It took me a while to write this. Sorry for the delay in updates...
1.) I had no idea what to do, because I have a horrible case of writers block. The only cure is thinking your ass off, and getting wonderful ideas from my lovely reviewers. Please, together we can help fight this horrid disease.
And, 2.) I was at the beautiful beach. Got burned everywhere. So, luckily my fingers are tamed for me to write this.
I don't anything except a lovely case of writers block, and a burn on my pale (not anymore) skin. It really changes a person. Seriously, anyone want it? No? No? Okay... *sighs*
Enjoy:
He gazed his camel eyes over the brimming cafeteria. Stopping them, however, once he spotted Stiles seated alone. His bag laid to the seat next to him. It was what he'd always do to save Scott a seat just in case one of them just so happened to be late to lunch. But now, it seemed as a habit for Stiles.
He was leaning back in his seat, his eyes focused on his bread in his hand. Scott sighed and looked once more over the lunch room. He found Jackson seated with Lydia and Allison. They were chatting, smiles plastered on their faces.
It definitely did displease Scott at seeing his ex girlfriend laughing and giggling with Jackson. He turned his attention back to Stiles, and headed towards him. He gripped his brown lunch bag. It was crumpled, and his useless lunch was probably spoiled.
Scott stood in front of Stiles. He was standing behind the cold seat, and Stiles didn't have to look up from his lunch to know that he was standing their. His everyday sent told him enough. "Stiles..." he said softly. Stiles looked up. His hard, cold expression read anger and annoyance.
"You have every right to be... completely pissed off at me right now, but it wasn't me, okay?" Scott explained. "I can't control myself, a-and you know I don't like Lydia. I wouldn't do anything like that, I still like Allison." He huffed his breath, "I guess I'm just angry about everything and-"
"Scott," the petty voice was weak and obviously forced. The two teens turned their heads towards Lydia, who was surprisingly standing next to their table. Her hands were behind her back. Overall, she looked completely unconformable.
Stiles looked down, throwing hiss roll onto his tray he stood, "Well, I don't wanna interrupt any..." he looked over the two, "important loving so..." he backed away from the table, and placed his hands in his jean pockets, "Bye." He turned, walking away from the two.
Scott breathed out loudly, then turned to face the waiting girl. She seemed hesitant at first, but held her hand out from behind her back. He observed the locket in her hands. The silver, yet simple heart with several, out of control spirals deeply engraved inside, looked too familiar to him. His brows furred in.
"I gave it to Allison-" he started, his eyes never leaving the beautiful locket.
"After you realized it was her birthday?" She smiled, "Yeah, I know. She told me to come over here and give it back so," she held it out further, and he slowly took it from her pale hands. Her hands found her sides uncomfortably.
"Look Lydia... I just wanted to say, that kiss meant nothing. I was angry and annoyed and I like Allison, not you." Her eyes trailed up. Her melancholy expression matched his sorrowful one. Though, he was oblivious on her reason, it definitely did have something to do with him, he could most definitely tell.
She put on a small, forced, downtrodden smile. Her cheerful, preppy mood was absent, and it honestly frightened Scott a bit. "Doesn't everyone?" She asked, shrugging.
"What are you talking about? Lydia your the most popular girl in Beacon Hills. Everybody loves you." He explains, clearly confused on her situation.
The forced smile turned into a depressed frown upon her face, pushing away the glances of the passers-by, the clear unmistakable frown which possessed her face. His confused thinking got the better of him. His nose scrunched up, his eyebrows knitted close together in thought. His frown was so much sad as disappointed. He was staring at her, sightlessly wordless...
"Everybody hates me," she replied flatly. Her saddened face was blinding Scott. It wasn't like her at all: being depressed.
His mouthed gaped open slightly, "W-what?" He asked, gripping the small locket in his hands tighter. Subconsciously digging his dirty fingernail into the circular necklace.
He knew that he didn't like her. She was rude, spoiled and inconsiderate. But that didn't mean that guys didn't like her. Guys like Stiles and even guys like Jackson found girls like Lydia attractive. They lusted her body. Her attractive looks disguised men into this animal towards her. Their was peers dying to be her friend. How can they hate her?
"Did you honestly believe that people liked me? Jackson doesn't even have anything for me." He didn't say anything, just watched as she looked down at her black heels. "Well..." she replied after an uncomfortable, small, silence, "See you later, Scott." Her scratchy voice gave shivers down his spine.
He watched as her gray mini skirt swayed. Her pale legs were trapped with knee-high black socks, matched with black heels. Though, as he watched her depressed body towards Jackson and a hesitant Allison, his guilt was punching violently in his chest. It was odd, though. Having the feeling of guilt towards Lydia.
He turned back towards the table, from where Stiles disappeared from. Observing his now untouched lunch. He took a seat, opening his bag and fishing out his sandwich. But what he was oblivious to was Stiles walking towards him.
He turned in his seat, watching as he eyed him, and moved to his seat. "Stiles-" but he stopped mid-sentence as Stiles didn't sit, but hunched over. He grabbed his bag in which Scott didn't notice. Stiles looked at him confused.
Stiles looked at Scott, gripping his backpack tighter. "Forgot my bag," he shrugged. Scott nodded, a bit unappeased and disappointed. Stiles only looked at him once more before leaving Scott to a spoiled peanut butter and jelly sandwich, and a whole lot of guilt.
Bit of a filler but it kinda stirs with how his situation is really affecting his life. So, if you review I'll update. Ideas would be lovely.
