder if she wants to kiss me again. I decided to not call her, the first step to get over her.
"Normal. It's almost hard to believe" I hide my hands in my pockets, swaying my body back and forth. I am not crazy, there's a new tension between us. "You? No visions or dead bodies?"
"No, I'd have called you"
"Me? You have Aiden now" I'm not going to lie. I felt stronger and worthy every time she called me to be by her side, to protect her. But now I want her to look for me not only in times of trouble, but because she wants my company. But she never called again. She has Aiden.
Lydia doesn't say anything as a reply, although she tries, not finding suitable words to say whatever she wants me to hear. She takes a deep breath, which makes my eyes to lie down to her neck line, at the same time she's glancing at my tummy. I wish Scott was near me to tell me if there is any signs of lust coming out of her body or if she's just finding me wicked slim with this tight shirt.
I wanted to call you and talk to you. Hear your voice, your laughter. I expected you to show up by my door just like the night I rocked in the Lacrosse game. I wanted to kiss you, lingering and passionately, I'd have simply told her these stupidities right now, but I hold myself back. I need to get over her. I need to erase years of a massive crush, after all, it's just a teenager thing.
This is when Aiden gets closer, with a glass of vodka and put his arm around her waist, pulling her closer. It makes me hate him much worse, but I stand still in front of him. I even fake a smile. Lydia faces the floor, avoiding me for a brief moment. She knows she hurts me by being with him because she knows I like her. Maybe I should have hidden my feelings just not to see her like that, fearing to be happy not to hurt me.
"What's up Aiden!" I greet just to be polite.
"Aiden, where the heck is my drink?" Lydia sounds bossy again as usual.
"Do you want one?"
"What?! Do you dare asking?"
I can't handle all this boyfriend and girlfriend climax between them that makes me feel like a third wheel, even being aware that Lydia is trying hard to play the in-love girlfriend. No doubt she really does that on purpose.
I walk away. That's the best I can do anyway. My frustrated teenager inner self is shouting out that I hate them. Both Lydia and Aiden. I literally hate them. Standing right next to Scott, I pour myself a drink, sensing that he's still feeling down.
"Allison is not coming" He mumbles after a deep sip of beer.
"Good for you. At least she's not showing off a boyfriend" I hiss "I can't handle it"
I turn around eyeing every corner of the party. Too many people dancing, laughing and drunkenly stumbling. I seriously need a girl right now. Or a boy. I'll find a boy hotter than Aiden to make out with… wow! I am completely flipping out for considering this.
My eyes catch a hot girl dancing in the middle of the room. She's probably one of the hottest girls in school, only I can't remember her name, but I think she's in my English class. I approach her, dancing according to the dysfunctional rhythm of the music with my weird movements. Piece of cake. She's already glancing at me with a mischievous grin across her face.
"Hey"
"Hey"
And that's enough talking. I wouldn't hear her anyway over the sound of the party. Therefore, I can notice that even being really pretty, she's not prettier or hotter than Lydia. She's tan, tall and she has a curvy body that is dancing especially for me now. Rubbing her hips against my going and thrusting her hair to the left, then to the right, she seems quite victorious for being with me. She wants to please me. Keeping up with her moves, I put my hands around her waist and pull her closer so my chest smashes her breasts. This is too easy is almost boring. I decide to go straight to what matters, covering her mouth with my own. The fact that her mouth was already opened to fix itself in mine does not surprise me. She runs her fingertips through my hair as I devour every corner of her mouth with my tongue. There's no feelings in this kiss. It's like I can think about any useless things while we kiss. My heart is not racing, I'm not shivering neither feeling goose bumps. I kiss her more and more, harder and harder. I just keep going until I'm done with her. I'm not sure of how much time I've been making out with a girl I don't even know the name.
I search around, looking for Lydia. An evil part of me wants her to see this. And there she is, leaning against the wall, her face is red like a pepper and her big eyes are a mixture of disgust and anger, lying upon me as she swallows hard. In a second, I start to feel guilty. I hurt her. I'm such an idiot. I shouldn't have done this.
Gaping, I watch Aiden beside her, concern in his face. I read his lips saying 'are you ok?" and she yell "No!"
"Are you ok?" the girl I just made out with also asks in my arms, her lips swollen because of my own lips. So I yell:
"No!"
At the same time she leaves through the front door, I run through the back door. I want to be alone. I want to punish myself somehow. I'm repulsed. I'm supposed to forget her, not to hurt her.
Outside, the noise makes my head spin so I cover my ears, jumping over the porch. I move to the woods farther behind the house as an attempt to make the noise wear itself off. The warm breeze is helpful and I instantly cool down a bit. This isn't a panic attack, but it's very much close to it. I won't have Lydia to save me if it happens, eventually.
Something cracks behind me. There's someone, or something here. I can feel it. Uncountable times in danger have made me a professional in situations like this. Whoever this is, I'm going to bravely face them.
The heavy presence just feels to get closer and closer and I tense my body and look around, focused on the sound.
If only I had a baseball bat, though…
Thank you for the reviews and for becoming followers… never really asked for them but it feels good to receive them. Lydia's gonna face hard times realizing how much she loves Stiles, and, well, he's just going to have some fun with all of this. Things will get hotter between them at some point and so far I'm not sure of how many chapters this s gonna have. It's up to you to keep me writing!
