A/N: Hey guys, here's the next chapter. It's smutt-less but its essential to continue this story I feel.

Please let me know what you think!

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Lydia walks into the cafe 15 minutes late, her hair pulled into a bun. She didn't even bother putting new makeup on, instead opting to wipe off the remainder from the night before. She's dressed in dark blue skinny jeans and a purple flowy top, and a pair of black flats on her feet.

The cafe seems to be busy, not uncommon for a Saturday morning. She can smell the fresh coffee everywhere and the freshly baked sweets that are on display at the front counter. The chatter of customers is loud, most of the booths are filled up.

Lydia always meets up with Ally and/or the rest of her friends here after what usually is a night of partying, and they share their stories from the night before.

She finds Ally at the back of the cafe, her long espresso locks easy to spot. It's pulled up into a high pony, but it's still hanging halfway down her back. She's wearing a green college hoodie and grey sweats, reading a book and sipping at her coffee that's as dark as her hair. She must sense that Lydia is there, because her piercing amber eyes move up from the book to her direction.

Lydia sees her set the book down and look at her phone quickly. "Well well well, little miss perfect is late." She says teasingly as Lydia sits down in the booth directly across from her.

Lydia chooses not to say anything to her, hailing a waitress instead. Ally raises her eyebrows at her, she knows that normally Lydia would have a quick response, or at least rolled her eyes.

Lydia orders a coffee and bagel with extra cream cheese. When the waitress steps away from the table, Ally starts the interrogation Lydia knows she's been dying to start since she sat down.

"Okay, what happened to you last night?"She questions. "When we left the party you were walking with us to get pizza, and then you just disappeared into thin air." Ally says accusingly.

So that's how I ended up at Stile's room. Lydia thinks. His dorm is on the way to their favorite pizza place, and she must have strayed away from Ally and the rest of her friends somehow.

Lydia presses her lips together before responding. "I ended up in Hedley.." She says, choosing to name the dorm instead of the boy.

Ally's eyes go wide. Then she smiles wide and laughs. "Oh I see, miss Lydia Martin got herself laid last night!" She says, her face lit up with curiosity.

Lydia doesn't respond, choosing not to give her best friend more of a reaction. But she knows Ally isn't going to just let it go, so she waits for her next question. "So who was it?" She says, waggling her eyebrows at her. "Was it good? Was he good? Did you go for round two or did you get the fuck of there as soon as you woke up?"

"Okay slow down, I can only answer so many questions at once!" Lydia replies, laughing. Ally sits back in the booth, crosses her arms and looks at Lydia expectantly, silently awaiting answers.

They're interrupted by the waitress setting down Lydia's order on the table with a smile. Lydia picks up her coffee, sipping it slowly while Ally looks at her impatiently. Once the waitress is out of earshot, Lydia sighs. She bites the bullet and decides to just come out with it. "Do you remember that guy that I went to high school with? He was dating Malia Tate from Dunbar for a while." She starts, waiting for Ally's reaction.

Ally chokes slightly on the coffee she was drinking, but manages to swallow thickly. Her mouth falls open and for once it seems like she might be at a loss for what to say. But not for long.

"No," she draws out the o in disbelief. "No way. Stiles?"

Lydia looks away guiltily.

"Oh my god." Ally recovers. "Hasn't he been eye fucking you since like, grade school?" she questions.

"Shut up Allison!" Lydia retorts, using her friend's full name for effect. No one calls her Allison unless they are close like she and Lydia are, or someone is angry with her. In this case, Lydia is a combination of both. She doesn't need the entire cafe, or student body for that matter, to know her transgressions.

"Oh this is too perfect." Ally says, shaking her head, choosing not to worry about Lydia's anger. "Okay, now I need the juicy details. Start to finish, I need to know. Go."

Lydia sigh and licks her lips before continuing. "Well, I don't exactly remember anything after Justin started hitting on you last night, so I don't know." Lydia can see the scowl that appears on Ally's face at the mention of her on again off again boyfriend. "How did that do go by the way?" Lydia asks.

"Nope, don't even try to change the subject" Ally scolds, waving off her question."That's not fair, how can you come to me with juicy gossip and not share!"

"It's not gossip if it's a first hand account Ally!" Lydia half whispers, half spits at her.

Ally decides to move on, as her friend obviously doesn't remember."Okay, then tell me what happened when you woke up this morning."

Lydia's thoughts stray to memories of Stiles' lips and those chest muscles and the long fingers that curve just the right amount. She doesn't have a chance to respond to Ally's question because her friend can see the look on her face.

"You totally had round 2!" She declares, her face lighting up. "Shh, not so loud Ally!" Lydia feels the heat creep up her face, and she can barely look her friend in the eye. Ally is not the judgmental type, she just always wants to know the details so she can live vicariously through her sexcapades.

"You did! Ally says, swatting across the table at Lydia, laughing. "Okay, I want details. Now." She demands, her face quickly turning from bright and happy to curious and serious.

Lydia tells her about the awkwardness at first, trying to squeeze herself out of his grasp while still asleep. Then how sweet he was even though she didn't remember, and how it turned rough and lustful. How he was determined and focused on her. "God Ally, I don't think I've ever been fucked like that." She gushes.

"Oh my god, it's was totally the best you've had wasn't it?" Ally whispers, completely serious.

"Maybe." Lydia admits quietly.

Ally smiles wide. "Are you gonna do it again?!"

"I don't know!" Lydia gasps. "This is Stiles we're talking about! He's not just some random guy I met at the bar!"

Ally smirks as she leans back in the booth. She seems to be mulling something over in her head. "I give you a week before you're jumping into his bed again." Lydia scoffs at her as she takes a bite of her bagel, choosing to ignore her.

"Fine, ignore me, but I know I'm right." Ally says, chuckling.

The rest of the week goes by slowly for Lydia. She finds her mind wandering to thoughts of Stiles, even in the worst times. More than once a professor took notice of her daydreaming and called her out, and Ally had caught her several times in the middle of conversation.

Her thoughts about their encounter are conflicting, a small war playing out in her head. There's no way you can do that again, it will give him the wrong idea. But it was so good who cares what idea he has? We do, remember? The plan is to graduate with a major in mathematics, masters, than doctorate and eventually go on to win a fields medal. There's no room for boys.

But what if there were?

She has dreams of him, whispering her name and she can almost feel his breath on her ear. His arms around her and hands in her hair, kissing every inch of her and lips betraying his thoughts telling her how perfect she is.

She almost always wakes up in a cold sweat, feeling as though it were too real.

It goes on and on like that until that Friday, when she realizes she really can't put it off anymore. She needs her dress back, and she needs to see him. At least once more, to get it out of her system.

At least that's what she tells herself.